Mark 6:7

• [Mar 6:7] Thou Who Sentest Thine Apostles

  Thou Who sentest Thine apostles Two and two before Thy face, Partners in the night of toiling, Heirs together of Thy grace, Throned at length, their labors ended, Each in his appointed place. Praise to Thee for those Thy champions Whom our hymns today proclaim; One, whose zeal by Thee enlightened Burned anew with nobler flame; One, the kinsman of Thy childhood, Brought at last to know Thy Name. Praise to Thee! Thy fire within them Spake in love, and wrought in power; Seen in mighty signs and wonders In Thy Church’s morning hour; Heard in tones of sternest warning When the storms began to lower. Once again those storms are breaking; Hearts are failing, love grows cold; Faith is darkened, sin abounding; Grievous wolves assail Thy fold; Save us, Lord, our one salvation; Save the faith revealed of old. Call the erring by Thy pity; Warn the tempted by Thy fear; Keep us true to Thine allegiance, Counting life itself less dear, Standing firmer, holding faster, As we see the end draw near. Till, with holy Jude and Simon And the thousand faithful more, We, the good confession witnessed, And the lifelong conflict o’er, On the sea of fire and crystal Stand, and wonder, and adore. God the Father, great and wondrous In Thy works, to Thee be praise; King of saints, to Thee be glory, Just and true in all Thy ways; Praise to Thee, from Both proceeding, Holy Ghost, through endless days.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mark 10:47

• [Mar 10:47] Jesus Of Nazareth Passeth By

  What means this eager, anxious throng, Which moves with busy haste along— These wondrous gatherings day by day, What means this strange commotion, pray? In accents hushed the throng reply, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” In accents hushed the throng reply, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Who is this Jesus? why should He The city move so mightily? A passing stranger, has He skill To move the multitude at will? Again the stirring tones reply, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Again the stirring tones reply, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Jesus! ’tis He Who once below Man’s pathway trod, ’mid pain and woe; And burdened ones, where’er He came, Brought out their sick, and deaf and lame; The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Again He comes! From place to place His holy footprints we can trace; He pauseth at our threshold—nay, He enters—condescends to stay: Shall we not gladly raise the cry? “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Shall we not gladly raise the cry? “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Ho! all ye heavy laden, come! Here’s pardon, comfort, rest and home: Ye wand’rers from a Father’s face, Return, accept His proffered grace; Ye tempted ones, there’s refuge nigh: “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Ye tempted ones, there’s refuge nigh: “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” But if you still His call refuse, And all His wondrous love abuse, Soon will He sadly from you turn, Your bitter prayer for pardon spurn, “Too late! too late!” will be the cry— “Jesus of Nazareth has passed by.” “Too late! too late!” will be the cry— “Jesus of Nazareth has passed by.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal