Mark 1:32

• [Mar 1:32] At Even, Ere The Sun Was Set

  At even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; O, with how many pains they met! O, with what joy they went away! Once more ’tis eventide, and we, Oppressed with various ills, draw near; What if Thyself we cannot see? We know that Thou art ever near. O Savior Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick, and some are sad; And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had. And some are pressed with worldly care And some are tried with sinful doubt; And some such grievous passions tear, That only Thou canst cast them out. And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee. And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would serve Thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. O Savior Christ, Thou too art man; Thou has been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. Thy touch has still its ancient power. No word from Thee can fruitless fall; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all.

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• [Mar 1:32] Savior, Who Didst Healing Give

  Savior, who didst healing give, Still in power go before us; Thou through death didst bid men live, Unto fuller life restore us; Strength from Thee the fainting found, Deaf men heard, the blind went seeing; At Thy touch was banished sickness, And the leper felt new being. Thou didst work Thy deeds of old Through the loving hands of others; Still Thy mercies manifold Bless men by the hands of brothers; Angels still before Thy face Go, sweet health to brothers bringing; Still, hearts glow to tell His praises With Whose Name the Church is ringing. Loved physician! for his word Lo, the Gospel page burns brighter, Mission servant of the Lord, Painter true, and perfect writer; Savior, of Thy bounty send Such as Luke of Gospel story, Friends to all in body’s prison Till the sufferers see Thy glory.

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• [Mar 1:32] Thine Arm, O Lord, In Days Of Old

  Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old, was strong to heal and save; It triumphed o’er disease and death, o’er darkness and the grave. To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, the palsied and the lame, The leper with his tainted life, the sick with fevered frame. And lo! Thy touch brought life and health, gave speech, and strength and sight; And youth renewed and fear relieved owned Thee, the Lord of light; And now, O Lord, be near to bless, Almighty as of yore, In crowded street, by restless couch, as by Gennesaret’s shore. Be Thou our great Deliverer still, Thou Lord of life and death; Restore and quicken, soothe and bless, with Thine almighty breath. To hands that work and eyes that see, give wisdom’s heavenly lore, That whole and sick, and weak and strong, may praise Thee evermore.

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Mark 11:1

• [Mar 11:1] From Bethany, The Master

  From Bethany, the Master Comes down Mt. Olive’s slope, And all the world is singing, A glad new song of hope; Cry out, O stately cedars, Along the rugged way! Ye vineyards, shout hosanna, To greet this happy day! The King of Love, in triumph Rides through the city’s gate; Rejected, scorned—yet Victor, The Conqueror of hate; O wave your green palm branches! Exalt His matchless worth! This King of Love shall conquer The nations of the earth. Not of this world His kingdom; His power is from above; His realm is of the spirit, His scepter—Truth and Love; He calls us to His service, His banner is unfurled; With Thee we march, O Master, To overcome the world.

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Mark 11:7-8

• [Mar 11:8] Triumphal Entry

  See from Bethany advancing Joyful throngs by Jesus led; Loud hosannas rend the heavens, Garments rich His pathway spread; Shout, ye saints! your triumph sing! Blessèd is the coming King! Now the sacred gates are lifted, Zion’s King is passing through. All the glory of the city And the temple rise to view; Zion, shout, your Savior own, David’s Son, on David’s throne! King of peace, Jehovah’s chosen! King with highest glory crowned! Honored by the hosts of Heaven, By the earthly Zion owned. Take Thy scepter, rule the throng Praising Thee with hallowed song! Sad, ah, sad the changeful morrow, Bitter scorn for ardent praise; They who’d build a throne of glory, Now a cruel cross upraise. Yet, O Zion, triumph sing! Christ betrayed is Savior, King!

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Mark 14:32

• [Mar 14:32] Beautiful Garden Of Prayer, The

  There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, There’s a place that is wondrously fair, For it glows with the light of His presence. ’Tis the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer! Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer! There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates To the beautiful garden of prayer. There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, And I go with my burden and care, Just to learn from His lips words of comfort In the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, And He bids you to come, meet Him there; Just to bow and receive a new blessing In the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain

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• [Mar 14:32] Gethsemane

  My Jesus, I would ne’er forget, That hour I spent with Thee; When there I saw Thy bloody sweat In dark Gethsemane. Refrain I’ll ne’er forget, I’ll ne’er forget, I’ll ne’er forgetful be, When there I saw Thy bloody sweat In dark Gethsemane. ’Twas in that olive grove I felt That Thou hadst died for me; Alas, how great I saw my guilt While in Gethsemane. Refrain I thought of how Thy heart did throb, While “all” Thine own did flee, And left Thee with the cruel mob, In sad Gethsemane. Refrain ’Twas there I felt my grief and shame In oft forsaking Thee, How precious was Thy very Name In dear Gethsemane. Refrain Should e’er our love to Thee grow cold, And we forgetful be, We’ll call to mind Thy love untold While in Gethsemane. Refrain

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• [Mar 14:32] Go To Dark Gethsemane

  Go to dark Gethsemane, ye that feel the tempter’s power; Your Redeemer’s conflict see, watch with Him one bitter hour, Turn not from His griefs away; learn of Jesus Christ to pray. See Him at the judgment hall, beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs His soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; learn of Christ to bear the cross. Calvary’s mournful mountain climb; there, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, God’s own sacrifice complete. “It is finished!” hear Him cry; learn of Jesus Christ to die. Early hasten to the tomb where they laid His breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom. Who has taken Him away? Christ is risen! He meets our eyes; Savior, teach us so to rise.

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• [Mar 14:32] In Gethsemane Alone

  Oh, what wondrous love I see, Freely shown for you and me, By the One Who did atone! Just to show His matchless grace, Jesus suffered for the race, In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain Oh, what love, matchless love, Oh, what love for me was shown! His forever I will be, For the love He gave to me, When He suffered all alone. “Tarry here,” He told the three, “Tarry here and watch for Me,” But they heard no bitter moan; For the three disciples slept While my loving Savior wept In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain Long in anguish deep was He, Weeping there for you and me, For our sin to Him was known; We should love Him evermore For the anguish that He bore In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain

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• [Mar 14:32] Into The Woods

  Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him. The little grey leaves were kind to Him, The thorn tree had a mind to Him, When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master came And he was well content; Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When death and shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last, ’Twas on a tree they slew Him—last When out of the woods He came.

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  source: Cyberhymnal