John 4:23-24

• [Joh 4:23] O Thou To Whom, In Ancient Time

  O Thou, to Whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrews bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue. Not now in Zion’s height alone The favored worshiper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son Sat weary by the patriarch’s well. From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. O Thou to Whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee at last in every clime, Shall temples rise and praise be sung.

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• [Joh 4:23] Thou Son Of God, Whose Flaming Eyes

  Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept the grateful sacrifice Which now to Thee we give. We bow before Thy gracious throne, And think ourselves sincere; But show us, Lord, is everyone Thy real worshiper? Is here a soul who knows Thee not, Nor feels his need of Thee; A stranger to the blood which bought His pardon on the tree? Convince him now of unbelief, His desperate state explain; And his fill his heart with sacred grief, And penitential pain. Speak with that voice that wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper rise, And bid his guilty conscience dread The death that never dies. Extort the cry, “What must be done To save a wretch like me? How shall a trembling sinner shun That endless misery? “I must this instant now begin, Out of my sleep to wake, And turn to God, and every sin Continually forsake. “I must for faith incessant cry, And wrestle, Lord, with Thee; I must be born again, or die To all eternity.”

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• [Joh 4:24] Behold Us, Lord, A Little Space

  Behold us, Lord, a little space From daily tasks set free, And met within Thy holy place To rest awhile with Thee. Around us rolls the ceaseless tide Of business, toil, and care; And scarcely can we turn aside For one brief hour of prayer. Yet these are not the only walls Wherein Thou may’st be sought: On homeliest work Thy blessing falls In truth and patience wrought. Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart, The wealth of land and sea, The worlds of science and of art, Revealed and ruled by Thee. Then let us prove our heavenly birth In all we do and know; And claim the kingdom of the earth, For Thee, and not Thy foe. Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought As Thou would have it done; And prayer, by Thee inspired and taught, Itself with work be one.

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• [Joh 4:24] God The Spirit, We Adore Thee

  God the Spirit, we adore Thee, In the trinal Godhead One, One in love and power and glory With the Father and the Son; Prayer and praise to Thee we bring, Our devotion’s offering. Once the desolate world-ocean Quickened from its long death-sleep, Woke to light and life’s emotion At Thy brooding o’er its deep; Spirit, ever may Thy breath Quicken us from sleep and death! Holy Fount of inspiration, By Whose gift the great of old Spake the Word of revelation, Marvelous and manifold, Grant to us who see and hear Reverence of eye and ear. Priceless Gift of Christ for ever, Righteousness and peace and joy, Which the evil world, that never Can receive, cannot destroy, Shall the Church or faint or fear While the Comforter is near? Author of our new creation, Giver of the second birth, May Thy ceaseless renovation Cleanse our souls from stains of earth, And our bodies ever be Holy temples meet for Thee. When we wander, Lord, direct us, Keep us in the Master’s way, Let Thy strong, swift sword protect us, Warring in the evil day; Paraclete for every need, Come to strengthen and to lead! Come, Thy glorious gifts providing, Foretaste of the future now, Bring that sweet sense of abiding Thou canst give and only Thou, One in Thee, we shall be one In the Father and the Son. Amen.

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• [Joh 4:24] Holy Spirit, Truth Divine

  Holy Spirit, Truth divine, Dawn upon this soul of mine; Word of God and inward light Wake my spirit, clear my sight. Holy Spirit, Love divine, Glow within this heart of mine; Kindle every high desire; Perish self in Thy pure fire. Holy Spirit, Power divine Fill and nerve this will of mine; Grant that I may strongly live, Bravely bear, and nobly strive. Holy Spirit, Right divine, King within my conscience reign; Be my Lord, and I shall be Firmly bound, forever free. Holy Spirit, Peace divine, Still this restless heart of mine; Speak to calm this tossing sea, Stayed in Thy tranquility. Holy Spirit, Joy divine, Gladden Thou this heart of mine; In the desert ways I sing, “Spring, O Well, forever spring.” Now incline me to repent, Let me now my sins lament, Now my foul revolt deplore, Weep, believe, and sin no more.

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• [Joh 4:24] Lord Of Spirits, I Surrender

  Lord of spirits, I surrender For Thy use Thy gifts to me: O but show Thy mercy tender When my song no more shall be; More and more my heart’s aflutter With the thoughts I may not utter, While life’s riddle great I ponder. Let my laurels in oblivion Turn to dust, I shall rejoice If my soul, renewed, is given There to sing with sacred voice, If, in accents pure and glorious, I may join the hymn victorious At Thy throne to harps of Heaven.

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