1 Corinthians 3:22

• [1Co 3:22] I Am His, And He Is Mine

  Loved with everlasting love, led by grace that love to know; Gracious Spirit from above, Thou hast taught me it is so! O this full and perfect peace! O this transport all divine! In a love which cannot cease, I am His, and He is mine. In a love which cannot cease, I am His, and He is mine. Heav’n above is softer blue, Earth around is sweeter green! Something lives in every hue Christless eyes have never seen; Birds with gladder songs o’erflow, flowers with deeper beauties shine, Since I know, as now I know, I am His, and He is mine. Since I know, as now I know, I am His, and He is mine. Things that once were wild alarms cannot now disturb my rest; Closed in everlasting arms, pillowed on the loving breast. O to lie forever here, doubt and care and self resign, While He whispers in my ear, I am His, and He is mine. While He whispers in my ear, I am His, and He is mine. His forever, only His; Who the Lord and me shall part? Ah, with what a rest of bliss Christ can fill the loving heart! Heav’n and earth may fade and flee, firstborn light in gloom decline; But while God and I shall be, I am His, and He is mine. But while God and I shall be, I am His, and He is mine.

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• [1Co 3:22] Jesus, Full Of Love Divine

  Jesus, full of love divine, I am Thine and Thou art mine; Let me live and die to prove Thine unutterable love. More and more of love I claim, Glowing still with quenchless flame; All my heart to Thee aspires, Yearns with infinite desire. Every thought, design, and word Burns with love to Thee, my Lord; Body, soul, and spirit joined, All in love to Thee combined. Ever since I saw Thy face, Proved Thy plenitude of grace, Chose Thee as the better part— Love has filled and fired my heart. Jesus, Savior, Thou art mine; Jesus, all I have is Thine; Never shall the altar fire, Kindled on my heart, expire. Love my darkness shall illume, Love shall all my sins consume: Sweetly then I die to prove An eternity of love!

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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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