2 Corinthians 4:7-18

• [2Co 4:7] How Rich Thy Bounty, King Of Kings!

  How rich Thy bounty, King of kings! Thy favors, how divine! The blessings which Thy Gospel brings, How splendidly they shine! Gold is but dross, and gems but toys, Should gold and gems compare; How mean, when sent against those joys Thy poorest servants share! Yet all these treasures of Thy grace Are lodged in urns of clay; And the weak sons of mortal race The immortal gifts convey. Feebly they lisp Thy glories forth, Yet grace the victory gives; Quickly they molder back to earth, Yet still Thy Gospel lives. Such wonders power divine effects; Such trophies God can raise; His hand, from crumbling dust, erects His monuments of praise.

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• [2Co 4:18] O Holy Savior, Friend Unseen

  O holy Savior, Friend unseen, The faint, the weak on Thee may lean, Help me, throughout life’s varying scene, By faith to cling to Thee. Blessed with this fellowship divine, Take what Thou wilt, I’ll ne’er repine; E’en as the branches to the vine, My soul would cling to Thee. Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed, Here she has found her place of rest An exile still, yet not unblest, While she can cling to Thee. What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and joys remove, With patient, uncomplaining love Still would I cling to Thee. Though faith and hope may long be tried, I ask not, need not aught beside; How safe, how calm, how satisfied, The souls that cling to Thee! Blessed is my lot, whate’er befall; What can disturb me, who appall, While as my Strength, my Rock, my All, All, Savior, I cling to Thee!

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  source: Cyberhymnal