Philippians 3:12-21

• [Phi 3:13] I Have Settled The Question

  I remember when the Lord spoke to my soul, I could feel the heavy burden from me roll When He spoke the gracious words, “Wilt thou be whole?” Then I settled the question forever. Refrain I have settled the question, hallelujah! I will never turn back from the narrow way. I am going through with Jesus, hallelujah! Till I reach the gates of glory some sweet day. I no longer walk the ways of sinfulness, But I daily tread the paths of righteousness Since the day the Lord has come my life to bless I have settled the question forever. Refrain I will choose the holy joys that always last, And reject sin’s pleasures that will soon be past, To the treasures of true worth I’m holding fast, I have settled the question forever. Refrain Others may deny the Lord and live in sin, But the race that I have entered I must win, Through the pearly gates I mean to enter in, I have settled the question forever. Refrain

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• [Phi 3:14] With Gladsome Feet We Press

  With gladsome feet we press to Sion’s holy mount, Where gushes from its deep recess the cooling fount; Oh! happy, happy hill, the joy of every saint! With sweet Siloam’s crystal rill, that cheers the faint. Great city, blest of God! Jerusalem the free! With ceaseless step the path be trod that leads to thee! The martyr’s bleeding feet, the saints with woundless breast, Alike have sought thy golden seat to win their rest. There, calming all alarms, thy cross of love is traced, Outstretching salutary arms, to bless the waste; The sinner there can plead in ever listening ears; On hope and thee, can sweetly feed, and dry his tears. So this our festal day celestial joy shall raise, While lips and hearts, conjoined, essay to hymn thy praise! The very stones shall ring, resound each holy wall, With Thee, Thyself the Rock, our Heaven, our All!

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• [Phi 3:20] Jerusalem On High

  Jerusalem on high, my song that city is, My home whene’er I die, the center of my bliss; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? There dwells my Lord, my King, judged here unfit to live; There angels to Him sing and lowly homage give; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? The patriarchs of old there from their travels cease; The prophets there behold their longed for Prince of peace; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? The Lamb’s Apostles there I might with joy behold, The harpers I might hear harping on harps of gold; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? The bleeding martyrs, they within those courts are found, Clothèd in pure array, their scars with glory crowned; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? Ah me! ah me! that I in Kedar’s tent here stay; No place like that on high; Lord thither guide my way; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

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