Hebrews 4:3

• [Heb 4:3] Jesus, Son Of Mary, Fount Of Life Alone

  Jesus, Son of Mary, Fount of life alone, Here we hail Thee present on Thine altar throne. Humbly we adore Thee, Lord of endless might, In the mystic symbols veiled from earthly sight. Think, O Lord, in mercy on the souls of those Who, in faith gone from us, now in death repose. Here ’mid stress and conflict toils can never cease; There, the warfare ended, bid them rest in peace. Often were they wounded in the deadly strife; Heal them, Good Physician, with the balm of life. Every taint of evil, frailty and decay, Good and gracious Savior, cleanse and purge away.

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• [Heb 4:3] My Faith Has Found A Resting Place

  My faith has found a resting place, Not in device or creed; I trust the ever living One, His wounds for me shall plead. Refrain I need no other argument, I need no other plea, It is enough that Jesus died, And that He died for me. Enough for me that Jesus saves, This ends my fear and doubt; A sinful soul I come to Him, He’ll never cast me out. Refrain My heart is leaning on the Word, The living Word of God, Salvation by my Savior’s Name, Salvation through His blood. Refrain My great Physician heals the sick, The lost He came to save; For me His precious blood He shed, For me His life He gave. Refrain

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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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• [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