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 10:16

• [Mar 10:16] Christ, Who Once Among Us

  Christ, who once among us as a child did dwell, Is the children’s Savior, and He loves us well; If we keep our promise made Him at the font, He will be our Shepherd, and we shall not want. There it was they laid us in those tender arms, Where the lambs are carried safe from all alarms; If we trust His promise, He will let us rest In His arms forever, leaning on His breast. Though we may not see Him for a little while, We shall know He holds us, often feel His smile; Death will be to slumber, in that sweet embrace, And we shall awaken to behold His face. He will be our Shepherd after as before, By still heavenly waters lead us evermore, Make us lie in pastures beautiful and green, Where none thirst or hunger, And no tears are seen. Jesus, our good Shepherd, laying down Thy life, Lest Thy sheep should perish in the cruel strife, Help us to remember all Thy love and care, Trust in Thee, and love Thee Always, everywhere.

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• [Mar 10:16] Safe In The Arms Of Jesus

  Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His gentle breast, There by His love o’ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! ’tis the voice of angels, borne in a song to me. Over the fields of glory, over the jasper sea. Refrain Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His gentle breast There by His love o’ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest. Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe from corroding care, Safe from the world’s temptations, sin cannot harm me there. Free from the blight of sorrow, free from my doubts and fears; Only a few more trials, only a few more tears! Refrain Jesus, my heart’s dear Refuge, Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages, ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patience, wait till the night is over; Wait till I see the morning break on the golden shore. Refrain

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• [Mar 10:16] See Israel’s Gentle Shepherd Stand

  See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand With all engaging charms; Hark! how He calls the tender lambs, And folds them in His arms. “Permit them to approach,” He cries, “Nor scorn their humble name; For ’twas to bless such souls as these The Lord of angels came.” We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, And yield them up to Thee; Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, Thine let our offspring be. Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; Ye children, seek His face, And fly with transport to receive The blessings of His grace. If orphans they are left behind, Thy guardian care we trust, That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, While weeping o’er their dust.

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• [Mar 10:16] There’s A Friend For Little Children

  There’s a Friend for little children Above the bright blue sky, A Friend who never changes, Whose love will never die; Our earthly friends may fail us, And change with changing years, This Friend is always worthy Of that dear Name He bears. There’s a rest for little children Above the bright blue sky, Who love the blessèd Savior, And to the Father cry A rest from every turmoil, From sin and sorrow free, Where every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally. There’s a home for little children Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory, A home of peace and joy No home on earth is like it, Nor can with it compare; For everyone is happy Nor could be happier there. There’s a crown for little children Above the bright blue sky, And all who look for Jesus Shall wear it by and by; A crown of brightest glory, Which He will then bestow On those who found his favor And loved His Name below. There’s a song for little children Above the bright blue sky, A song that will not weary, Though sung continually; A song which even angels Can never, never sing They know not Christ as Savior, But worship Him as King. There’s a robe for little children Above the bright blue sky, And a harp of sweetest music, And palms of victory. All, all above is treasured, And found in Christ alone: O come, dear little children That all may be your own.

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Mark 15:17

• [Mar 15:17] Purple Robe, A

  A purple robe, a crown of thorn, A reed in His right hand; Before the soldiers’ spite and scorn I see my Savior stand. He bears between the Roman guard The weight of all our woe; A stumbling figure, bowed and scarred, I see my Savior go. Fast to the cross’s spreading span, High in the sunlit air, All the unnumbered sins of man I see my Saviour bear.
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