Genesis 6:3

• [Gen 6:3] Hour-glass, The

  Alas! how swift the moments fly! How flash the years along! Scarce here, yet gone already by, The burden of a song. See childhood, youth, and manhood pass, And age, with furrowed brow; Time was—Time shall be—drain the glass— But where in Time is now? Time is the measure but of change; No present hour is found; The past, the future, fill the range Of Time’s unceasing round. Where, then is now? In realms above, With God’s atoning Lamb, In regions of eternal love, Where sits enthroned I AM. Then pilgrim, let thy joys and tears On Time no longer lean; But henceforth all thy hopes and fears From earth’s affections wean: To God let votive accents rise; With truth, with virtue, live; So all the bliss that Time denies Eternity shall give.

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• [Gen 6:3] Sinner, Come To Jesus

  Oh, sinner, turn to Jesus now, No longer make delay; Since Jesus died on Calvary, And opened up the way. Refrain Oh won’t you come to Jesus, be saved today, He’s earnestly pleading for all; The time will come when ’twill be too late, Too late to answer the call. The invitation is to you, Oh, come without delay; While Jesus pleads so tenderly, Now won’t you come today? Refrain The Lord has been so good to you, And saved you from all harm; But still He says, “My Spirit shall Not always strive with man.” Refrain The time will come, when Christ will say, Your days on earth are o’er; When you are doomed and cast away, You’ll hear My voice no more. Refrain

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• [Gen 6:3] Time, With An Unwearied Hand

  Time, with an unwearied hand, Pushes round the seasons past, And in life’s frail glass, the sand Sinks apace, not long to last: Many, well as you or I, Who last year assembled thus; In their silent graves now lie, Graves will open soon for us! Daily sin, and care, and strife, While the Lord prolongs our breath, Make it but a dying life, Or a kind of living death: Wretched they, and most forlorn, Who no better portion know; Better ne’er to have been born, Than to have our all below. When constrained to go alone, Leaving all you love behind; Entering on a world unknown, What will then support your mind? When the Lord His summons sends, Earthly comforts lose their power; Honors, riches, kindred, friends, Cannot cheer a dying hour. Happy souls who fear the Lord Time is not too swift for you; When your Savior gives the word, Glad you’ll bid the world adieu: Then He’ll wipe away your tears, Near Himself appoint your place; Swifter fly, ye rolling years, Lord, we long to see Thy face.

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Genesis 9:13

• [Gen 9:13] Prayer For Creation

  O, Creator of the cosmos, we present our hearts in prayer. We are awestruck by your glory, which surrounds us everywhere. From the birdsong of the morning to a stormy sky at night, You reveal yourself in Nature, in its gentleness and might. Through each rainbow that you send us you renew your covenant With the earth and all life on it, telling us of your intent That each living thing should flourish, in its own way, in its place. You call us to new awareness of our neighbors and their space. In our eagerness to prosper, we have ravaged what was good. Using more than what was needed, taking everything we could. We have changed the gentle order you intended for the earth. Now we humbly ask the wisdom to be part of its re-birth. We seek mercy, we seek vision, and the courage we will need As we work to help the victims of the sins of human greed. By our choices, in our actions, may we be part of your plans. Help us gently till the Garden you’ve entrusted to our hands. Finding strength in common purpose, may your faithful people be Voices for a new perspective, leaders in simplicity. Give us guidance, O, Creator. Give us power to achieve True compassion for Creation as the legacy we leave.

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• [Gen 9:13] They’ll Soon Be O’er

  There is a calm for ev’ry storm We meet from day to day, A hallowed peace that dwells within, And smiles the clouds away. The star of hope still brightly shines, Though wild the breakers roar, And in its beams the words we trace, Life’s dream will soon be o’er. There is a Friend, a constant Friend, Who slumbers not nor sleeps, But safe within His tender care The trusting soul He keeps; His bow of love still spans the sky, And points to yonder shore, While on its beams the words we trace, Life’s cares will soon be o’er. There is a morn when we shall wake At home beyond the tide, And in our Savior’s likeness then We shall be satisfied; O hearts that yearn and bleed and break For joys that come no more, Look up and read the blessèd words, Life’s tears will soon be o’er.

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Genesis 22:8

• [Gen 22:8] Though Troubles Assail Us

  Though troubles assail us and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail us and foes all unite, Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The promise assures us, “The Lord will provide.” The birds, without garner or storehouse, are fed; From them let us learn to trust God for our bread. His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied So long as ’tis written, “The Lord will provide.” When Satan assails us to stop up our path, And courage all fails us, we triumph by faith. He cannot take from us, though oft he has tried, This heart cheering promise, “The Lord will provide.” He tells us we’re weak, our hope is in vain, The good that we seek we never shall obtain, But when such suggestions, our graces have tried, This answers all questions, “The Lord will provide.” No strength of our own and no goodness we claim; Yet, since we have known of the Savior’s great Name, In this our strong tower for safety we hide: The Lord is our power, “The Lord will provide.” When life sinks apace, and death is in view, The word of His grace shall comfort us through, Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, “The Lord will provide.”

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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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