1 Corinthians 2:1-8

• [1Co 2:2] Ask Ye What Great Thing I Know

  Ask ye what great thing I know, That delights and stirs me so? What the high reward I win? Whose the Name I glory in? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. What is faith’s foundation strong? What awakes my heart to song? He Who bore my sinful load, Purchased for me peace with God, Jesus Christ, the Crucified. Who is He that makes me wise To discern where duty lies? Who is He that makes me true Duty, when discerned to do, Jesus Christ, the Crucified. Who defeats my fiercest foes? Who consoles my saddest woes? Who revives my fainting heart, Healing all its hidden smart? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. Who is life in life to me? Who the death of death will be? Who will place me on His right, With the countless hosts of light? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. This is that great thing I know; This delights and stirs me so; Faith in Him Who died to save, Him Who triumphed over the grave: Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

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• [1Co 2:2] Blest Be The Dear Uniting Love

  Blest be the dear uniting love, That will not let us part! Our bodies may far off remove, We still are one in heart. Joined in one spirit to our Head, Where He appoints we go; And still in Jesus’ footsteps tread, And show His praise below. O may we ever walk in Him, And nothing know beside; Nothing desire, nothing esteem, But Jesus crucified. Closer and closer let us cleave To His beloved embrace; Expect His fullness to receive And grace to answer grace. While thus we walk with Christ in light Who shall our souls disjoin, Souls, which Himself vouchsafes t’unite In fellowship divine! We all are one who Him receive, The same in mind and heart, Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, Nor life, nor death can part. Partakers of the Savior’s grace, The same in mind and heart, Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, Nor life, nor death can part. But let us hasten to the day Which shall our flesh restore, When death shall all be done away, And bodies part no more!

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• [1Co 2:2] Jesus Only (kirkland)

  Nothing earthly meets the longing, Nothing here can satisfy, But the love and grace of Jesus Meet and still each longing cry. Refrain “Jesus only, Jesus only,” Be my raptured song today; “Jesus only, Jesus only,” Jesus, Jesus all the way. “Jesus only” on the mountain, When my heart with rapture thrills; “Jesus only” in the valley, When life’s woe my spirit fills. Refrain O to spend each passing moment As in sight of His dear face! O to show to souls in darkness All the beauty of His grace! Refrain Grace that saves me, grace that keeps me, Grace that helps me day by day; Faith and hope and peace renewing, Lest I falter by the way. Refrain Jesus, Savior, Thou hast bought me, Thou hast sealed me for Thine own; Hold me, guard me, and direct me, Till Thou callest, “Child, come home.” Refrain

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• [1Co 2:2] Let The World Their Virtue Boast

  Let the world their virtue boast, Their works of righteousness, I, a wretch undone and lost, Am freely saved by grace; Other title I disclaim; This, only this, is all my plea: I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. I, like Gideon’s fleece, am found Unwatered still, and dry, While the dew on all around, Falls plenteous from the sky; Yet my Lord I cannot blame, The Savior’s grace for all is free: I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. Surely He will lift me up, For I of Him have need; I cannot give up my hope, Though I am cold and dead; To bring fire on earth He came; O that it now might kindled be! I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. Jesus, Thou for me hast died, And Thou in me wilt live; I shall feel Thy death applied, I shall Thy life receive; Yet, when melted in the flame Of love, this shall be all my plea: I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.

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• [1Co 2:7] How Great The Wisdom

  How great the wisdom, power and grace, Which in redemption shine! The heavenly host with joy confess The work is all divine. Before His feet they cast their crowns, Those crowns which Jesus gave, And, with ten thousand tongues, Proclaim His power to save. They tell the triumphs of His cross, The sufferings which He bore; How low He stooped, how high He rose, And rose to stoop no more. With them let us our voices raise, And still the song renew; Salvation well deserves the praise Of men, and angels, too.

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  source: Cyberhymnal