2 Corinthians 5:13-15

• [2Co 5:14] In The Lord’s Atoning Grief

  In the Lord’s atoning grief Be our rest and sweet relief; Store we deep in heart’s recess All the shame and bitterness. Thorns, and cross, and nails, and lance, Wounds, our treasure that enhance, Vinegar, and gall, and reed, And the pang His soul that freed. May these all our spirits sate, And with love inebriate; In our souls plant virtue’s root, And mature its glorious fruit. Crucified! we Thee adore, Thee with all our hearts implore; Us with saintly hands unite In the realms of heavenly light. Christ, by coward hands betrayed, Christ, for us a Captive made, Christ, upon the bitter tree Slain for man, be praise to Thee.

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• [2Co 5:15] O The Bitter Shame And Sorrow

  O the bitter shame and sorrow, That a time could ever be, When I let the Savior’s pity Plead in vain, and proudly answered, “All of self, and none of Thee!” Yet He found me; I beheld Him Bleeding on th’accursèd tree, Heard Him pray, “Forgive them, Father!” And my wistful heart said faintly, “Some of self, and some of Thee!” Day by day His tender mercy, Healing, helping, full and free, Sweet and strong, and ah! so patient, Brought me lower, while I whispered, “Less of self, and more of Thee!” Higher than the highest heavens, Deeper than the deepest sea, Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered: Grant me now my supplication, “None of self, and all of Thee!”

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• [2Co 5:15] Servant Of God, Remember

  Servant of God, remember The stream thy soul bedewing, The grace that came upon thee Anointing and renewing. When kindly slumber calls thee, Upon thy bed reclining, Trace thou the cross of Jesus, Thy heart and forehead signing. The cross dissolves the darkness, And drives away temptation; It calms the wavering spirit By quiet consecration. Begone, begone, the terrors Of vague and formless dreaming; Begone, thou fell deceiver, With all thy boasted scheming. Begone, thou crooked serpent, Who, twisting and pursuing, By fraud and lie preparest The simple soul’s undoing. Tremble, for Christ is near us, Depart, for here He dwelleth, And this, the sign thou knowest, Thy strong battalions quelleth. Then while the weary body Its rest in sleep is nearing, The heart will muse in silence On Christ and His appearing. To God, eternal Father, To Christ, our King, be glory, And to the Holy Spirit, In never ending story.

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  source: Cyberhymnal