Bring all the tithes (the whole tenth of your income) into the storehouse, that there may be food in My house, and prove Me now by it, says the Lord of hosts,
if I will not open the windows of heaven for you and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.
If you know Dustin’s full name, or where to get a good photo of her (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
What will you do with your harvest, friend?
The piled up sheaves of ripened grain,
That have fed on the rays of the glorious sun,
And drank the drops of the gracious rain.
What will you do with your harvest?
What will you do? What will you do?
Use it to honor the Master,
And He will honor you.
Will you in pleasure and comfort live,
And call your own what God has giv’n?
Oh, shall not from every rich harvest field,
The first sheaf ripened belong to Heaven?
If this you do with your harvest, friend,
Come up with all the tithes of grain,
The promise of God then will be fulfilled:
Your barns the blessings will not contain.