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| text, "Success is not final, Failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts." Churchill |
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| text, "Lest We Forget" |
THE DAYS OF HEAVEN
The Days of Heaven are holy days,
From sin forever free;
So cleansed and kept our days, O Lord,
As the Days of Heaven would be.
The Days of Heaven are happy days,
Sorrow they never see;
So full of gladness all our days
As the Days of Heaven would be.
The Days of Heaven are healthful days,
They feed on life's fair tree;
So feeding on Thy strength, O Christ,
Our days as Heaven may be.
The Days of Heaven are busy days,
They serve continually;
So spent for Thee and Thine, our days
As the Days of Heaven would be.
The Days of Heaven are Christly days,
The Light of Heaven is He;
So walking at His side, our days
As the Days of Heaven would be.
The Days of Heaven are endless days,
Days of eternity;
So may our lives and works endure
While the Days of Heaven shall be.
And soon the glad millennial days
Our joyful eyes shall see,
And for a thousand happy years
Our days as Heaven shall be.
Walk with us, Lord, through all the days,
And let us walk with thee;
Till as Thy will is done in Heaven,
On earth so shall it be.
EVEN AS HE
SWEET is the message the gospel brings us,
Message of mercy, full and free,
"We are accepted in the Beloved;
We are beloved even as He."
We are as near, as dear as Jesus;
How can we nearer, dearer be?
We are accepted in the Beloved;
We are beloved even as He.
Why should we ever fear or falter,
Why should we ever anxious be,
If we're accepted in the Beloved,
If we're beloved even as He?
How can my love grow cold or languid
While I can hear His word to me,
I am accepted in the Beloved,
I am beloved even as He?
When I am pressed by sin or Satan,
This is the word that bids them flee,-
I am accepted in the Beloved,
I am beloved even as He.
When I shall cross the fords of Jordan,
This shall my joyful death-song be, -
I am accepted in the Beloved,
I am beloved even as He.
When I shall reach the portals yonder,
This shall my heavenly passport be,-
I am accepted in the Beloved,
I am beloved even as He.
GET SOMEWHERE
ARE you groping for a blessing,
Never getting there?
Listen to a word in season,
Get somewhere.
Are you struggling for salvation
By your anxious prayer?
Stop your struggling, simply trust, and -
Get somewhere.
Are you worn and heavy laden,
Pressed with many a care?
Cast your burden on the Lord, and -
Get somewhere.
Would you know the Great Physician
Who your sickness bare?
Simply take Him at His word, and -
Get somewhere.
Does the answer seem to linger
To your earnest prayer?
Turn your praying into praise, and -
Get somewhere.
Are you looking for your mission,
What to do and dare?
Cease your dreaming, start at something -
Get somewhere.
You will never know His fullness
Till you boldly dare
To commit your all to Him, and -
Get somewhere.
All your efforts are but building
Castles in the air
Till you answer yes to God, and -
Get somewhere.
Description of Clip Art: traditional holly wreath and bow, available in greyscale and two other colors: sage green and a dark burgundy red, frames for text, superimpose the text you need, watercolor wash
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