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April 14 GOD'S MEASURE
“God giveth not the Spirit by measure.”—St. John iii. 34.
There is a measure in all things,
The prophet's part, the singer's air;
And tyrants are not truly kings,
Who scorn the uses free and fair;
There is a measure for us each,
And life lies ever in our reach.
The prophet's part, the singer's air;
And tyrants are not truly kings,
Who scorn the uses free and fair;
There is a measure for us each,
And life lies ever in our reach.
There is a measure unto which
The proudest and the wise must bend,
And wealthy reapers are not rich
Unless they seek the loftiest end;
There is a measure true and tried,
For those that have with Jesus died.
The proudest and the wise must bend,
And wealthy reapers are not rich
Unless they seek the loftiest end;
There is a measure true and tried,
For those that have with Jesus died.
There is a measure we may prove
By every act of every hour,
Which limits us where'er we move,
And shows mere wishes are not power;
There is a measure bright and blest,
If we but on the Promise rest.
By every act of every hour,
Which limits us where'er we move,
And shows mere wishes are not power;
There is a measure bright and blest,
If we but on the Promise rest.
But there's no measure to God's Love
Though we abuse it sore and long,
It's higher than the Heaven above,
And sets the weeping world to song;
O there's no measure, when we give
Ourselves to Christ in whom we live.
Though we abuse it sore and long,
It's higher than the Heaven above,
And sets the weeping world to song;
O there's no measure, when we give
Ourselves to Christ in whom we live.
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