1 Peter 2:3-12

• [1Pe 2:7] I Find Thee So Precious

  O what are the pleasures that silver can buy? They come and they go, but cannot satisfy; But praised be the Savior! I cease not to cry, I find Thee so precious, my Savior! Refrain O sweeter and sweeter, as day follows day, As the gold of the morning breaks forth through the gray; As I lift up my soul, as I praise and I pray, I find Thee more precious, my Savior! I care not if all the proud world turn away, The plaudits of men only last for a day; Their frowns do not frighten, or cause me dismay, I find Thee so precious, my Savior! Refrain As well in the cottage as under the dome, Beside my own cot, or wherever I roam; The honey from Heaven still drips from the comb; I find Thee so precious, my Savior! Refrain

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• [1Pe 2:7] Never Forget

  Never forget that the Savior is near, Asking if thou wilt receive Him. He will protect from all danger and fear Those who love, trust and believe Him. Never forget that the Master is near, All of thy life He is viewing; How doth the record before Him appear, Art thou His precepts pursuing? Refrain Never forget, never forget, Jesus is near, O receive Him. He will come in, cleanse from all sin; Cheerfully trust and believe Him. Never forget the good Shepherd is near, Faithfully leading and guiding, Turn not away, lest His voice thou shalt hear, Tenderly pleading and chiding. Never forget the Redeemer is near, Nor the dear ransom once given. If we obey, love, and honor Him here, We shall dwell with Him in Heaven. Refrain

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• [1Pe 2:11] O Happy Band Of Pilgrims

  O happy band of pilgrims, If onward you will tread, With Jesus as your Fellow, To Jesus as your Head. O happy if you labor, As Jesus did for men; O happy if you hunger As Jesus hungered then. The cross that Jesus carried He carried as your due; The crown that Jesus weareth He weareth it for you. The faith by which you see Him, The hope in which you yearn, The love that through all troubles To Him alone will turn. What are they but forerunners To lead you to His sight? What are they save the effluence Of uncreated Light? The trials that beset you, The sorrows you endure, The manifold temptations That death alone can cure. What are they but His jewels Of right celestial worth? What are they but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth? O happy band of pilgrims, Look upward to the skies, Where such a light affliction Shall win you such a prize. To Father, Son, and Spirit, The God Whom we adore, Be loftiest praises given, Now and for evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal