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He Giveth More Grace

Author: Annie J. Flint, 1866-1932 Meter: 12.11.12.11 Appears in 34 hymnals First Line: He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater Lyrics: 1. He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater, He sendeth more strength as our labors increase; To added afflictions He addeth His mercy, To multiplied trials he multiplies peace. 2. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources Our Father’s full giving is only begun. 3. His love has no limits, His grace has no measure, His power no boundary known unto men; For out of His infinite riches in Jesus He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again. Used With Tune: BLACKLANDS
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The Lord is my shepherd, in nocht am I wantin'

Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1. The Lord is my Shepherd, in nocht am I wantin'; In the haugh's green girse does He mak me lie doon While mony puir straiglers are bleatin' and pantin' By saft-flowin' burnies He leads me at noon. 2. When aince I had strayed far awa in the bracken, And daidled till gloamin' cam ower a' the hills, Nae dribble o' water my sair drooth to slacken, And dark grow'd the nicht wi' its haars and its chills. 3. Awa frae the fauld, strayin' fit-sair and weary, I thocht I had naethin' tae dae but tae dee. He socht me and fand me in mountain hechts dreary, He gangs by fell paths which He kens best for me. 4. And noo, for His name's sake, I'm dune wi' a' fearin' Though cloods may aft gaither and soughin' win's blaw. "Hoo this?" or "Hoo that?" -- oh, prevent me frae spearin' His will is aye best, and I daurna say "Na". 5. The valley o' death winna fleg me to thread it, Through awfu' the darkness, I weel can foresee. Wi' His rod and His staff He wull help me to tread it, Then wull its shadows, sae gruesome, a' flee. 6. Forfochen in presence o' foes that surround me, My Shepherd a table wi' denties has spread. The Thyme and the Myrtle blaw fragrant aroond me, He brims a fu' cup and poors oil on my head. 7. Surely guidness an' mercy, despite a' my roamin' Wull gang wi' me doon tae the brink o' the river. Ayont it nae mair o' the eerie an' gloamin' I wull bide in the Hame o' my Faither for ever. Used With Tune: BLACKLANDS
The Lord is my shepherd, in nocht am I wantin'

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