Proverbs 12:25-26

• [Pro 12:25] Make Somebody Happy Today

  If your own sorrows you want to forget, Make somebody happy today; If in your heart you would know no regret, Make somebody happy today. Others near by you may be in despair, Struggling ’neath crosses so heavy to bear; They may take heart, if you show that you care— Make somebody happy today. Refrain Make somebody happy today. O sing a glad song on your way; The good that you do brings blessing to you, Make somebody happy today. If you seek pleasure no trouble can mar, Make somebody happy today; You’ll find it waiting you, right where you are, Make somebody happy today. Is your life darkened by hopes that were vain? Go help another his goal to attain! What you have lost, by your help he may gain— Make somebody happy today. Refrain Do not complain that you’ve nothing to give, Make somebody happy today; Do your whole duty, and preach as you live, Make somebody happy today. Though you have only a smile, or a flower, Give it, and speak of His love, of His power; You may cheer many a pain-weary hour— Make somebody happy today. Refrain

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• [Pro 12:25] We All Can Do Good

  Our lives, we are told, are but fleeting at best, Like roses they fade and decay; Then let us do good while the present is ours, Be useful as long as we stay. Refrain Do good unto others, do good while we can, Our moments how quickly they fly; Remember the proverb, remember it now, We all can do good if we try. A look or a smile, that in kindness we give, May comfort a desolate heart; May sweeten a life that is lonely and sad, And hope to the weary impart. Refrain How many around us are strangers to God, How many poor children we see; If such we could bring to the foot of the cross, How grateful and glad we should be. Refrain We all can do good, and we all can bestow Some gift for the sake of the Lord; If only a cup of cold water we give, Our souls will not lose their reward. Refrain

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Proverbs 16:23

• [Pro 16:23] God Bless Our School Today

  Our Sunday school, our Sunday school Is like a garden fair, Where buds of promise grow and thrive Beneath our Savior’s care. Refrain And while within these happy walls We gather now to pray, Be this the burden of our prayer: God bless our school today. To Jesus let us give our hearts, In childhood’s early spring, And then, with true believing faith, We all His love may sing. Refrain To Jesus let us give our lives, And serve Him with delight, Before the summer days are gone, And autumn takes its flight. Refrain God bless our school from year to year, And crown it with His love, Till, one by one, He calls us home, To dwell with Him above. Refrain

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Proverbs 23:24

• [Pro 23:24] Lord Of Life And King Of Glory

  Lord of life and King of glory, Who didst deign a child to be, Cradled on a mother’s bosom, Throned upon a mother’s knee: For the children Thou hast given We must answer unto Thee! Since the day the blessèd mother Thee, the world’s Redeemer, bore, Thou hast crowned us with an honor Women never knew before; And that we may bear it meetly We must seek Thine aid the more. Grant us, then, pure hearts and patient, That in all we do or say Little souls our deeds may copy, And be never led astray; Little feet our steps may follow In a safe and narrow way. When our growing sons and daughters Look on life with eager eyes, Grant us then a deeper insight And new powers of sacrifice: Hope to trust them, faith to guide them, Love that nothing good denies. May we keep our holy calling Stainless in its fair renown, That when all the work is over And we lay the burdens down, Then the children Thou hast given Still may be our joy and crown.

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Proverbs 27:8

• [Pro 27:8] Return, O Wanderer, To Thy Home

  Return, O wanderer, to thy home, Thy Father calls for thee; No longer now an exile roam, In guilt and misery: Return, return! Too long the loathsome fields of sin Thy fruitless toil have known: No wholesome bread! no voice of kin! No home to call thine own! Return, return! Thy Father stands with outstretched hands, He gave His Son for thee: Poor soul, from sin’s enthralling bands He longs to see thee free. Return, return! Arise, stand up and homeward turn, No longer dwell apart; His mighty love will never spurn One humble contrite heart. Return, return! Our Father’s house is full of bliss, And there is room for all; He welcomes with forgiving kiss: O, hear His loving call! Return, return! The feast of joys awaits thee there, The precious robe and ring; O haste Thy Father’s gifts to share, O haste His praise to sing: Return, return!

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