1 Corinthians 12:8

• [1Co 12:8] Behold The Messengers Of Christ

  Behold the messengers of Christ, Who bear to every place, The unveiled mysteries of God, The Gospel of His grace. The things through mists and shadows dim By holy prophets seen, In the full light of day they saw With not a cloud between. What Christ, true Man, divinely wrought, What God in manhood bore, They wrote, as God inspired, in words That live forevermore. Although in space and time apart, One Spirit ruled them all; And in their sacred pages still We hear that Spirit’s call. To God, the blessèd Three in One, Be glory, praise, and might, Who called us from the shades of death To His own glorious light.

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• [1Co 12:8] From Thee All Skill And Science Flow

  From Thee all skill and science flow, All pity, care and love, All calm and courage, faith and hope; O pour them from above. And part them, Lord, to each and all, As each and all shall need, To rise, like incense, each to Thee, In noble thought and deed. And hasten, Lord, that perfect day When pain and death shall cease; And Thy just rule shall fill the earth With health, and light, and peace. When ever blue the sky shall gleam, And ever green the sod; And man’s rude work deface no more The paradise of God. Accept this building, gracious Lord, No temple though it be; We raised it for our suffering kin, And so, good Lord, for Thee. Accept our little gift, and give, To all who may here dwell, The will and power to do their work, Or bear their sorrows well.

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1 Corinthians 15:45

• [1Co 15:45] Upon The Sixth Day Of The Week

  Upon the sixth day of the week The first man had his birth, In God’s own image bright and pure Created from the earth. Upon the sixth day of the week The second Adam died, And by the second Adam’s death Man was revivified. Upon the seventh day of the week God from His works did rest, And on that holy Sabbath day The works of God were blessed. Upon the seventh day of the week Christ in the grave did rest, The grave is now a holy place; A Sabbath for the blest. By tasting the forbidden tree Man fell in Paradise; Upon the tree Christ tasted death, And by His death we rise. Christ in a garden buried lay, Which spring-flowers did adorn; And there our Resurrection bloomed On the bright Easter morn. The grave itself a garden is, Where loveliest flowers abound, For Christ our amaranthine Life Sprang from the holy ground. He by the Spirit once was born Pure from the virgin’s womb, And by the Spirit once again, Born from the virgin tomb. Oh give us grace to die to sin, That we, O Lord, may have A holy, happy rest with Thee, A Sabbath in the grave. O may we buried be with Thee, And with Thee, Lord, arise To an eternal Easter-day Of glory in the skies!

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