2 Corinthians 1:3-11

• [2Co 1:3] Father Of Mercies! God Of Love!

  Father of mercies! God of love! Whose kind compassion still we prove, Our praise accept, and bless us here, As brought to this—another year. We sing Thy goodness all divine, Whose radiant beams around us shine, ’Tis through Thy goodness we appear Preserved to this—another year. Our souls, our all we here resign; Make us, and keep us ever Thine; And grant that in Thy love and fear We may begin—another year. Be this our sweet experience still, To know and do Thy holy will; Then shall our souls, with joy sincere, Bless Thee for this—another year. Still, Lord, through life Thy love display, And then in death’s approaching day, We’ll joyful part with all that’s here, Nor wish on earth—another year.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [2Co 1:3] Father Of Mercies, In Thy Word

  Father of mercies, in Thy Word What endless glory shines! Forever be Thy Name adored For these celestial lines. Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. Here the fair tree of knowledge grows And yields a free repast; And richer fruits than nature shows Invite the longing taste. Amidst these gloomy wilds below, When dark and sad we stray, Here beams of Heaven relieve our woe, And guide to endless day. Here springs of consolation rise To cheer the fainting mind, And thirsty souls receive supplies, And sweet refreshment find. Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. Oh, may these hallowed pages be Our joy by day and night, And still new beauties may we see, And still increasing light. Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, O grant our fervent prayer, Teach us to love Thy sacred Word, And view the Savior there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [2Co 1:3] Jesus, Lover Of My Soul

  Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last. Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of Thy wing. Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—Lo! on Thee I cast my care; Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, dying, and behold, I live. Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in Thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy Name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart; rise to all eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [2Co 1:7] As Above The Darkest Storm Cloud

  As above the darkest storm cloud Shines the sun, serenely bright Waiting to restore to nature All the glory of his light, So, behind each cloud of sorrow, So, in each affliction, stands, Hid, an angel, with a blessing From the Father in his hand. As without the tempest, pouring O’er the earth the welcome rain, All were but a fruitless desert, Barren sand for ripen’ng grain, So if ne’er a cloud of sadness Veiled the sunshine of the soul, If affliction’s waves were never Suffered o’er the heart to roll. Love and faith might fail forever To bring forth their fruits of peace; Heaven’s good seed of truth would perish In a thorny wilderness. So, with cloud and storm and tempest Grows our earthly summer dim, That the rebel heart, our Father Thus may win to turn to Him.

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  source: Cyberhymnal