Proverbs 3:9-10

• [Pro 3:9] Fair Waved The Golden Corn

  Fair waved the golden corn, In Canaan’s pleasant land, When full of joy, some shining morn, Went forth the reaper band. To God so good and great Their cheerful thanks they pour; Then carry to His temple gate The choicest of their store. Like Israel, Lord, we give Our earliest fruits to Thee, And pray that, long as we shall live, We may Thy children be. Thine is our youthful prime, And life and all its powers, Be with us in our morning time, And bless our evening hours. In wisdom let us grow, As years and strength are given, That we may serve Thy Church below, And join Thy saints in Heaven.

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• [Pro 3:9] Give Of Your Best To The Master

  Give of your best to the Master; Give of the strength of your youth. Throw your soul’s fresh, glowing ardor Into the battle for truth. Jesus has set the example, Dauntless was He, young and brave. Give Him your loyal devotion; Give Him the best that you have. Refrain Give of your best to the Master; Give of the strength of your youth. Clad in salvation’s full armor, Join in the battle for truth. Give of your best to the Master; Give Him first place in your heart. Give Him first place in your service; Consecrate every part. Give, and to you will be given; God His beloved Son gave. Gratefully seeking to serve Him, Give Him the best that you have. Refrain Give of your best to the Master; Naught else is worthy His love. He gave Himself for your ransom, Gave up His glory above. Laid down His life without murmur, You from sin’s ruin to save. Give Him your heart’s adoration; Give Him the best that you have. Refrain

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• [Pro 3:10] How Blest The Matron, Who, Endued

  How blest the matron, who, endued With holy zeal and fortitude, Has won through grace a saintly fame, And owns a dear and honored name. Such holy love inflamed her breast She would not seek on earth her rest, But, strong in faith and patience, trod The narrow way that leads to God. She learned, through fasting, to control The flesh that weigheth down the soul, And then, by prayer’s sweet food sustained, To seek the joys she now has gained. O Christ, from Whom all virtue springs, Who only doest wondrous things, To Thee, the King of saints, we pray, Accept and bless Thy flock today. All praise to God the Father be, All praise, eternal Son, to Thee, Whom with the Spirit we adore For ever and for evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal