Proverbs 10:22

• [Pro 10:22] Sweet The Moments, Rich In Blessing

  Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross we spend, Life and health and peace possessing From the sinner’s dying Friend. Here I stay, forever viewing Mercy streaming in His blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. Truly blessèd is the station, Low before His cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Floating in His languid eye. Here we find our hope of Heaven, While upon the Lamb we gaze; Loving much, and much forgiven, Let our hearts o’erflow with praise. Oh, that, near the cross abiding, We may to the Savior cleave, Naught with Him our hearts dividing, All for Him content to leave! Lord, in ceaseless contemplation Fix our hearts and eyes on Thee, Till we taste Thy full salvation, And unveiled Thy glories see. For Thy sorrows we adore Thee, For the griefs that wrought our peace; Gracious Savior, we implore Thee, In our hearts Thy love increase.

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Proverbs 13:12

• [Pro 13:12] Gather Round The Christmas Tree

  Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Evergreen have its branches been, It is king of all the woodland scene; For Christ our King is born today! His reign shall never pass away. Refrain Hosanna, hosanna, Hosanna in the highest! Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Once the pride of the mountainside, Now cut down to grace our Christmastide; For Christ from Heav’n to earth came down, To gain, through death, a nobler crown. Refrain Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Every bough bears a burden now— They are gifts of love for us, we trow; For Christ is born, His love to show, And give good gifts to men below. Refrain Farewell to thee, O Christmas tree! Farewell to thee, O Christmas tree! Twelve months o’er, we shall meet once more, Merry welcome singing, as of yore, For Christ now reigns, our Savior dear, And gives us Christmas every year! Refrain

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• [Pro 13:12] Object Of All Our Knowledge Here

  Object of all our knowledge here, Our one Desire, and Hope below, Jesus, the Crucified, draw near, And with Thy sad disciples go: Our thoughts and words to Thee are known, We commune of Thyself alone. How can it be, our reason cries, That God should leave His throne above? Is it for man th’Immortal dies? For man, who tramples on His love? For man, who nailed Him to the tree? O Love! O God! He dies for me! Why then, if Thou for me hast died, Dost Thou not yet Thyself impart? We hoped to feel Thy blood applied, To find Thee risen in our heart, Redeemed from all iniquity, Saved, to the utmost saved, thro’ Thee. Have we not then believed in vain, By Christ unsanctified, unfreed? In us He is not ris’n again, We know not but He still is dead, No life, no righteousness we have, Our hopes seem buried in His grave. Ah! Lord, if Thou indeed art ours, If Thou for us hast burst the tomb, Visit us with Thy quickening powers, Come to Thy mournful followers, come, Thyself to Thy weak members join, And fill us with the life divine. Thee, the great Prophet sent from God, Mighty in deed and word we own; Thou hast on some the grace bestowed, Thy rising in their hearts made known; They publish Thee to life restored, Attesting they have seen the Lord. Alas for us, whose eyes are held! Why cannot we our Savior see? With us Thou art yet still concealed: O might we hear one word from Thee! Speak, and to our unbelief reprove, Our baseness to mistrust Thy love. Fools as we are, and slow of heart, So backward to believe the Word! The Prophets’ only aim Thou art: They sang the sufferings of their Lord, Thy life for ours a ransom given, Thy rising to ensure our Heaven. Ought not our Lord the death to die, And then the glorious life to live? To stoop; and then to go up on high? The pain, and then the joy receive? His blood, the purchase price lay down, Endure the cross, and claim the crown? Ought not the members all to pass The way their Head had passed before? Thro’ sufferings perfected He was, The garment dipped in blood He wore, That we with Him might die, and rise And bear His nature to the skies!

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