1 Timothy 3:1-16

• [1Ti 3:1] O Thou Whose All Redeeming Might

  O Thou Whose all redeeming might Crowns every chief in faith’s true fight, On this commemoration day Hear us, good Jesu, while we pray. In faithful strife for Thy dear Name Thy servant earned the saintly fame, Which pious hearts with praise revere In constant memory year by year. Earth’s fleeting joys he counted naught, For higher, truer joys he sought, And now, with angels round the Thy throne, Unfading treasures are his own. O grant that we, most gracious God, May follow in the steps he trod; And, freed from every stain of sin, As he hath won may also win. To Thee, O Christ, our loving King, All glory, praise, and thanks we bring; Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost forevermore.

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• [1Ti 3:13] A Great And Mighty Wonder

  A great and mighty wonder, a full and holy cure: The virgin bears the Infant with virgin honor pure! Repeat the hymn again: “To God on high be glory And peace on earth to men!” The Word becomes incarnate and yet remains on high, And cherubim sing anthems to shepherds from the sky. Repeat the hymn again: “To God on high be glory And peace on earth to men!” While thus they sing your Monarch, those bright angelic bands, Rejoice, ye vales and mountains, ye oceans, clap your hands. Repeat the hymn again: “To God on high be glory And peace on earth to men!” Since all He comes to ransom, by all be He adored, The Infant born in Bethl’em, the Savior and the Lord. Repeat the hymn again: “To God on high be glory And peace on earth to men!” And idol forms shall perish, and error shall decay, And Christ shall wield His scepter, our Lord and God for aye. Repeat the hymn again: “To God on high be glory And peace on earth to men!”

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• [1Ti 3:15] Church Of The Living God

  Church of the living God, Pillar and ground of truth, Keep the old paths the fathers trod In thy illumined youth. Lo, in thy bosom lies The touchstone for the age; Seducing error shrinks and dies At light from yonder page. Woe to the hands that dare, By lust of power enticed To mingle with the doctrine there The frauds of Antichrist. Once to the saints was giv’n All blessèd Gospel lore; There, written down in words from Heav’n, Thou hast it evermore. Fear not, though doubts abound, And scoffing tongues deride; Love of God’s Word finds surer ground When to the utmost tried. Toil at thy sacred text; More fruitful grows the field; Each generation to the next Prepares a richer yield. God’s Spirit in the Church, Still lives unspent, untired, Inspiring hearts that fain would search The truths Himself inspired. Move, Holy Ghost, with might Amongst us as of old; Dispel the falsehood, and unite In true faith and true fold.

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• [1Ti 3:15] One Holy Church Of God Appears

  One holy Church of God appears Through every age and race, Unwasted by the lapse of years, Unchanged by changing place. From oldest time, on farthest shores, Beneath the pine or palm, One unseen Presence she adores, With silence, or with psalm. The truth is her prophetic gift, The soul her sacred page; And feet on mercy’s errands swift Do make her pilgrimage. O living Church, thine errand speed, Fulfill thy task sublime; With Bread of life earth’s hungers feed; Redeem the evil time!

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• [1Ti 3:16] Beyond The Glittering, Starry Skies

  Beyond the glittering starry skies, Far as th’eternal hills, There, in those boundless worlds of light, Our great Redeemer dwells. Legions of angels strong and fair, In countless armies shine, At His right hand with golden harps, To offer songs divine. “Hail, Prince!” they cry, “for ever hail! Whose unexampled love Moved Thee to quit those glorious realms, And royalties above.” While He did condescend on earth To suffer rude disdain, They cast their honors at His feet, And waited in His train. Through all His travels here below They did His steps attend! Oft gazed and wondered where at last This scene of love would end. They saw His heart transfixed with wounds, His crimson sweat and gore, They saw Him break the bars of death, Which none e’er brake before. They brought His chariot from above, To bear Him to His throne, Clapped their triumphant wings and cried, “The glorious work is done!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal