James 1:13-17

• [Jam 1:17] Dear Father-mother

  Dear Father-Mother, Thou dost grant All good and perfect gifts to me; ’Tis mine to raise this beacon here, Obedience unto Thee. He knows not death who Life obeys, Nor errs at all when Truth he heeds; While merged in Love, what hold has hate Upon his thoughts or deeds? Eternal Life and Truth and Love, They who obey Thine every call, Thy freemen are, and freely have Dominion over all.
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• [Jam 1:17] Mysterious Presence, Source Of All

  Mysterious Presence, Source of all— The world without, the soul within, Fountain of life, O hear our call, And pour Thy living waters in! Thou breathest in the rushing wind; Thy Spirit stirs in leaf and flower; Nor wilt Thou from the willing mind Withhold Thy light and love and power. Thy hand unseen to accents clear Awoke the psalmist’s trembling lyre, And touched the lip of holy seer With flame from Thine own altar fire. That touch divine, still, Lord, impart; Still give the prophet’s burning word; And, vocal in each waiting heart, Let living psalms of praise be heard.

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• [Jam 1:17] Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow

  Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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• [Jam 1:17] Praise The Giver Of All

  Let us mingle our voices in chorus today; The earth is rejoicing, all nature is gay, And the stream in the valley goes laughing along; How happy its beautiful song. Refrain Praise the Lord, the Giver of all, Praise the Lord, the Giver of all; Let His children with rapture His mercy recall, The bountiful Giver of all. There is joy in the sunbeam that sparkles so bright And calls the young blossoms to welcome the light; And the bird in the greenwood is singing with glee, As cheerful and happy as we. Refrain Let us join the glad music and joyfully raise, In purest devotion, our jubilant praise; We are grateful to God for this beautiful day: We’ll sing the bright moments away. Refrain

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• [Jam 1:17] Thine Are All The Gifts, O God

  Thine are all the gifts, O God, Thine the broken bread; Let the naked feet be shod And the starving fed. Let Thy children, by Thy grace, Give as they abound, Till the poor have breathing-space, And the lost are found. Wiser than the miser’s hoards Is the giver’s choice; Sweeter than the song of birds Is the thankful voice; Welcome smiles on faces sad As the flowers of spring: Let the tender hearts be glad With the joy they bring. Happier for their pity’s sake Make their sports and plays, And from the lips of childhood take Thy perfected praise.

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