2 Corinthians 3:3

• [2Co 3:3] O Spirit Of The Living God (montgomery)

  O Spirit of the living God, In all Thy plenitude of grace, Where’er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race. Give tongues of fire and hearts of love To preach the reconciling Word, Give power and unction from above, Whene’er the joyful sound is heard. Be darkness, at Thy coming, light; Confusion, order in Thy path; Souls without strength inspire with might; Bid mercy triumph over wrath. O Spirit of the Lord, prepare All the round earth her God to meet; Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat. Baptize the nations; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record; The Name of Jesus glorify, Till every kindred call Him Lord. God from eternity hath willed All flesh shall His salvation see: So be the Father’s love fulfilled, The Savior’s sufferings crowned through Thee.

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2 Corinthians 4:7

• [2Co 4:7] How Rich Thy Bounty, King Of Kings!

  How rich Thy bounty, King of kings! Thy favors, how divine! The blessings which Thy Gospel brings, How splendidly they shine! Gold is but dross, and gems but toys, Should gold and gems compare; How mean, when sent against those joys Thy poorest servants share! Yet all these treasures of Thy grace Are lodged in urns of clay; And the weak sons of mortal race The immortal gifts convey. Feebly they lisp Thy glories forth, Yet grace the victory gives; Quickly they molder back to earth, Yet still Thy Gospel lives. Such wonders power divine effects; Such trophies God can raise; His hand, from crumbling dust, erects His monuments of praise.

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2 Corinthians 5:1

• [2Co 5:1] There Is A House Not Made With Hands

  There is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high; And here my spirit waiting stands, Till God shall bid it fly. Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolved and fall; Then, O my soul! with joy obey Thy heav’nly Father’s call. ’Tis He, by His almighty grace, That forms Thee fit for Heav’n; And, as an earnest of the place, Has His own Spirit giv’n. We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith lives upon His Word; But while the body is our home, We’re absent from the Lord. ’Tis pleasant to believe Thy grace, But we had rather see; We would be absent from the flesh And present, Lord, with Thee.

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2 Corinthians 13:11

• [2Co 13:11] Father Of Peace, And God Of Love

  Father of peace, and God of love, We own Thy pow’r to save, That pow’r by which our Shepherd rose Victorious o’er the grave. Him from the dead Thou brought’st again, When by His sacred blood, Confirmed and sealed forevermore Th’eternal cov’nant stood. O may Thy Spirit seal our souls, And mold them to Thy will, That our weak hearts no more may stray, But keep Thy cov’nant still. That all we think and all we do Be pleasing in Thy sight, Through Jesus Christ, to Whom be praise In endless glory bright.

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  source: Cyberhymnal