John 1:23

• [Joh 1:23] Herald, In The Wilderness

  Herald, in the wilderness, Breaking up the road, Sinking mountains, raising plains, For the path of God; Prophet, to the multitudes Calling to repent, In the way of righteousness Unto Israel sent; Messenger, God’s chosen one Foremost to proclaim, Proffered titles passing by, Pointing to the Lamb. Captive, for the word of truth Boldly witnessing; Then in Herod’s dungeon cave, Faint and languishing; Martyr, sacrificed to sin At that feast of shame; As his life foreshowed the Lord, In his death the same— Holy Jesus, when He heard, Went apart to pray: Thus may we our lesson take From his saint today.

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• [Joh 1:23] On Jordan’s Bank The Baptist’s Cry

  On Jordan’s bank the Baptist’s cry Announces that the Lord is nigh; Come, then, and hearken, for he brings Glad tidings from the King of kings! Then cleansed be every breast from sin; Make straight the way for God within; Prepare we in our hearts a home, Where such a mighty Guest may come. For Thou art our Salvation, Lord, Our Refuge, and our great Reward. Without Thy grace our souls must fade And wither like a flower decayed. Stretch forth Thine hand, to heal our sore, And make us rise and fall no more; Once more upon Thy people shine, And fill the world with love divine. To Him Who left the throne of Heaven To save mankind, all praise be given; Like praise be to the Father done, And Holy Spirit, Three in One.

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• [Joh 1:23] There’s A Voice In The Wilderness Crying

  There’s a voice in the wilderness crying, A call from the ways untrod: Prepare in the desert a highway, A highway for our God! The valleys shall be exalted, The lofty hills brought low; Make straight all the crooked places, Where the Lord our God may go! O Zion, that bringest good tidings, Get thee up to the heights and sing! Proclaim to a desolate people The coming of their King. Like the flowers of the field they perish, The works of men decay, The power and pomp of nations Shall pass like a dream away. But the word of our God endureth, The arm of the Lord is strong; He stands in the midst of nations, And He will right the wrong. He shall feed His flock like a shepherd, And fold the lambs to His breast; In pastures of peace He’ll lead them, And give to the weary rest. There’s a voice in the wilderness crying, A call from the ways untrod: Prepare in the desert a highway, A highway for our God! The valleys shall be exalted, The lofty hills brought low; Make straight all the crooked places, Where the Lord our God may go!

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John 3:12-13

• [Joh 3:13] We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steeps

  We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For Him no depths can drown. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He; And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of the seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch Him in life’s throng and press, And we are whole again. Through Him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with His Name. O Lord and Master of us all, Whate’er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine!

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John 4:22-23

• [Joh 4:23] O Thou To Whom, In Ancient Time

  O Thou, to Whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrews bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue. Not now in Zion’s height alone The favored worshiper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son Sat weary by the patriarch’s well. From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. O Thou to Whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee at last in every clime, Shall temples rise and praise be sung.

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• [Joh 4:23] Thou Son Of God, Whose Flaming Eyes

  Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept the grateful sacrifice Which now to Thee we give. We bow before Thy gracious throne, And think ourselves sincere; But show us, Lord, is everyone Thy real worshiper? Is here a soul who knows Thee not, Nor feels his need of Thee; A stranger to the blood which bought His pardon on the tree? Convince him now of unbelief, His desperate state explain; And his fill his heart with sacred grief, And penitential pain. Speak with that voice that wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper rise, And bid his guilty conscience dread The death that never dies. Extort the cry, “What must be done To save a wretch like me? How shall a trembling sinner shun That endless misery? “I must this instant now begin, Out of my sleep to wake, And turn to God, and every sin Continually forsake. “I must for faith incessant cry, And wrestle, Lord, with Thee; I must be born again, or die To all eternity.”

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John 6:39

• [Joh 6:39] He Will Hold Me Fast

  When I fear my faith will fail, Christ will hold me fast; When the tempter would prevail, He can hold me fast. Refrain He will hold me fast, He will hold me fast; For my Savior loves me so, He will hold me fast. I could never keep my hold, He will hold me fast; For my love is often cold, He must hold me fast. Refrain I am precious in His sight, He will hold me fast; Those He saves are His delight. He will hold me fast. Refrain He’ll not let my soul be lost, Christ will hold me fast; Bought by Him at such a cost, He will hold me fast. Refrain

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