John 5:13

• [Joh 5:13] My Blessed Savior, Is Thy Love

  My blessèd Savior, is Thy Love So great, so full, so free? Behold, I give my love, my heart, My life, my all to Thee. I love Thee for the glorious worth In Thy great self I see: I love Thee for that shameful cross Thou hast endured for me. No man of greater love can boast Than for his friend to die: But for Thy enemies Thou wast slain: What love with Thine can vie! O Lord, I’ll cherish in my soul The memory of Thy love: And Thy dear Name shall still to me A priceless treasure prove.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

John 9:2-3

• [Joh 9:2] Christ A Blind Man Saw One Day

  Christ a blind man saw one day, as He went along his way. His disciples asked, “Who sinned, that he blind from birth has been?” Jesus said, “Sin’s not to blame, but God’s work will now be plain.” Then He spit upon the ground, made some mud, and put it on. “Go and wash,” He then did say, and the blind man did obey. He was blind no more; he now could see. All the people were confused when they heard about the news. They said, “Blind you’ve been for life. How then did you gain your sight?” He said, “Jesus—it was He. He made mud, I washed, now see.” Then the Pharisees complained, though the miracle was plain. “This man’s not from God,” they claimed, “for the Sabbath He’s profaned.” They were blind from sin; they could not see. The man’s parents then were called and were asked to recount all. They confessed he was their son, but knew not what Christ had done. They said, “Ask him; let him tell. He’s of age and can speak well.” So they summoned him once more. Said, “This Man’s a sinner sure.” He said, “Whether He has blame, I know not, but this is plain: Though I once was blind, I now can see!” Still the Pharisees did rail, asked him to repeat his tale. Said, “His foll’wer you’ve become, though we don’t know where He’s from.” He replied, “If not from God, this man could not do such good.” Then they drove him from that place. Jesus found him in disgrace. Said, “The Son of Man now speaks; you have seen Him; now believe.” He said, “I believe; Lord, I believe!” Jesus came to judge the earth and show sin for what it’s worth. As He gave the blind man sight, He can cleanse us by His might. But we must admit we’re blind, or His healing we’ll not find. If we claim that we can see, we will ever guilty be. But when we in Him believe, He will then our guilt relieve. We’ll be blind no more when we believe.

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John 19:5

• [Joh 19:5] O Sinner, Lift The Eye Of Faith

  O sinner, lift the eye of faith, To true repentance turning; Bethink thee of the curse of sin, Its awful guilt discerning; Upon the Crucified One look, And thou shalt read, as in a book, What well is worthy thy learning. Look on His head, that bleeding head, With crown of thorns surrounded; Look on His sacred hands and feet Which piercing nails have wounded; See every limb with scourges rent: On Him, the Just, the Innocent, What malice hath abounded! ’Tis not alone those limbs are racked, But friends, too, are forsaking; And, more than all, for thankless man That tender heart is aching; Oh, fearful was the pain and scorn, By Jesus, Son of Mary, borne, Their peace for sinners making. None ever knew such pain before, Such infinite affliction, None ever felt a grief like His In that dread crucifixion; For us He bare those bitter throes, For us those agonizing woes, In oft renewed infliction. O sinner, mark, and ponder well Sin’s awful condemnation; Think what a sacrifice it cost To purchase Thy salvation; Had Jesus never bled and died, Then what could thee and all betide But uttermost damnation? Lord, give us grace to flee from sin, And Satan’s wiles ensnaring, And from those everlasting flames For evil ones preparing. Jesu, we thank Thee, and entreat To rest forever at Thy feet, Thy heavenly glory sharing.

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• [Joh 19:5] Ye That Pass By, Behold The Man

  Ye that pass by, behold the Man, The Man of grief condemned for you; The Lamb of God for sinners slain Weeping to Calvary pursue. His sacred limbs, they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood— His sacred limbs exposed and bare, Or only covered with His blood. See there! His temples crowned with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide; His streaming feet transfixed and torn, The fountain gushing from His side. Thou dear, Thou suff’ring Son of God, How doth Thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us Thy precious blood, And melt us with Thy dying love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal