1 John 2:1

• [1Jo 2:1] Come, Let Us Lift Our Joyful Eyes

  Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love. Once ’twas a seat of dreadful wrath, And shot devouring flame; Our God appeared “consuming fire,” And Vengeance was His Name. Rich were the drops of Jesus’ blood That calmed His frowning face, That sprinkled o’er the burning throne, And turned the wrath to grace. Now we may bow before His feet, And venture near the Lord; No fiery cherub guards His seat, Nor double-flaming sword. The peaceful gates of heav’nly bliss Are opened by the Son; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th’almighty throne. To Thee ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high; And glory to th’eternal King, That lays His fury by.

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• [1Jo 2:1] Dread Hath Come On Me, A

  A dread hath come on me, I know not where to flee, My pow’rs can naught avail me; My trembling limbs grow weak, My lips refuse to speak, My heart and senses fail me. For thinking on that sound That once shall pierce the ground And make its slumb’rers tremble, “Arise! the Day of Doom Is come at last—is come! Before the Judge assemble!” Ah God! no tempest’s shock That cleaves the solid rock Could make my spirit shiver As doth that awful tone; Were my heart steel or stone ’Twould hear that voice and quiver. I eat, or wake, or sleep, I talk, or smile, or weep, Yet still that voice of thunder Is sounding through my heart— “Forget not what thou art, The doom thou liest under!” For daily do I see How many deaths there be, How swiftly all things wither; How sickness fills the grave, Or fire, or sword, or wave Is sweeping thousands thither. My turn will soon be here, The end is drawing near, I hear its warning plainly; Death knocketh at my door And tells me all is o’er, And I would fly him vainly. Ah! who in this my strait Will be mine Advocate? Will all things leave me friendless? My wealth and power are dust, This Judge is ever just, His righteous doom is endless. Lord Jesus Christ! ’tis Thou Alone canst help me now, But ’twas for this Thou camest, To save us in this hour— Then show Thy mercy’s power, For they are safe Thou claimest. Speak Thou for me! Thou art The refuge of my heart; With gladness let me hear Thee; Bid me to Thee ascend, Where praise shall never end, And love shall aye be near Thee.

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• [1Jo 2:1] Everlasting Song, The

  Come, O my soul, my ev’ry pow’r awaking, Look unto Him Whose goodness crowns thy days; While into song angelic choirs are breaking, O let thy voice its thankful tribute bring. Refrain Tell how alone the path of death He trod; Tell how He lives, thine Advocate with God; Lift up thy voice, while Heav’n’s triumphant throng, Swell at His feet the everlasting song. Think, O my soul, now patiently He sought thee, Far, far away upon the mountain steep; Then in His arms how tenderly He brought thee, Home to His fold, a weary, wand’ring sheep. Refrain Sing, O my soul, and let thy pure devotion Rise to His throne, thy Savior, Friend, and Guide; Sing of His love that, like a mighty ocean, Flows unto thee, and all the world beside. Refrain Soon, O my soul, thine earthly house forsaking, Soon shalt thou rise the better world to see; Then will thy harp, a nobler strain awaking, Praise Him Who died to purchase life for thee. Refrain

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• [1Jo 2:1] Jesus, My Advocate Above

  Jesus, my Advocate above, My Friend before the throne of love, If now for me prevails Thy prayer, If now I find Thee pleading there, If Thou the secret wish convey, And sweetly prompt my heart to pray; Hear, and my weak petitions join, Almighty Advocate, to Thine. Fain would I know my utmost ill, And groan my nature’s weight to feel, To feel the clouds that round me roll, The night that hangs upon my soul, The darkness of my carnal mind, My will perverse, my passions blind, Scattered o’er all the earth abroad, Immeasurably far from God. Jesus, my heart’s desire obtain! My earnest suit present, and gain; My fulness of corruption show, The knowledge of myself bestow; A deeper displacence at sin, A sharper sense of hell within, A stronger struggling to get free, A keener appetite for Thee. O sovereign Love, to Thee I cry, Give me Thyself, or else I die! Save me from death, from hell set free, Death, hell, are but the want of Thee. Quickened by Thy imparted flame, Saved, when possessed of Thee, I am; My life, my only heaven Thou art, O might I feel Thee in my heart!

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• [1Jo 2:1] O Thou, The Contrite Sinner’s Friend

  O Thou, the contrite sinner’s Friend, Who loving, lov’st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me. When weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, Then, Savior, plead for me. When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from Thine and wisdom’s way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Savior, plead for me. When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms infold, And plead, O plead for me. And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in Heav’n for me. When the full light of heavenly day Reveals my sins in dread array, Say Thou hast washed them all away; O say, Thou plead’st for me!

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• [1Jo 2:1] When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend

  When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend, And plead with Thee for mercy there, Think of the sinner’s dying Friend, And for His sake receive my prayer. O think not of my shame and guilt, My thousand stains of deepest dye; Think of the blood which Jesus spilt, And let that blood my pardon buy. Think, Lord, how I am still Thine own, The trembling creature of Thy hand; Think how my heart to sin is prone, And what temptations round me stand. O think upon Thy holy Word, And every plighted promise there; How prayer should evermore be heard, And how Thy glory is to spare. O think not of my doubts and fears, My strivings with Thy grace divine; Think upon Jesus’ woes and tears, And let His merits stand for mine. Thine eyes, Thine ear, they are not dull; Thine arm can never shortened be; Behold me here; my heart is full; Behold, and spare, and succor me.

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1 John 3:2

• [1Jo 3:2] Advent Glory

  The day is fast approaching when the Savior shall appear, And every eye His glory shall behold; The tokens of His coming fill the loyal heart with cheer Though strife abounds and love is waxing cold. Refrain We’ll see Him as He is, And the brightness of His glory we shall share; We’ll see Him as He is, And the likeness of His image we shall bear. In all His Father’s glory, clothed in majesty unveiled, With myriads of the shining angel band, The King descends triumphant in Whose might we have prevailed, And all the ransomed rise at His command. Refrain Oh, may we all as sons of light be watching unto prayer, For surely our redemption draweth nigh; With holy zeal and patient faith, let every soul prepare To join the advent chorus in the sky. Refrain

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• [1Jo 3:2] And Is It So

  And is it so—I shall be like Thy Son? Is this the grace which He for me has won? Father of glory (thought beyond all thought!)— In glory, to His own blest likeness brought! Oh, Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee? Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll, Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul. Yet it must be: Thy love had not its rest Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest. That love that gives not as the world, but shares All it possesses with its loved co-heirs. Nor I alone; Thy loved ones all, complete In glory, round Thee there with joy shall meet, All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord, Object supreme of all, by all adored. The heart is satisfied; can ask no more All thought of self is now forever o’er: Christ, its un-mingled Object, fills the heart In blest adoring love—the endless part. Father of mercies, in Thy presence bright All this shall be unfolded in the light; Thy children all, with joy Thy counsels know Fulfilled; patient in hope, while here below.

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• [1Jo 3:2] Beloved, Now Are We

  Sons of God, belovèd in Jesus! O the wondrous word of grace; In His Son the Father sees us, And as sons He gives us place. Refrain Belovèd, now are we the sons of God, And it doth not yet appear what we shall be; But we know that when He shall appear; We know that when He shall appear, We shall be like Him, we shall be like Him, For we shall see Him as He is. Blessèd hope now brightly beaming, On our God we soon shall gaze; And in light celestial gleaming, We shall see our Savior’s face. Refrain By the pow’r of grace transforming, We shall then His image bear; Christ His promised word performing, We shall then His glory share. Refrain

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• [1Jo 3:2] O I Want To See Him

  As I journey thro’ the land, singing as I go, Pointing souls to Calvary—to the crimson flow, Many arrows pierce my soul from without, within; But my Lord leads me on, thro’ Him I must win. Refrain O I want to see Him, look upon His face, There to sing forever of His saving grace; On the streets of glory let me lift my voice, Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice. When in service for my Lord dark may be the night, But I’ll cling more close to Him, He will give me light; Satan’s snares may vex my soul, turn my tho’ts aside; But my Lord goes ahead, leads whate’er betide. Refrain When in valleys low I look tow’rd the mountain height, And behold my Savior there, leading in the fight, With a tender hand outstretched tow’rd the valley low, Guiding me, I can see, as I onward go. Refrain When before me billows rise form the mighty deep, Then my Lord directs my bark; He doth safely keep, And He leads me gently on thro’ this world below; He’s a real Friend to me, O I love Him so. Refrain

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• [1Jo 3:2] We Shall Be Like Him

  “We shall be like Him,” the Son of God most holy, “We shall be like Him,” sweet promise of His grace! Christian, press forward! some bright, some glad tomorrow “We shall be like Him,” for we shall see His face. Refrain We shall be like Him, we shall be like Him, For we shall see Him as He is; We shall be like Him, we shall be like Him, For we shall see Him as He is. “We shall be like Him,” this promise lights the future, Shedding soft radiance upon our pathway dim. He who redeemed us, the Lamb once slain on Calv’ry, Shines now in glory, and we shall be like Him. Refrain “We shall be like Him,” the glorified Redeemer; His lovingkindness this added grace bestows! We shall behold Him no more with clouded vision, Brighter and brighter to faith the prospect grows. Refrain

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1 John 4:18

• [1Jo 4:18] O Love That Casts Out Fear

  O love that casts out fear, O love that casts out sin, Tarry no more without, But come and dwell within! True sunlight of the soul, Surround us as we go; So shall our way be safe, Our feet no straying know. Great love of God, come in! Wellspring of heavenly peace; Thou Living Water, come! Spring up, and never cease. Love of the living God, Of Father and of Son; Love of the Holy Ghost, Fill thou each needy one.

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• [1Jo 4:18] Valley Of Blessing, The

  I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet, And Jesus abides with me there; And His Spirit and blood make my cleansing complete, And His perfect love casteth out fear. Refrain Oh, come to this valley of blessing so sweet, Where Jesus will fullness bestow; And believe, and receive, and confess Him, That all His salvation may know. There is peace in the valley of blessing so sweet, And plenty the land doth impart; And there’s rest for the weary, worn traveler’s feet, And joy for the sorrowing heart. Refrain There is love in the valley of blessing so sweet, Such as none but the blood-washed may feel, When Heaven comes down redeemed spirits to greet, And Christ sets His covenant seal. Refrain There’s a song in the valley of blessing so sweet, And angels would fain join the strain, As with rapturous praises we bow at His feet, Crying, “Worthy the Lamb that was slain!” Refrain

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