Colossians 3

• [Col 3:2] O Happy Soul That Lives On High

  O happy soul that lives on high While men lie groveling here! His hopes are fixed above the sky, And faith forbids his fear. His conscience knows no secret stings, While peace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine. He waits in secret on His God, His God in secret sees; Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heav’nly peace. His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time; Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of sinners climb. He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise his figure here; Content and pleased to live unknown, Till Christ, his life, appear. He looks to Heav’ns eternal hill To meet that glorious day; But patient waits his Savior’s will To fetch his soul away.

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• [Col 3:2] I Send The Joys Of Earth Away

  I send the joys of earth away; Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind. Your streams were floating me along Down the gulf of dark despair; And while I listened to your song, Your streams had e’en conveyed me there. Lord, I adore Thy matchless grace, That warned me of that dark abyss, That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss. Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands and glance my eyes; O for the pinions of a dove, To bear me to the upper skies.

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• [Col 3:2] I Would Be Like Jesus

  Earthly pleasures vainly call me; I would be like Jesus; Nothing worldly shall enthrall me; I would be like Jesus. Refrain Be like Jesus, this my song, In the home and in the throng; Be like Jesus, all day long! I would be like Jesus. He has broken every fetter, I would be like Jesus; That my soul may serve Him better, I would be like Jesus. Refrain All the way from earth to glory, I would be like Jesus; Telling o’er and o’er the story, I would be like Jesus. Refrain That in Heaven He may meet me, I would be like Jesus; That His words “Well done” may greet me, I would be like Jesus. Refrain

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• [Col 3:3] I Live But In Thee

  O Light of my spirit and Joy of my heart, Thou Chief among thousands, how lovely Thou art! I think of Thy goodness where’er I may be, My Rock and Salvation, I live but for Thee. Refrain I live but in Thee, I live but in Thee, My Rock and Salvation, I live but in Thee; I live but in Thee, I live but in Thee, My Rock and Salvation, I live but in Thee. I care not for treasures that rust and decay, I seek not for pleasures that vanish away, Enough that my Savior my portion will be, O loving Redeemer, I live but in Thee. Refrain Thus far hast Thou led me, I’ll trust Thee for all, I know Thou wilt ever respond to my call; I feel that Thy grace is sufficient for me, O Savior of sinners, I live but in Thee. Refrain

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• [Col 3:4] Christ, The Life Of All The Living

  Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ the Death of death, our foe, Who Thyself for us once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death; Praise and glory ever be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. Thou, O Christ, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, O Thou sinless Son of God, Only thus for me to win Rescue from the bonds of sin; Praise and glory ever be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. Thou didst bear the smiting only That it might not fall on me; Stoodest falsely charged and lonely That I might be safe and free; Comfortless that I might know Comfort from Thy boundless woe. Praise and glory ever be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, Treating Thee with shameful scorn And with piercing thorns they crowned Thee, All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne That as Thine Thou mightest own me And with heavenly glory crown me. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee That from pain I might be free; Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee, Thence I gain security; Comfortless Thy soul did languish Me to comfort in my anguish. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Thou hast suffered great affliction, And hast borne it patiently, Even death by crucifixion, Fully to atone for me; Thou didst choose to be tormented That my doom should be prevented. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Then, for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee with my latest breath For Thy sad and cruel death, For that last and bitter cry Praise Thee evermore on high.

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• [Col 3:11] Jesus Is All The World To Me

  Jesus is all the world to me, my life, my joy, my all; He is my strength from day to day, without Him I would fall. When I am sad, to Him I go, no other one can cheer me so; When I am sad, He makes me glad, He’s my Friend. Jesus is all the world to me, my Friend in trials sore; I go to Him for blessings, and He gives them over and o’er. He sends the sunshine and the rain, He sends the harvest’s golden grain; Sunshine and rain, harvest of grain, He’s my Friend. Jesus is all the world to me, and true to Him I’ll be; O how could I this Friend deny, when He’s so true to me? Following Him I know I’m right, He watches o’er me day and night; Following Him by day and night, He’s my Friend. Jesus is all the world to me, I want no better Friend; I trust Him now, I’ll trust Him when life’s fleeting days shall end. Beautiful life with such a Friend, beautiful life that has no end; Eternal life, eternal joy, He’s my Friend.

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• [Col 3:11] Jesus, My All

  Lord, at Thy mercy seat, humbly I fall; Pleading Thy promise sweet, Lord, hear my call; Now let Thy work begin, oh, make me pure within, Cleanse me from every sin, Jesus, my all. Tears of repentant grief, silently fall; Help Thou my unbelief, hear Thou my call; Oh, how I pine for Thee! ’Tis all my hope and plea: Jesus has died for me, Jesus, my all. Still at Thy mercy seat, Savior, I fall; Trusting Thy promise sweet, heard is my call; Faith wings my soul to Thee; this all my song shall be, Jesus has died for me, Jesus my all.

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• [Col 3:17] Name Which I Whisper, The

  The Name which I whisper as morning time breaks, And is on my tongue as my body awakes, Is Jesus, is Jesus, is Jesus, Jesus. The Name which I whisper as hours will fly, And lives in my mind until evening will die, Is Jesus, is Jesus, is Jesus, Jesus. The Name which I mention when night’s coming near, The Name of the Man that my heart loves so dear, Is Jesus, is Jesus, is Jesus, Jesus. That Name is the only last word I will say, The first I will whisper in Heaven one day, Is Jesus, is Jesus, is Jesus, Jesus.

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• [Col 3:17] Sons Of Labor, Dear To Jesus

  Sons of labor, dear to Jesus, To your homes and work again; Go with brave hearts back to duty, Face the peril, bear the pain. Be your dwellings ne’er so lowly, Yet remember, by your bed, That the Son of God most holy Had not where to lay His head. Sons of labor, think of Jesus As you rest your homes within, Think of that sweet Babe of Mary In the stable of the inn. Think how in the sacred story Jesus took a humble grade, And the Lord of Life and Glory Worked with Joseph at His trade. Sons of labor, pray to Jesus; Oh, how Jesus prayed for you! In the moonlight, on the mountain, Where the shimmering olives grew. When you rise up at the dawning, Ere in toil you wend your way, Pray, as He prayed, in the morning, Long before the break of day. Sons of labor, be like Jesus, Undefilèd, chaste, and pure; And, though Satan tempt you sorely, By His grace you shall endure. Husband, father, son and brother, Be ye gentle, just and true— Be ye kind to one another, As the Lord is kind to you. Sons of labor, seek for Jesus, Where He tells you ye shall find, In the children, ’mid the mourners, In the sick, poor, lame and blind— “Search the Scriptures,” He entreats you, “For of Me they testify”; Love His altar, where He meets you, Saying, “Fear not—It is I.” Sons of labor, go to Jesus, In your sorrow, shame and loss; He is nearest, you are dearest, When you bravely bear His cross. Go to Him, who died to save you, And is still the sinner’s Friend; And the great love, which forgave you, Will forgive you to the end. Sons of labor, live for Jesus, Be your work your worship, too; In His Name, and to His glory, Do whate’er you find to do; Till this night of sin and sorrow Be for ever overpast; And we see the golden morrow, Home with Jesus, home at last!

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• [Col 3:17] Thrice-holy Name!

  Thrice-holy Name! that sweeter sounds Than streams which down the valley run, And tells of more than human love, And more than human power, in one: First from the gracious herald heard, Heard since through all the choirs on high; O Child of Mary, Son of God, Eternal, hear Thy children’s cry! While at the blessèd Name we bow, Lord Jesus, be among us now! Within our dim-eyed souls call up The vision of Thine earthly years; The mount of the transfigured form; The garden of the bitter tears; The cross upreared in darkening skies; The thorn-wreathed head, the bleeding side; And whisper in the heart, “For you, For you, I left the Heav’ns, and died,” While at the blessèd Name we bow, Lord Jesus, be among us now! Ah! with faith’s inward piercing eye The riven rock-hewn bed we see, Whence Thou in triumph hast gone forth By death from death to make us free! And when on earth’s last awful day The judgment-seat of God shall shine, Lift Thou our trembling eyes to read In Thy dear face the mercy-sign. While at the blessèd Name we bow, Lord Jesus, be among us now!

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