1 John 2:28

• [1Jo 2:28] When Rising From The Bed Of Death

  When rising from the bed of death, O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear? If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought; When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear? But Thou hast told the troubled mind Who does her sins lament, The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent. Then see the sorrow of my heart, Ere yet it be too late; And hear my Savior’s dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows Thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.

  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