Mark 6:31

• [Mar 6:31] Come Ye Yourselves Apart

  Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile; Weary, I know it, of the press and throng, Wipe from your brow the sweat and dust of toil, And in My quiet strength again be strong. Come ye aside from all the world holds dear, For converse which the world has never known, Alone with Me and with My Father here, With Me and with My Father not alone. Come, tell Me all that ye have said and done, Your victories and failures, hopes and fears. I know how hardly souls are wooed and won: My choicest wreaths are always wet with tears. Come ye and rest: the journey is too great, And ye will faint beside the way and sink: The Bread of Life is here for you to eat, And here for you the Wine of Love to drink. Then, fresh from converse with your Lord, return And work till daylight softens into ev’n; The brief hours are not lost in which ye learn More of your Master and His rest in Heav’n.

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• [Mar 6:31] Stealing From The World Away

  Stealing from the world away, We are come to seek Thy face; Kindly meet us, Lord, we pray, Grant us Thy reviving grace. Yonder stars that gild the sky Shine but with a borrowed light: We, unless Thy light be nigh, Wander, wrapped in gloomy night. Sun of righteousness! dispel All our darkness, doubts and fears: May Thy light within us dwell, Till eternal day appears. Warm our hearts in prayer and praise, Lift our every thought above; Hear the grateful songs we raise, Fill us with Thy perfect love.

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Mark 14:72

• [Mar 14:72] O Jesu Christ, If Aught There Be

  O Jesu Christ, if aught there be That, more than all beside, In ever painful memory Must in my heart abide, It is that deep ingratitude Which I to Thee have shown, Who didst for me in tears and blood Upon the cross atone. Alas, how with my actions all Has this defect entwined; How has it poisoned with its gall My spirit, heart and mind! Alas, through this, how many a gem I’ve rudely cast away, That might have formed my diadem In everlasting day! Yet though the time be past and gone, Though little more remains: Though naught is all that can be done, E’en with my utmost pains; Still will I strive, O Savior mine, To do what in me lies; For never did Thy glance divine A contrite heart despise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal