John 16:17

• [Joh 16:17] Little While, A

  Oh, for the peace that floweth as a river, Making life’s desert places bloom and smile; Oh, for the faith to grasp “Heav’n’s bright forever,” Amid the shadows of earth’s “little while.” “A little while” for patient vigil keeping, To face the storm and wrestle with the strong; “A little while” to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song. “A little while” the earthen pitcher taking, To wayside brooks, from far off fountains fed; Then the parched lip its thirst forever slaking Beside the fullness of the Fountainhead. “A little while” to keep the oil from failing, “A little while” faith’s flick’ring lamp to trim; And then the Bridegroom’s coming footsteps hailing, We’ll haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn.

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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