John 12:3

• [Joh 12:3] Lord, When In Simon’s House Of Yore

  Lord, when in Simon’s house of yore, Thou with Thy friends didst sit at meat, Mary the precious spikenard bore, And poured it at Thy sacred feet. Like incense sweet, the perfume rare, Rose through the house, and sought the skies; And Thou didst own with blessing there A woman’s loving sacrifice. So unto Thee, O Lord, this day, A year of labor here we bring; So at Thy feet the gift we lay; Accept, O Lord, the offering.

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• [Joh 12:3] Master, No Offering Costly And Sweet

  Master, no offering costly and sweet, May we, like Magdalene, lay at Thy feet; Yet may love’s incense rise, sweeter than sacrifice, Dear Lord to Thee, dear Lord to Thee. Daily our lives would show weakness made strong, Toilsome and gloomy ways brightened by song; Some deeds of kindness done, some souls by patience won, Dear Lord to Thee, dear Lord to Thee. Some word of hope for hearts burdened with fears, Some balm of peace for eyes blinded with tears, Some dews of mercy shed, some wayward footsteps led, Dear Lord to Thee, dear Lord to Thee. Thus, in Thy service, Lord, till eventide Closes the day of life may we abide; And when earth’s labors cease, bid us depart in peace, Dear Lord to Thee, dear Lord to Thee.

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John 20:15

• [Joh 20:15] In The Garden

  I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God discloses. Refrain And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. He speaks, and the sound of His voice, Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. Refrain I’d stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling. Refrain

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• [Joh 20:15] Morning Red

  Morning red, morning red, Now the shadows all are fled; Now the Sabbath’s cloudless glory, Tells anew the wondrous story, Christ is risen from the dead. All around, all around, Solemn silence reigned profound; When, with blaze and sudden thunder, Angels burst the tomb asunder, And the Savior was unbound. Forth He came! Forth He came! Robed in white, celestial flame! Mary, at the empty prison, Knew not her Redeemer risen Till He called her by her name. Morning red! Morning red! Christ is risen from the dead! Still He walketh in the garden, Speaking words of love and pardon. Though the crown is on His head.

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  source: Cyberhymnal