Proverbs 25:1--29:27

• [Pro 27:8] Return, O Wanderer, To Thy Home

  Return, O wanderer, to thy home, Thy Father calls for thee; No longer now an exile roam, In guilt and misery: Return, return! Too long the loathsome fields of sin Thy fruitless toil have known: No wholesome bread! no voice of kin! No home to call thine own! Return, return! Thy Father stands with outstretched hands, He gave His Son for thee: Poor soul, from sin’s enthralling bands He longs to see thee free. Return, return! Arise, stand up and homeward turn, No longer dwell apart; His mighty love will never spurn One humble contrite heart. Return, return! Our Father’s house is full of bliss, And there is room for all; He welcomes with forgiving kiss: O, hear His loving call! Return, return! The feast of joys awaits thee there, The precious robe and ring; O haste Thy Father’s gifts to share, O haste His praise to sing: Return, return!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Pro 28:14] Thrice Happy Souls

  Thrice happy souls, who, born from Heav’n, While yet they sojourn here, Humbly begin their days with God, And spend them in His fear, And spend them in His fear. So may our eyes with holy zeal, Prevent the dawning day, And turn the sacred pages o’er, And praise Thy Name and pray, And praise Thy Name and pray. Midst hourly cares my love presents Its incense to Thy throne; And while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be Thine alone, Our hearts be Thine alone. As sanctified to noblest ends, By each refreshment sought, And by each various providence, Some wise instruction brought, Some wise instruction brought.

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  source: Cyberhymnal