BibleGateway: Proverbs 16:17-25
ESV Text: Proverbs 16:17-25
KJV Text:
The section starts at about 1:42 and ends at about 2:48
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17 The highway of the upright is to depart from evil: he that keepeth his way preserveth his soul.
18 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
19 Better it is to be of an humble spirit with the lowly, than to divide the spoil with the proud.
20 He that handleth a matter wisely shall find good: and whoso trusteth in the LORD, happy is he.
21 The wise in heart shall be called prudent: and the sweetness of the lips increaseth learning.
22 Understanding is a wellspring of life unto him that hath it: but the instruction of fools is folly.
23 The heart of the wise teacheth his mouth, and addeth learning to his lips.
24 Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
25 There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.(KJV)
Hymn: TLH 418:
My God, My Father, while I Stray
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1. My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life’s rough way
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
“Thy will be done.”
2. Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
“Thy will be done.”
3. What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply–
“Thy will be done.”
4. Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized, it ne’er was mine;
I have but yielded what was Thine–
“Thy will be done.”
5. Should grief or sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive to say,
“Thy will be done.”
6. Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest;
My God, to Thee I leave the rest–
“Thy will be done.”
7. Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
“Thy will be done.”
8. Then, when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I’ll sing upon a happier shore,
“Thy will be done.”