Acts 12:7

• [Act 12:7] And Can It Be That I Should Gain?

  And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Savior’s blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain— For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? ’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies: Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; Let angel minds inquire no more. He left His Father’s throne above So free, so infinite His grace— Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam’s helpless race: ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me! ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me! Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray— I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiven; Still the atoning blood is near, That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart. No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Bold I approach th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Acts 14:3

• [Act 14:3] Book Of Grace And Book Of Glory

  Book of grace and book of glory, Gift of God to age and youth, Wondrous is thy sacred story, Bright, bright with truth; Wondrous is thy sacred story, Bright, bright with truth. Book of love in accents tender, Speaking unto such as we; May it lead us, Lord, to render All, all to Thee; May it lead us, Lord, to render All, all to Thee. Book of hope! the spirit, sighing, Sweetest comfort finds in thee, As it hears the Savior crying, “Come, come to Me!” As it hears the Savior crying, “Come, come to Me!” Book of life! when we reposing, Bid farewell to friends we love, Give us, for the life then closing, Life, life above; Give us, for the life then closing, Life, life above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal