1 John 2:8

• [1Jo 2:8] The Morning Light Is Breaking

  The morning light is breaking, the darkness disappears; The sons of earth are waking, to penitential tears; Each breeze that sweeps the ocean brings tidings from afar Of nations in commotion, prepared for Zion’s war. Rich dews of grace come o’er us, in many a gentle shower, And brighter scenes before us, are opening every hour; Each cry to heaven going, abundant answers brings, And heavenly winds are blowing, with peace upon their wings. See heathen nations bending before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending in gratitude above: While sinners, now confessing, the Gospel call obey, And seek the Savior’s blessing, a nation in a day. Blest river of salvation, pursue thy onward way; Flow thou to every nation, nor in thy riches stay: Stay not till all the lowly triumphant reach their home; Stay not till all the holy proclaim, “The Lord is come.”

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Jo 2:8] O Christ, Our True And Only Light

  O Christ, our true and only Light, Illumine those who sit in night; Let those afar now hear Thy voice, And in Thy fold with us rejoice. Fill with the radiance of Thy grace The souls now lost in error’s maze, And all, O Lord, whose secret minds, Some dark delusion hurts and blinds. And all who else have strayed from Thee, O gently seek; Thy healing be To every wounded conscience given; And let them also share Thy heaven. O make the deaf to hear Thy Word; And teach the dumb to speak, dear Lord, Who dare not yet the faith avow Though secretly they hold it now. Shine on the darkened and the cold; Recall the wanderers to Thy fold; Unite those now who walk apart; Confirm the weak and doubting heart. So they with us may evermore Such grace with wondering thanks adore, And endless praise to Thee be given By all the Church in earth and Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

1 John 3:16

• [1Jo 3:16] O Perfect Life Of Love

  O perfect life of love! All, all is finished now; All that He left His throne above To do for us below. No work is left undone Of all the Father willed; His toil, His sorrows, one by one, The Scripture have fulfilled. No pain that we can share But He has felt its smart; All forms of human grief and care Have pierced that tender heart. And on His thorn crowned head, And on His sinless soul, Our sins in all their guilt were laid, That He might make us whole. In perfect love He dies; For me He dies, for me; O all atoning Sacrifice, I cling by faith to Thee. In every time of need, Before the judgment throne, Thy work, O Lamb of God, I’ll plead, Thy merits, not my own. Yet work, O Lord, in me, As Thou for me hast wrought; And let my love the answer be To grace Thy love has brought.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

1 John 5:14

• [1Jo 5:14] Jesus, My Strength, My Hope

  Jesus, my Strength, my Hope, On Thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hear’st my prayer. Give me on Thee to wait Till I can all things do; On Thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye That looks to Thee when sin is near And sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard And watching unto prayer. I want a heart to pray, To pray and never cease, Never to murmur at Thy stay, Or wish my sufferings less. This blessing, above all, Always to pray, I want, Out of the deep on Thee to call, And never, never faint. I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threat’ning or reward To Thee and Thy great Name. A jealous, just concern For Thine immortal praise; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify Thy grace. I rest upon Thy Word; The promise is for me; My comfort and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee. But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love. I want with all my heart Thy pleasure to fulfill, To know myself, and what Thou art, And what Thy perfect will. I want I know not what, I want my wants to see, I want—alas! what want I not, When Thou art not in me?

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  source: Cyberhymnal