Genesis 1:31

• [Gen 1:31] All Things Bright And Beautiful

  Refrain All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. Refrain [Most hymnals omit the following verse] The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, He made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate. Refrain The purple headed mountains, The river running by, The sunset and the morning That brightens up the sky. Refrain The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one. Refrain The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water, To gather every day. Refrain He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well. Refrain

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• [Gen 1:31] Oh How Fair That Morning Broke

  Oh how fair that morning broke, When in Eden man awoke! Beast and bird and insect bright Reveled in the gladsome light; God looked down from Heav’n above, All was life and joy and love. Ah! the doleful change when sin Darkly, subtly entered in! War and pestilence and dearth Mar and sadden God’s fair earth; Human sorrow fills the air; Death is reigning everywhere. Yet rejoice; for God on high Hath not left His world to die! God’s dear Son, with dying breath, Broke the power of sin and death; Christ the Tempter overthrew, Christ is making all things new. Lord, in me be sin subdued, So may I with heart renewed, Fight the fight and run the race, Work in my appointed place, Waiting for the glad new birth Of Thy perfect Heav’n and earth.

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• [Gen 1:31] Six Days Of Labor Now Are Past

  Six days of labor now are past; Thou restest, Holy God; And of Thy finished work has said, That all is very good. Yet while the seventh day is blessed, Hallowed for rest divine, Behold, a new creation needs That mighty power of Thine. Ten thousands voices praise Thy Name In earth and sea and sky; One sinner by his sin has marred The blissful harmony. O Lord, create man’s heart anew, The heart of stone remove: Then hymns of praise again shall rise, The fruits of holy love. O for the songs that Thou wilt bless, Where heart and voice agree; O for the prayers that plead aright With Thy dread majesty. All praise to God, the Three in One, Who high in glory reigns; Who by His Word hath all things made, And by His Word sustains.

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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 41:15

• [Gen 41:15] My Soul Once Had Its Plenteous Years

  My soul once had its plenteous years, And throve, with peace and comfort filled, Like the fat kine and ripened ears, Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld. With pleasing frames and grace received, With means and ordinances fed; How happy for a while I lived, And little feared the want of bread. But famine came and left no sign Of all the plenty I had seen; Like the dry ears and half-starved kine, I then looked withered, faint and lean. To Joseph the Egyptians went, To Jesus I made known my case; He, when my little stock was spent, Opened His magazine of grace. For He the time of dearth foresaw, And made provision long before; That famished souls, like me, might draw Supplies from His unbounded store. Now on His bounty I depend, And live from fear of dearth secure, Maintained by such a mighty Friend, I cannot want till He is poor. O sinners, hear His gracious call! His mercy’s door stands open wide, He has enough to feed you all, And none who come shall be denied.

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  source: Cyberhymnal