2 Timothy 1:8-10

• [2Ti 1:9] Calling For You

  Oh, come to the Savior, His arms are extended, Oh, come to the Savior so loving and true; Behold, He is calling in tender compassion, O brother, the Savior is calling for you. Refrain Calling for you, calling for you, Brother, the Savior is calling for you, Calling, calling, Brother, the Savior is calling for you. Oh, come to the Savior, for why will you wander? This world and its pleasures no longer pursue; Again He is calling: how can you reject Him? O brother, the Savior is calling for you. Refrain Away to the fountain, the life giving fountain, Its soul cheering waters your strength will renew; Then come while the day beams of mercy are shining, O brother, the Savior is calling for you. Refrain Away, for the shadows of night are approaching, Then lose not His blessings that fall like the dew; Still, still He is waiting and tenderly calling, O brother, the Savior is calling for you. Refrain

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2 Timothy 4:8

• [2Ti 4:8] I Love His Appearing

  There was One came to die in the sinner’s stead, Who the fullness of grace brought to view; He is coming again, Judge of quick and dead, And I love His appearing, don’t you? Refrain I love His appearing, I do, (don’t you?) The glad day is nearing, ’tis true; He will take us on high Where the saints cannot die; I love His appearing, don’t you? Then the children of light who in Jesus sleep, Will awake, by His word formed anew; O this hope in my heart groweth strong and deep, And I long to be like Him, don’t you? Refrain All creation has groaned in the thralls of pain, While the faithful, the valiant and true; Cry, “O merciful Christ! take Thy pow’r and reign,” For they look for His kingdom, don’t you? Refrain Then the heavens shall melt at their Maker’s voice, And the earth shall be fashioned anew; At the glorious tho’t how the saints rejoice! For they know He is coming, don’t you? Refrain

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• [2Ti 4:8] When Thou, My Righteous Judge, Shall Come

  When Thou, my righteous Judge shall come To take Thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at Thy right hand? I love to meet Thy people now, Before Thy gracious feet to bow, Though vilest of them all: But can I bear the piercing thought? What if my name should be left out, When Thou for them shalt call? O Lord, prevent it by Thy grace; Be Thou my only hiding place, In this, th’accepted day; Thy pardoning voice oh let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. Among Thy saints let me be found Whene’er th’archangel’s trump shall sound, To see Thy smiling face; Then loudest of the crowd I’ll sing, While heaven’s resounding mansions ring, With shouts of sovereign grace.

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