Jeremiah 9:7

• [Jer 9:7] O Beautiful For Spacious Skies

  O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain; For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood, From sea to shining sea. O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, Till all success be nobleness, And every gain divine. O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam, Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self control, Thy liberty in law.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Jeremiah 9:23

• [Jer 9:23] Let Not The Wise His Wisdom Boast

  Let not the wise his wisdom boast, The mighty glory in his might, The rich in flattering riches trust, Which take their everlasting flight. The rush of numerous years bears down The most gigantic strength of man; And where is all his wisdom gone, When dust he turns to dust again? One only gift can justify The boasting soul that knows his God; When Jesus doth His blood apply, I glory in His sprinkled blood. The Lord, my Righteousness, I praise, I triumph in the love divine, The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace, In Christ through endless ages mine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Jeremiah 17:5

• [Jer 17:5] Cursed Is The One Who Trusts In Man

  Cursed is the one who trusts in man, Who leans on him for might. He turns away from God the Lord; His heart rejects what’s right. He’s like a bush out in the waste; Good times will pass him by. His place is parched and desolate, With none to hear his cry. But blessed the man who trusts the Lord; God is his hope and stay. He’s like a tree beside a stream; Its roots drink deep each day. It never fears in summertime; Its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a drought; Its fruit is always seen. Lord, may I never in mankind Place confidence or hope. A fruitless, barren state that brings, With none to help me cope. But may I always trust in You; Your Word will quench my thirst. You’ll give me strength for every trial; I’ll always put You first.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Jeremiah 31:13

• [Jer 31:13] Jesus, Lord And Precious Savior

  Jesus, Lord and precious Savior, All my comfort and my joy! Graciously extend Thy favor, Let Thy Word my soul employ. Refrain Jesus, come abide with me, Let me ever be with Thee. All I do, O let me ever, Jesus, in Thy Name begin; Give me success to my endeavor, Final victory therein. Refrain Let my words and thoughts, O Savior, To Thy praise and glory tend; Help me, Lord, that I may gather Treasures that shall never end. Refrain When my days on earth are over, Let me enter into rest. Bear me home, O blessèd Savior, When to Thee it seemeth best. Refrain

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Jeremiah 31:15-16

• [Jer 31:15] The Hymn For Conquering Martyrs Raise

  The hymn for conquering martyrs raise, The victor innocents we praise, Whom in their woe earth cast away, But Heav’n with joy received today; Whose angels see the Father’s face World without end, and hymn His grace; And while they chant unceasing lays, The hymn for conquering martyrs raise. A voice from Ramah was there sent, A voice of weeping and lament, When Rachel mourned the children’s care Whom for the tyrant’s sword she bare. Triumphal is their glory now, Whom earthly torments could not bow, What time, both far and near that went, A voice from Ramah there was sent. Fear not, O little flock and blest, The lion that your life opprest! To heavenly pastures ever new The heavenly Shepherd leadeth you; Who, dwelling now on Zion’s hill, The Lamb’s dear footsteps follow still; By tyrant there no more distrest, Fear not, O little flock and blest. And every tear is wiped away By your dear Father’s hands for ay; Death hath no power to hurt you more, Whose own is life’s eternal store. Who sow their seed, and sowing weep, In everlasting joy shall reap, What time they shine in heavenly day, And every tear is wiped away. O city blest o’er all the earth, Who gloriest in the Savior’s birth, Who are His earliest martyrs dear, By kindred and by triumph here; None from henceforth may call thee small, Of rival towns thou passest all: In whom our Monarch had His birth, O city blest o’er all the earth!

  source: Cyberhymnal