John 1:3

• [Joh 1:3] All That’s Good, And Great, And True

  All that’s good, and great, and true, All that is and is to be, Be it old or be it new, Comes, O Father, comes from Thee. Mercies dawn with every day, Newer, brighter than before; And the sun’s declining ray Layeth others up in store. Not a bird that doth not sing Sweetest praises to Thy Name; Not an insect on the wing But Thy wonders doth proclaim. Every blade and every tree All in happy concert ring, And in wondrous harmony Join in praises to their King. Fill us, then, with love divine; Grant that we, though toiling here, May in spirit, being Thine, See and hear Thee everywhere. May we all, with songs of praise, Whilst on earth Thy Name adore, Till with angel choirs we raise Songs of praise forevermore.

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• [Joh 1:3] God Of Creation, All-powerful

  God of creation, all-pow’rful, all-wise, Lord of the universe, rich with surprise, Maker, Sustainer, and Ruler of all, We are your children—you hear when we call. God of the ages, through time’s troubled years, You are the one in whom hist’ry coheres; Nations and empires your purpose fulfill, Moving in freedom, yet working your will. God of redemption, who wrought our rebirth, Called out your church from the ends of the earth, Still you are Savior, put darkness to flight; Overcome sin by salvation’s pure light. God of your people, your Word still stands fast; Do for us now as you’ve done in the past! Yours is the kingdom, your triumph we claim, Challenging evil in Jesus’ strong name. God of our now, all our trust is in you, Covenant God, ever faithful and true; Sov’reign Creator, Redeemer, and Lord, Now and forever your name be adored!

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• [Joh 1:3] Jesus Is God!

  Jesus is God! The solid earth, The ocean broad and bright, The countless stars like golden dust, That strew the sky at night, The wheeling storm, the dreadful fire, The pleasant wholesome air, The summer’s sun, the winter’s frost, His own creation were. Jesus is God! The glorious bands Of golden angels sing Songs of adoring praise to Him, Their Maker and their King. He was true God in Bethlehem’s crib, On Calvary’s cross true God, He Who in Heav’n eternal reigned, In time on earth abode. Jesus is God! Let sorrow come, And pain, and every ill, All are worthwhile, for all are means His glory to fulfill; Worthwhile a thousand years of woe To speak one little word, If by that “I believe” we own The Godhead of our Lord. Jesus is God! O! could I now But compass earth and sea, To teach and tell the single truth, How happy should I be! O! had I but an angel’s voice, I would proclaim so loud, Jesus, the good, the beautiful, Is everlasting God.

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• [Joh 1:3] O Give Thanks To Him Who Made

  O give thanks to Him Who made Morning light and evening shade; Source and Giver of all good, Nightly sleep and daily food; Quickener of our wearied powers, Guard of our unconscious hours. O give thanks to nature’s King, Who made every breathing thing; His, our warm and sentient frame, His, the mind’s immortal flame. O how close the ties that bind Spirits to the Eternal Mind! O give thanks with heart and lip, For we are His workmanship; And all creatures are His care: Not a bird that cleaves the air Falls unnoticed; but who can Speak the Father’s love to man? O give thanks to Him Who came In a mortal, suffering frame— Temple of the Deity— Came for rebel man to die; In the path Himself hath trod Leading back His saints to God.

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• [Joh 1:3] See The Gold Upon The Hills

  See the gold upon the hills, See the opal in the sky; Trembling dawn each valley fills, Christ’s own morning draweth nigh. His the kingdom, His the crown, His the ages yet to be; All the lands of fair renown, And the islands of the sea. All the hungers of the race, All the wounds from which men cry: All are met in Jesus’ grace; He doth heal and satisfy. None are strangers to His care, Royal gifts for all are free; All mankind His brethren are, And the world His Galilee. Victor He, when conquerors fail, King o’er all, when monarchs die; He shall through the earth prevail, Win the last long victory. His the gold upon the hills, His the light across the sea; His the purpose that fulfills, His the day that is to be.

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• [Joh 1:3] There’s Not A Tint That Paints The Rose

  There’s not a tint that paints the rose, Or decks the lily fair, Or streaks the humblest flower that blows, But God has placed it there. There’s not of grass a single blade, Or leaf of loveliest green, Where heav’nly skill is not displayed, And heav’nly wisdom seen. There’s not a star whose twinkling light Shines on the distant earth And cheers the silent gloom of night, But God has given it birth. There’s not a place on earth’s vast round In ocean deep, or air, Where skill and wisdom are not found, For God is everywhere. Around, beneath, below, above, As far as space extends, There He displays His boundless love, And power with mercy blends.

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John 3:13

• [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 5:2

• [Joh 5:2] Bethesda Is Open

  Bethesda is open, the angel has come, The Spirit is calling for thee; The waters are troubled, behold, there is room; Salvation through Jesus is free. Refrain Salvation is free, salvation is free, Salvation through Jesus is free; The waters are troubled, behold, there is room, Bethesda is open for thee. Come press to the waters while mercy is here, Accept of a cleansing complete; O, hear the entreaty, dismissing your fear; Lo, judgment and mercy now meet. Refrain The house of Bethesda for sinners was built, The pool is a fountain of love; The waters are troubled for canceling guilt, And still for our healing they move. Refrain

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• [Joh 5:2] Here At Bethesda’s Pool

  Here at Bethesda’s pool, the poor, The withered, halt, and blind; With waiting hearts expect a cure, And free admittance find. Here streams of wondrous virtue flow To heal a sin-sick soul; To wash the filthy white as snow, And make the wounded whole. The dumb break forth in songs of praise, The blind their sight receive; The cripple runs in wisdom’s ways, The dead revive, and live! Restrained to no one case, or time, These waters always move; Sinners, in every age and clime, Their vital influence prove. Yet numbers daily near them lie, Who meet with no relief; With life in view they pine and die In hopeless unbelief. ’Tis strange they should refuse to bathe, And yet frequent the pool; But none can even wish for faith, While love of sin bears rule. Satan their consciences has sealed, And stupefied their thought; For were they willing to be healed, The cure would soon be wrought. Do Thou, dear Savior, interpose, Their stubborn wills constrain; Or else to them the water flows, And grace is preached in vain.

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John 11:11

• [Joh 11:11] If Death My Friend And Me Divide

  If death my friend and me divide, Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide, Or frown my tears to see; Restrained from passionate excess, Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress For them that rest in Thee. I feel a strong immortal hope, Which bears my mournful spirit up Beneath its mountain load; Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my friend again Within the arms of God. Pass a few fleeting moments more And death the blessing shall restore Which death has snatched away; For me Thou wilt the summons send, And give me back my parted friend In that eternal day.

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