Acts 4:13

• [Act 4:13] O Christ, Our God

  O Christ, our God, who with Thine own hast been, Our spirits cleave to Thee, the Friend unseen. Vouchsafe that all who on Thy bounty feed May heed Thy love, and prize Thy gifts indeed. Make every heart that is Thy dwelling place A watered garden filled with fruits of grace. Each holy purpose help us to fulfill; Increase our faith to feed upon Thee still. Illuminate our minds, that we may see In all around us holy signs of Thee. And may such witness in our lives appear, That all may know Thou hast been with us here. O grant us peace, that by Thy peace possessed, Thy life within us we may manifest. So shall we pass our days in holy fear, In joyful consciousness that Thou art near. So shalt Thou be for ever, loving Lord, Our Shield and our exceeding great Reward.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Acts 16:34

• [Act 16:34] O Happy Home

  O happy home, where Thou art loved the dearest, Thou loving Friend and Savior of our race, And where among the guests there never cometh One who can hold such high and honored place! O happy home, where two in heart united In holy faith and blessèd hope are one, Whom death a little while alone divideth, And cannot end the union here begun! O happy home, whose little ones are given Early to Thee, in humble faith and prayer, To Thee, their Friend, who from the heights of Heaven Guides them, and guards with more than mother’s care! O happy home, where each one serves Thee, lowly, Whatever his appointed work may be, Till every common task seems great and holy, When it is done, O Lord, as unto Thee! O happy home, where Thou art not forgotten, Where joy is overflowing, full and free, O happy home, where every wounded spirit Is brought, Physician, Comforter, to Thee— Until at last, when earth’s day’s work is ended, All meet Thee in the blessèd home above, From whence Thou camest, where Thou hast ascended, Thy everlasting home of peace and love!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Acts 26:14

• [Act 26:14] I Hear A Voice That Comes From Far

  I hear a voice that comes from far; From Calvary it sounds abroad; It soothes my soul, and calms my fear; It speaks of pardon bought with blood. And is it true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die, Than turn an ear to mercy’s voice! Alas for those! The day is near, When mercy will be heard no more; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not hear before. With such, I own, I once appeared, But now I know how great their loss; For sweeter sounds were never heard Than mercy utters from the cross. But let me not forget to own, That if I differ aught from those, ’Tis due to sovereign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes.

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  source: Cyberhymnal