1 Timothy 2:1-8

• [1Ti 2:3] Ah! Whither Should I Go?

  Ah! whither should I go, Burdened and sick and faint? To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint? My Savior bids me come; Ah! why do I delay? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from Him I stay. What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part, Which will not let the Savior take Possession of my heart? Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away. I now believe in Thee, Compassion reigns alone; According to my faith, to me O let it, Lord, be done! In me is all the bar, Which Thou wouldst fain remove; Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love. Some cursèd thing unknown Must surely lurk within, Some idol which I will not own, Some secret bosom sin. Jesu, the hindrance show, Which I have feared to see; Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me out of Thee.

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• [1Ti 2:5] Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed?

  Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For sinners such as I? [originally, For such a worm as I?] Refrain At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled away, It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day! Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine— And bathed in its own blood— While the firm mark of wrath divine, His Soul in anguish stood. Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker died, For man the creature’s sin. Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. But drops of grief can ne’er repay The debt of love I owe: Here, Lord, I give my self away ’Tis all that I can do.

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• [1Ti 2:6] Tell Me The Story Of Jesus

  Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart every word. Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard. Tell how the angels in chorus, Sang as they welcomed His birth. “Glory to God in the highest! Peace and good tidings to earth.” Refrain Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart every word. Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard. Fasting alone in the desert, Tell of the days that are past. How for our sins He was tempted, Yet was triumphant at last. Tell of the years of His labor, Tell of the sorrow He bore. He was despised and afflicted, Homeless, rejected and poor. Refrain Tell of the cross where they nailed Him, Writhing in anguish and pain. Tell of the grave where they laid Him, Tell how He liveth again. Love in that story so tender, Clearer than ever I see. Stay, let me weep while you whisper, Love paid the ransom for me. Refrain

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• [1Ti 2:6] There’s A Sweet And Blessed Story

  There’s a sweet and blessèd story Of the Christ Who came from glory Just to rescue me from sin and misery. He in lovingkindness sought me, And from and sin shame hath brought me. Hallelujah! Jesus ransomed me. Refrain Hallelujah, what a Savior, Who can take a poor lost sinner, Lift him from the miry clay and set him free! I will ever tell the story, Shouting, “Glory, glory, glory!” Hallelujah! Jesus ransomed me. From the depth of sin and sadness To the heights of joy and gladness Jesus lifted me, in mercy full and free. With His precious blood He bought me; When I knew Him not, He sought me, And in love divine He ransomed me. Refrain From the throne of heav’nly glory, O the sweet and blessèd story, Jesus came to lift the lost in sin and woe Into liberty all glorious, Trophies of His grace victorious, Evermore rejoicing here below. Refrain By and by with joy increasing, And with gratitude unceasing, Lifted up with Christ forevermore to be, I will join the hosts there singing, In the anthem ever ringing, To the King of Love, who ransomed me. Refrain

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