Lamentations 3:22

• [Lam 3:22] Every Morning Mercies New

  Every morning mercies new Fall as fresh as morning dew; Every morning let us pay Tribute with the early day: For Thy mercies, Lord, are sure; Thy compassion doth endure. Still the greatness of Thy love Daily doth our sins remove; Daily, far as east from west, Lifts the burden from the breast; Gives unbought to those who pray Strength to stand in evil day. Let our prayers each morn prevail, That these gifts may never fail; And, as we confess the sin And the tempter’s power within, Every morning, for the strife, Feed us with the Bread of Life. As the morning light returns, As the sun with splendor burns, Teach us still to turn to Thee, Ever blessèd Trinity, With our hands our hearts to raise, In unfailing prayer and praise.

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• [Lam 3:22] God Of Our Life

  God of our life, through all the circling years, We trust in Thee; In all the past, through all our hopes and fears, Thy hand we see. With each new day, when morning lifts the veil, We own Thy mercies, Lord, which never fail. God of the past, our times are in Thy hand; With us abide. Lead us by faith to hope’s true promised land; Be Thou our Guide. With Thee to bless, the darkness shines as light, And faith’s fair vision changes into sight. God of the coming years, through paths unknown We follow Thee; When we are strong, Lord, leave us not alone; Our Refuge be. Be Thou for us in life our daily Bread, Our heart’s true Home when all our years have sped.

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• [Lam 3:22] Great Is Thy Faithfulness

  Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father; There is no shadow of turning with Thee; Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not; As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be. Refrain Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed Thy hand hath provided; Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me! Summer and winter and springtime and harvest, Sun, moon and stars in their courses above Join with all nature in manifold witness To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love. Refrain Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide; Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside! Refrain

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• [Lam 3:22] Like Dews Of The Morning

  Like dews of the morning Thy mercies descend, And blessings unnumbered our pathway attend; We feel Thou art with us, we list to Thy voice; O Jesus our Savior, in Thee we rejoice. Refrain We praise thee, we bless Thee, O Savior divine, We praise thee, we bless Thee, We praise thee, we bless Thee, O Savior divine; All honor and glory forever be Thine. Though trials befall us, and clouds may arise, We know that the sunshine will break thro’ the skies; In light or in darkness, whate’er it may be, If Thou art still with us, then happy are we. Refrain Like dew at the twilight, when nature, at rest, Has folded her blossoms to sleep on her breast; Anew with Thy blessings our cup overflows, While gently from labor Thou bidd’st us repose. Refrain

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• [Lam 3:22] New Every Morning Is The Love

  New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought. New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care. We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our words farewell, Nor strive to find ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky. The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God. Seek we no more; content with these, Let present rapture, comfort, ease— As heaven shall bid them, come and go: The secret this of rest below. Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love, Fit us for perfect rest above, And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.

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• [Lam 3:22] Sovereign Protector I Have, A

  A Sov’reign Protector I have, Unseen, yet forever at hand, Unchangeably faithful to save, Almighty to rule and command. He smiles, and my comforts abound; His grace as the dew shall descend; And walls of salvation surround The soul He delights to defend. Inspirer and Hearer of prayer, Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine, My all to Thy covenant care I sleeping and waking resign. If Thou art my Shield and my Sun, The night is no darkness to me; And fast as my moments roll on, They bring me but nearer to Thee. Kind Author, and ground of my hope, Thee, Thee, for my God I avow; My glad Ebenezer set up, And own Thou hast helped me till now. I muse on the years that are past, Wherein my defense Thou hast proved; Nor wilt Thou relinquish at last A sinner so signally loved!

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• [Lam 3:22] Sun Is On The Land And Sea, The

  The sun is on the land and sea, The day begun; Our morning hymn begins with Thee, Blest Three in One; Our praise shall rise continually Till day is done. Thy love was ever in our view, Like stars, by night; Thy gifts are every morning new, O God of light; Thy mercy, like the heavens’ blue, Fills all our sight. We do not know what grief or care The day may bring; The heart shall find some gladness there, That loves its King; The life that serves Thee everywhere Can always sing. All glory to the Father be, With Christ the Son, And, Holy Spirit, unto Thee, Forever One; All glory to the Trinity While ages run!

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• [Lam 3:22] Sweet Is The Breath Of Morning Air

  Sweet is the breath of morning air; Sweet is the dawn, when skies are fair; Sweeter by far than aught beside In God’s own favor to abide. Blest be the gracious power above For all our rest, and all His love; For health preserved, for strength retained, For faith renewed, and hope regained. Wake, and the song of joy up-raise; Wake, and resound Jehovah’s praise; Praise ye the God of death and night; Praise ye the Lord of life and light! O, let Thy watchful care, dear Lord, Direct each deed, and mold each word; Check every thought that turns astray; And guide and guard us through the day.

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• [Lam 3:22] Thy Goodness, Lord, Our Souls Confess

  Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore: A spring, whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore. Sun, moon and stars Thy love attest, In every cheerful ray: Love draws the curtains of the night, And love restores the day. Thy bounty every season crowns, With all the bliss it yields; With joyful clusters bend the vines, With harvests wave the fields. But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord, Are in the Gospel seen; There, like the sun, Thy mercy shines, Without a cloud between. Thy Son, Thy noblest, choicest gift, Was from Thy bosom sent To bear from off a sinking world Its load of punishment. Ours is the life, the glory ours, And His the death and shame; Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy, Are published in His Name.

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Lamentations 3:24

• [Lam 3:24] My Heart Is Resting, O My God

  My heart is resting, O my God— I will give thanks and sing; My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing. Now the frail vessel Thou hast made No hand but Thine shall fill— For the waters of the Earth have failed, And I am thirsty still. I thirst for springs of heavenly life, And here all day they rise— I seek the treasure of Thy love, And close at hand it lies. And a new song is in my mouth To long loved music set— Glory to Thee for all the grace I have not tasted yet. Glory to Thee for strength withheld, For want and weakness known— And the fear that sends me to Thy breast For what is most my own. I have a heritage of joy That yet I must not see; But the hand that bled to make it mine Is keeping it for me. There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest— A calm assurance for today That to be poor is best— A prayer reposing on His truth Who hath made all things mine, That draws my captive will to Him, And makes it one with Thine. I will give thanks for suffering now, For want and toil and loss— For the death that sin makes hard and slow, Upon my Savior’s cross— Thanks for the little spring of love That gives me strength to say, If they will leave me part in Him, Let all things pass away. Sometimes I long for promised bliss, But it will not come too late— And the songs of patient spirits rise From the place wherein I wait; While in the faith that makes no haste My soul has time to see A kneeling host of Thy redeemed, In fellowship with me. There is a multitude around Responsive to my prayer; I hear the voice of my desire Resounding everywhere. But the earnest of eternal joy, In every prayer I trace; I see the glory of the Lord: On every chastened face. How oft, in still communion known, Those spirits have been sent To share the travail of my soul, Or show me what it meant! And I long to do some work of love No spoiling hand could touch, For the poor and suffering of Thy flock Who comfort me so much. But the yearning thought is mingled now With the thankful song I sing; For Thy people know the secret source Of every precious thing. The heart that ministers for Thee In Thy own work will rest; And the subject spirit of a child Can serve Thy children best. Mine be the reverent, listening love, That waits all day on Thee, With the service of a watchful heart Which no one else can see— The faith that, in a hidden way No other eye may know, Finds all its daily work prepared, And loves to have it so. My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care— I hear the voice of joy and health Resounding everywhere. “Thou art my portion,” saith my soul, Ten thousand voices say, And the music of their glad Amen, Will never die away.

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Lamentations 5:19

• [Lam 5:19] Great God, How Infinite Art Thou!

  Great God, how infinite art Thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee. Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made: Thou art the ever living God, Were all the nations dead. Nature and time quite naked lie To Thine immense survey, From the formation of the sky To the great burning day. Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in Thy view; To Thee there’s nothing old appears; Great God! There’s nothing new. Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While Thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. Great God, how infinite art Thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee.

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Lamentations 5:21

• [Lam 5:21] Awake, O Lord, As In The Time Of Old!

  Awake, O Lord, as in the time of old! Come, Holy Spirit, in Thy power and might; For lack of Thee our hearts are strangely cold, Our minds but blindly groping towards the light. Doubts are abroad: make Thou these doubts to cease! Fears are within: set Thou these fears at rest! Strife is among us: melt that strife to peace! Change marches onward: may all change blest! Make us to be what we profess to be; Let prayer be prayer, and praise be heartfelt praise; From unreality, O set us free, And let our words be echoed by our ways. Turn us, good Lord, and so shall we be turned: Let every passion grieving Thee be stilled: Then shall our race be won, our guerdon earned, Our Master looked on, and our joy fulfilled.

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