Hebrews 4:15

• [Heb 4:15] There Is No Sorrow, Lord, Too Light

  There is no sorrow, Lord, too light To bring in prayer to Thee; There is no anxious care too slight To wake Thy sympathy. Thou, who hast trod the thorny road, Wilt share each small distress; The love, which bore the greater load, Will not refuse the less. There is no secret sigh we breathe, But meets Thine ear divine; And every cross grows light beneath The shadow, Lord, of Thine. Life’s ills without, sin’s strife within, The heart would overflow, But for that love which died for sin, That love which wept with woe.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Heb 4:15] Wonders Of Redeeming Love, The

  The wonders of redeeming love Our highest thoughts exceed; The Son of God comes from above For sinful man to bleed. He gives Himself, His life, His all, A sinless sacrifice, For man He drains the cup of gall, For man the Victim dies. And now before His Father’s face His precious blood He pleads; For those who seek the throne of grace, His love still intercedes. He knows the frailties of our frame, For He has borne our grief; Our great High Priest once felt the same, And He can send relief. His love will not be satisfied, Till He in glory sees The faithful ones for whom He died From sin forever free.

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  source: Cyberhymnal