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Be set to hallow all we find, Whate'er we have or are,
New treasures still, of countless price Whate'er we have or are. 3/5
God will provide for sacrifice. 4/7
Verse 4
Verse 5 Our lips and lives shall gladly show
Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, The wonders of Thy love,
As more of heaven in each we see, While on in Jesus' steps we go
Some softening gleam of love and prayer To see Thy face above,
Shall dawn on every cross and care. 5/7 To see Thy face above,
To see Thy face above. 4/5
Verse 6
The trivial round, the common task, Verse 5
Would furnish all we ought to ask, Our residue of days or hours
Room to deny ourselves, a word Thine, wholly Thine, shall be;
To bring us daily nearer God. 6/7 And all our consecrated powers
A sacrifice to Thee,
Verse 7 A sacrifice to Thee,
Only, O Lord, in your dear love A sacrifice to Thee. 5/5
Fit us for perfect rest above; HOME
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray. 7/7 504 Standing at the portal of the
HOME opening year
503 Sing to the great Jehovah's Verse 1
Standing at the portal of the opening year,
praise Words of comfort meet you,
Verse 1 Hushing every fear,
Sing to the great Jehovah's praise;
All praise to Him belongs; Spoken through the silence
Who kindly lengthens out our days By our father's voice,
Demands our choicest songs Tender, strong, and faithful, Making us rejoice.
Demands our choicest songs
Demands our choicest songs. 1/5 Chorus Onward, then, and fear not, Children of
the day! For His word shall never, never pass
Verse 2 away! 1/4
His providence has brought us through
Another various year; Verse 2 I, the Lord, am with you, Do not be
We all with vows and anthems new afraid! I will help and strengthen, Do not be
Before our God appear, dismayed!
Before our God appear,
Before our God appear. 2/5 Yea, I will uphold you
With my own right hand;
Verse 3 You are called and chosen In my sight to stand.
Father, Thy mercies past we own;
Thy still continued care; Chorus Onward, then, and fear not, Children of
To thee presenting, through Thy son, the day!
Whate'er we have or are, For His word shall never,
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