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