John 5:6

• [Joh 5:6] Soul Of Jesus, Make Me Whole

  Soul of Jesus, make me whole, Meek and contrite make my soul; Thou most stainless Soul divine, Cleanse this sordid soul of mine, Hallow this my contrite heart, Purify my every part; Soul of Jesus, hallow me, Miserere Domine. Save me, body of my Lord, Save a sinner, vile, abhorred; Sacred body, wan and worn, Bruised and mangled, scourged and torn, Piercèd hands and feet and side, Rent, insulted, crucified: Save me: to the cross I flee, Miserere Domine. Blood of Jesus, stream of life, Sacred stream with blessings rife, From the broken body shed On the cross, that altar dread; Giv’n to be our drink divine, Fill my heart and make it thine; Blood of Christ, my succor be, Miserere Domine. Holy water, stream that poured From Thy riven side, O Lord, Wash thou me without, within, Cleanse me from the taint of sin, Till my soul is clean and white, Bathed and purified and bright As a ransomed soul should be, Miserere Domine. Jesus, by the wondrous power Of Thine awful passion hour, By the unimagined woe Mortal man may never know; By the curse upon Thee laid, By the ransom Thou hast paid, By Thy passion comfort me, Miserere Domine. Jesus, by Thy bitter death, By Thy last expiring breath, Give me the eternal life, Purchased by that mortal strife; Thou didst suffer death that I Might not die eternally; By Thy dying quicken me, Miserere Domine. Miserere, let me be Never parted, Lord, from Thee; Guard me from my ruthless foe, Save me from eternal woe; When the hour of death is near, And my spirit faints for fear, Call me with Thy voice of love, Place me near to Thee above, With Thine angel host to raise An undying song of praise, Miserere Domine.

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• [Joh 5:6] Wilt Thou Be Made Whole?

  Hear the footsteps of Jesus, He is now passing by, Bearing balm for the wounded, Healing all who apply; As He spake to the suff’rer Who lay at the pool, He is saying this moment, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Wilt thou be made whole? Wilt thou be made whole? O come, weary suff’rer, O come, sin-sick soul; See the life-stream is flowing, See the cleansing waves roll, Step into the current and thou shalt be whole. ’Tis the voice of that Savior, Whose merciful call Freely offers salvation To one and to all; He is now beck’ning to Him Each sin-tainted soul, And lovingly asking, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Are you halting and struggling, Overpowr’d by your sin, While the waters are troubled Can you not enter in? Lo, the Savior stands waiting To strengthen your soul; He is earnestly pleading, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Blessčd Savior, assist us To rest on Thy Word; Let the soul healing power On us now be outpoured; Wash away every sin-spot, Take perfect control, Say to each trusting spirit, “Thy faith makes thee whole.” Refrain

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John 20:1

• [Joh 20:1] Mary To Her Savior’s Tomb

  Mary to her Savior’s tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord, the Loved, was gone. For awhile she weeping stood, Struck with sorrow and surprise; Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart supplied her eyes. Jesus, who is always near, Though too often unperceived Came, His drooping child to cheer, And inquired, Why she grieved? Though at first she knew Him not, When He called her by her name, Then her griefs were all forgot, For she found He was the same. Grief and sighing quickly fled When she heard His welcome voice; Just before she thought Him dead, Now He bids her heart rejoice: What a change His Word can make, Turning darkness into day! You who weep for Jesus’ sake; He will wipe your tears away. He Who came to comfort her, When she thought her all was lost; Will for your relief appear, Though you now are tempest-tossed: On His Word your burden cast, On His love your thoughts employ; Weeping for awhile may last, But the morning brings the joy.

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John 21:15

• [Joh 21:15] My God, I Love Thee

  My God, I love Thee; not because I hope for Heav’n thereby, Nor yet because who love Thee not May eternally die. Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace. And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony; E’en death itself; and all for man Who was Thine enemy. Then why, O blessèd Jesus Christ Should I not love Thee well? Not for the hope of winning Heaven, Nor of escaping hell. Not with the hope of gaining aught, Nor seeking a reward, But as Thyself hast lovèd me, O everlasting Lord! E’en so I love Thee, and will love, And in Thy praise will sing, Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King.

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• [Joh 21:15] O God, I Love Thee

  O God, I love Thee; not that my poor love May win me entrance to Thy Heaven above, Nor yet that strangers to Thy love must know The bitterness of everlasting woe. But, Jesus, Thou art mine, and I am Thine; Clasped to Thy bosom by Thy arms divine, Who on the cruel cross for me hast borne The nails, the spear, and man’s unpitying scorn. No thought can fathom and no tongue express Thy griefs, Thy toils, Thy anguish measureless, Thy death, O Lamb of God the undefiled; And all for me, Thy wayward sinful child. How can I choose but love Thee, God’s dear Son, O Jesus, loveliest, and most loving One! Were there no Heaven to gain, no Hell to flee, For what Thou art alone I must love Thee. Not for the hope of glory or reward, But even as Thyself hast loved me, Lord, I love Thee, and will love Thee and adore, Who art my King, my God, for evermore.

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• [Joh 21:15] O Jesus, Jesus

  O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! Forgive me if I say, For very love, Thy sacred Name A thousand times a day. Refrain O Jesus, Lord, with me abide; I rest in Thee, whate’er betide; Thy gracious smile is my reward; I love, I love Thee, Lord! I love Thee so I know not how My transports to control; Thy love is like a burning fire Within my very soul. Refrain Burn, burn, O love, within my heart, Burn fiercely night and day, Till all the dross of earthly loves Is burned, and burned away. Refrain O light in darkness, joy in grief, O heav’n begun on earth; Jesus, my Love, my Treasure, who Can tell what Thou art worth? Refrain What limit is there to this love? Thy flight, where wilt Thou stay? On, on! our Lord is sweeter far Today than yesterday. Refrain

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• [Joh 21:15] She Loved Her Savior

  She loved her Savior, and to Him Her costliest present brought; To crown His head, or grace His Name, No gift too rare she thought. And though the prudent worldling frowned, And thought the poor bereft; Christ’s humble friend sweet comfort found, For He approved the gift. The poor are always with us here, ’Tis our great Father’s plan That mutual wants and mutual care May bind us man to man. So let the Savior be adored, And not the poor despised, Give to the hungry from your hoard, But all, give all to Christ. Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind, Give to the weary rest; For sorrow’s children comfort find, And help for all distressed. But give to Christ alone Thy heart, Thy faith, Thy love supreme, Then for His sake Thine alms impart, And so give all to Him.

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