Genesis 1:27

• [Gen 1:27] As Man And Woman We Were Made

  As man and woman we were made That love be found and life begun, So praise the Lord Who made us two, And praise the Lord when two are one; Praise for the love that comes to life Through child or parent, husband, wife. Now Jesus lived and gave His love To make our life and loving new; So celebrate with Him today And drink the joy He offers you; That makes the simple moment shine And changes water into wine. And Jesus died to live again, So praise the love that, come what may, Can bring the dawn and clear the skies, And waits to wipe all tears away; And let us hope for what shall be, Believing where we cannot see. Then spread the table, clear the hall, And celebrate till day is done; Let peace go deep between us all And joy be shared by everyone; Laugh and make merry with your friends, And praise the love that never ends!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Gen 1:27] On Man, In His Own Image Made

  On man, in his own image made, How much did God bestow? The whole creation homage paid, And owned him lord, below! He dwelt in Eden’s garden, stored With sweets for every sense; And there with his descending Lord He walked in confidence. But O! by sin how quickly changed! His honor forfeited, His heart, from God and truth, estranged, His conscience filled with dread! Now from his Maker’s voice he flees, Which was before his joy: And thinks to hide, amidst the trees, From an all seeing eye. Compelled to answer to his name, With stubbornness and pride He cast, on God Himself, the blame, Nor once for mercy cried. But grace, unasked, his heart subdued And all his guilt forgave; By faith, the promised seed he viewed, And felt His pow’r to save. Thus we ourselves would justify, Though we the law transgress; Like him, unable to deny, Unwilling to confess. But when by faith the sinner sees A pardon bought with blood; Then he forsakes his foolish pleas, And gladly turns to God.

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Genesis 5:22

• [Gen 5:22] O Let Me Walk With Thee

  O let me walk with Thee, my God, As Enoch walked in days of old; Place Thou my trembling hand in Thine, And sweet communion with me hold; E’en though the path I may not see, Yet, Jesus, let me walk with Thee. I cannot, dare not, walk alone; The tempest rages in the sky, A thousand snares beset my feet, A thousand foes are lurking nigh. Still Thou the raging of the sea, O Master! let me walk with Thee. If I may rest my hand in Thine, I’ll count the joys of earth but loss, And firmly, bravely journey on; I’ll bear the banner of the cross Till Zion’s glorious gates I see; Yet, Savior, let me walk with Thee.

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Genesis 27:34

• [Gen 27:34] Poor Esau Repented Too Late

  Poor Esau repented too late That once he his birth-right despised; And sold, for a morsel of meat, What could not too highly be prized: How great was his anguish when told, The blessing he sought to obtain, Was gone with the birth-right he sold, And none could recall it again! He stands as a warning to all, Wherever the Gospel shall come; O hasten and yield to the call, While yet for repentance there’s room! Your season will quickly be past, Then hear and obey it today; Lest when you seek mercy at last, The Savior should frown you away. What is it the world can propose? A morsel of meat at the best! For this are you willing to lose A share in the joys of the blest? Its pleasures will speedily end, Its favor and praise are but breath; And what can its profits befriend Your soul in the moment of death? If Jesus for these you despise, And sin to the Savior prefer; In vain your entreaties and cries, When summoned to stand at His bar: How will you His presence abide? What anguish will torture your heart? The saints all enthroned by His side, And you be compelled to depart. Too often, dear Savior, have I Preferred some poor trifle to Thee; How is it Thou dost not deny The blessing and birth-right to me? No better than Esau I am, Though pardon and Heaven be mine; To me belongs nothing but shame, The praise and the glory be Thine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal