Mark 10:45

• [Mar 10:45] I Gave My Life For Thee

  I gave My life for thee, My precious blood I shed, That thou might ransomed be, and raised up from the dead I gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me? I gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me? My Father’s house of light, My glory circled throne I left for earthly night, for wanderings sad and lone; I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me? I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me? I suffered much for thee, more than thy tongue can tell, Of bitterest agony, to rescue thee from hell. I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me? I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me? And I have brought to thee, down from My home above, Salvation full and free, My pardon and My love; I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me? I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me? Thy life was given for me; Thy blood, O Lord, was shed, That I might ransomed be, and quickened from the dead. Thy life was given for me; what have I given for Thee? Thy life was given for me; what have I given for Thee? Long years were spent for me, in weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know. Long years were spent for me; have I spent one for Thee? Long years were spent for me; have I spent one for Thee? And Thou hast brought to me, down from Thy home above, Salvation full and free, Thy pardon and Thy love. Great gifts Thou broughtest me; what have I brought to Thee? Great gifts Thou broughtest me; what have I brought to Thee? O let my life be given, my years for Thee be spent, World fetters all be riven, and joy with suffering blent! Thou gavest Thyself for me; I give myself to Thee. Thou gavest Thyself for me; I give myself to Thee.

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• [Mar 10:45] I Saw One Hanging On A Tree

  I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood, Who fixed His languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood. Refrain O, can it be, upon a tree, The Savior died for me? My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled, To think He died for me! Sure, never to my latest breath, Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke. Refrain My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair, I saw my sins His blood had spilt, And helped to nail Him there. Refrain A second look He gave, which said, “I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou mayst live.” Refrain

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• [Mar 10:45] Jesus Came Down My Ransom To Be

  Jesus came down my ransom to be; O it was wonderful love! For out of the Father’s heart He came, To die me for me on a cross of shame, And from sin’s bondage to reclaim; O it was wonderful love! Refrain Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful love, Coming to me from Heaven above, Filling me, thrilling me through and through; O it was wonderful love! Clear to faith’s vision the cross reveals Beautiful actions of love; And all that by grace e’en I may be When saved, to serve Him eternally. He came, He died, for you and me; O it was wonderful love! Refrain His death’s a claim, His love has a plea; O it is wonderful love! Ungrateful was I to slight Thy call, But, Lord, now I come, before Thee fall, I give myself, I give up all, All for Thy wonderful love. Refrain

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• [Mar 10:45] Savior, Who Thy Life Didst Give

  Savior, who Thy life didst give That our souls might ransomed be, Rest we not till all the world Hears that love and turns to Thee. Help us that we falter not, Though the fields are white and wide, And the reapers, sorely pressed, Call for aid on every side. Guide us, that with swifter feet, We may speed us on our way, Leading darkened nations forth Into Thine eternal day. Sweet the service, blest the toil; Thine alone the glory be; O baptize our souls anew, Consecrate us all to Thee.

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Mark 13:7

• [Mar 13:7] O Lord Of Hosts, Who Didst Upraise

  O Lord of hosts, who didst upraise Strong captains to defend the right, In darker years and sterner days, And armèdst Israel for the fight; Thou madest Joshua true and strong, And David framed the battle song. And we must we battle yet? Must we, Who bear the tender Name divine, Still barter life for victory, Still glory in the crimson sign? The Crucified between us stands, And lifts on high His wounded hands. Lord, we are weak and willful yet, The fault is in our clouded eyes; But Thou, through anguish and regret, Dost make Thy faithless children wise; Through wrong, through hate, Thou dost approve The far off victories of love. And so, from out the heart of strife, Diviner echoes peal and thrill, The scorned delights, the lavished life, The pain that serves a nation’s will: Thy comfort stills the mourner’s cries, And love is crowned by sacrifice. As rains that weep the clouds away, As winds that leave a calm in heaven, So let the slayer cease to slay; The passion healed, the wrath forgiven, Draw nearer, bid the tumult cease, Redeemer, Savior, Prince of Peace!

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  source: Cyberhymnal