John 11:28

• [Joh 11:28] Master Hath Come, The

  The Master hath come, and He calls us to follow The track of the footprints He leaves on our way; Far over the mountain and through the deep hollow, The path leads us on to the mansions of day: The Master hath called us, the children who fear Him, Who march ’neath Christ’s banner, His own little band; We love Him and seek Him, we long to be near Him, And rest in the light of His beautiful land. The Master hath called us; the road may be dreary And dangers and sorrows are strewn on the track; But God’s Holy Spirit shall comfort the weary; We follow the Savior and cannot turn back; The Master hath called us, though doubt and temptation May compass our journey, we cheerfully sing: “Press onward, look upward,” through much tribulation; The children of Zion must follow the King. The Master hath called us, in life’s early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God: The Master hath called us, His sons and His daughters, We plead for His blessing and trust in His love; And through the green pastures, beside the still waters, He’ll lead us at last to His kingdom above.

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• [Joh 11:28] We Have A Message

  We have a message, a message from Jesus, And time now is speeding, the moments are few; The Master is come, O make haste to receive Him, For sinners He waits; He is calling for you! Refrain For you He is calling, for you He is calling, Yes, Jesus is calling, is calling for you. We have a message, a message from Jesus, A message of hope to the weary of heart; The love of my Savior, there’s nothing so precious, The friendship of Jesus will never depart. Refrain We have a message, a message from Jesus, A message of love to the poor drunkard’s soul; The love of my Jesus will snap all his fetters, The blood of my Savior makes perfectly whole. Refrain We have a message, a message from Jesus, O do not reject Him and forfeit your soul! The Savior invites you just now to receive Him, And in His great love to be made fully whole. Refrain

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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