1 Corinthians 1:7-8

• [1Co 1:7] I’m Waiting For Thee, Lord

  I’m waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord; I’m waiting for Thee— For Thy coming again. Thou’rt gone over there, Lord, A place to prepare, Lord, Thy home I shall share At Thy coming again. ’Mid danger and fear, Lord, I’m oft weary here, Lord, The day must be near of Thy coming again. ’Tis all sunshine there, Lord, No sighing nor care, Lord, But glory so fair At Thy coming again. Whilst Thou art away, Lord, I stumble and stray, Lord; Oh! hasten the day of Thy coming again. This is not my rest, Lord, A pilgrim confessed, Lord, I wait to be blest, At Thy coming again. E’en now let my ways, Lord, Be bright with Thy praise, Lord; For brief are the days ere Thy coming again. I’m waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord, No triumph for me Like Thy coming again.

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1 Corinthians 2:15--3:1

• [1Co 2:16] Take Thou Our Minds, Dear Lord

  Take Thou our minds, dear Lord, we humbly pray, Give us the mind of Christ each passing day; Teach us to know the truth that sets us free; Grant us in all our thoughts to honor Thee. Take Thou our hearts, O Christ—they are Thine own; Come Thou within our souls and claim Thy throne; Help us to shed abroad Thy deathless love; Use us to make the earth like heaven above. Take Thou our wills, Most High! Hold Thou full sway; Have in our inmost souls Thy perfect way; Guard Thou each sacred hour from selfish ease; Guide Thou our ordered lives as Thou dost please. Take Thou ourselves, O Lord, heart, mind, and will; Through our surrendered souls Thy plans fulfill. We yield ourselves to Thee—time, talents, all; We hear, and henceforth heed, Thy sovereign call.

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1 Corinthians 4:12

• [1Co 4:12] O Son Of Man, Thou Madest Known

  O Son of Man, Thou madest known, Through quiet work in shop and home, The sacredness of common things, The chance of life that each day brings. O Workman true, may we fulfill In daily life Thy Father’s will; In duty’s call, Thy call we hear To fuller life, through work sincere. Thou Master Workman, grant us grace The challenge of our tasks to face; By loyal scorn of second best, By effort true, to meet each test. And thus we pray in deed and word, Thy kingdom come on earth, O Lord; In work that gives effect to prayer, Thy purpose for Thy world we share.

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1 Corinthians 10:16

• [1Co 10:16] Jesus Invites His Saints

  Jesus invites His saints To meet around His board; Here pardoned rebels sit and hold Communion with their Lord. For food He gives His flesh, He bids us drink His blood; Amazing favor! matchless grace Of our descending God! This holy bread and wine Maintains our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in His death. Our heav’nly Father calls Christ and His members one; We the young children of His love, And He the first-born Son. We are but several parts Of the same broken bread; One body hath its several limbs, But Jesus is the Head. Let all our powers be joined His glorious Name to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise.

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• [1Co 10:16] Let Thy Blood In Mercy Poured

  Let Thy blood in mercy poured, Let Thy gracious body broken, Be to me, O gracious Lord, Of Thy boundless love the token. Refrain Thou didst give Thyself for me, Now I give myself to Thee. Thou didst die that I might live; Blessèd Lord, Thou cam’st to save me: All that love of God could give Jesus by His sorrows gave me. Refrain By the thorns that crowned Thy brow, By the spear wound and the nailing, By the pain and death, I now Claim, O Christ, Thy love unfailing. Refrain Wilt Thou own the gift I bring? All my penitence I give Thee; Thou art my exalted King, Of Thy matchless love forgive me. Refrain

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1 Corinthians 13:1

• [1Co 13:1] Gift Of Love, The

  Though I may speak with bravest fire, And have the gift to all inspire, And have not love, my words are vain, As sounding brass, and hopeless gain. Though I may give all I possess, And striving so my love profess, But not be given by love within, The profit soon turns strangely thin. Come, Spirit, come, our hearts control, Our spirits long to be made whole. Let inward love guide every deed; By this we worship, and are freed.

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• [1Co 13:1] Though I Speak

  Though I speak in every language, Prophesy for God above, Though I understand all mysteries, I am nothing without love. Though through faith I can move mountains, Give the poor all that I gain, Though I’m burned alive for Jesus, Without love, my life is vain. Love is patient, kind, and selfless, Envies not, nor boasts in pride, Is not rude or quickly angered, Never holds a grudge inside. Love does not delight in evil, But with truth rejoices e’er; Trusts, protects, and hopes forever, Perseveres and always cares. One day prophecies will finish; Tongues will in that day be stilled; Knowledge, too, will pass forever, When God’s Word is all fulfilled. Now we only know a fraction, And as children think and speak; When perfection comes upon us, Childish ways no more we’ll seek. Now we see as in a mirror, In a blurred and hazy way. But reflections soon will vanish; Face to face we’ll see some day. In that day we’ll all know fully, As we’re known by God above; Till then, faith, hope, love still linger, But the greatest far is love.

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