Ecclesiastes 1:7

• [Ecc 1:7] Crossing The Bar

  Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam. When that which drew from the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark. For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ecclesiastes 5:12

• [Ecc 5:12] Sweet Is The Work, My God, My King

  Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy Name, give thanks and sing, To show Thy love by morning light And talk of all Thy truth at night. Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast. O may my heart in tune be found, Like David’s harp of solemn sound! My heart shall triumph in my Lord And bless His works and bless His Word. Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep Thy counsels, how divine! Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath Blast them in everlasting death. But I shall share a glorious part, When grace has well refined my heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired and wished below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. And then what triumphs shall I raise To Thy dear Name through endless days, For in the realms of joy I’ll see Thy face in full felicity.

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• [Ecc 5:12] Work Is Sweet For God Has Blest

  Work is sweet, for God has blest Honest work with quiet rest, Rest below and rest above In the mansions of His love, When the work of life is done, When the battle’s fought and won. Work ye, then, while yet ’tis day, Work ye Christians, while ye may, Work for all that’s great and good, Working for your daily food. Working whilst the golden hours, Health, and strength, and youth are yours. Working not alone for gold, Not the work that’s bought and sold, Not the work that worketh strife, But the working of a life Careless both of good or ill, If ye can but do His will. Working ere the day is gone, Working till your work is done, Not as traffickers at marts, But as fitteth honest hearts, Working till your spirits rest With the spirits of the blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal