Mark 4:38

• [Mar 4:38] Christ In The Storm

  Galilee’s waters are raging, On them a vessel is tossed; Seamen in terror are calling, “Carest Thou not, we are lost?” Sweetly asleep on a pillow, Maker and Savior He lay; Wild with dismay they awake Him, “Master, we perish,” they say. Refrain Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high, Say to my soul, “Do not fear, it is I”; Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high, Say to my soul, “Do not fear, it is I.” Over the noise of the tempest, Over the dash of the wave, Rings the sweet voice of the Savior; See, He is mighty to save; Calmed in a moment the billows, Hushed in an instant to sleep, Stilled is the roar of the wild winds, Steadied their boat on the deep. Refrain Wonderful Jesus, I need Thee, Out in the storm and the strife, Oft it has seemed I was sinking, Tossed on the ocean of life; Speak to the winds and the waters, Each Thy behest must fulfill; Speak to my heart in the tempest, Whispering softly, “Be still.” Refrain When I am toiling in rowing, Almost engulfed in the sea, Make of the billows a pathway, Come thro’ the darkness to me; Failures and terrors will vanish, Soon as I know Thou art nigh; Say to my soul in the danger, “Be not afraid, it is I.” Refrain Waters unknown are awaiting Travelers leaving earth’s shore; Back to this side of the river, Passengers come nevermore; O when that chill tide is bringing Boatmen to bear me away, Galilee’s Conqu’ror, be with me; Pilot me over, I pray. Refrain

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• [Mar 4:38] Fierce Was The Wild Billow

  Fierce was the billow wild, dark was the night; Oars labored heavily, foam glimmered white. Trembled the mariners; peril was nigh: Then said the God of God, “Peace: it is I.” Ridge of the mountain wave, lower thy crest; Wail of the tempest wind, be thou at rest. Sorrow can never be, darkness must fly, Where saith the Light of light, “Peace: it is I.” Jesus, Deliverer, near to us be; Soothe thou my voyaging over life’s sea; Thou, when the storm of death roars, sweeping by, Whisper, O Truth of truth, “Peace: it is I.”

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• [Mar 4:38] Lord, Whom Winds And Waves Obey

  Lord, whom winds and waves obey, Guide us through the watery way; In the hollow of Thy hand Hide, and bring us safe to land. Jesus, let our faithful mind Rest, on Thee alone reclined; Every anxious thought repress, Keep our souls in perfect peace. Keep the souls whom now we leave, Bid them to each other cleave; Bid them walk on life’s rough sea; Bid them come by faith to Thee. Save, till all these tempests end, All who on Thy love depend; Waft our happy spirits o’er; Land us on the heavenly shore.

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Mark 5:19

• [Mar 5:19] No Other Story

  No other story will bear repeating As often as this is told; God’s glad good news of His love to sinners Are tidings which never grow old. Refrain Tell it again and again, Tell it again and again, The Gospel story, of grace and glory, Bears telling again and again. Proclaim with joy how the cross of suff’ring Will never be borne again. That only glory awaits the Savior, That soon He will come to reign. Refrain Go tell the story in far off countries, Let ev’ry poor sinner hear How Christ the Savior has died to win them, His love overcomes all fear. Refrain The whole sweet story is not yet finished, The sequel is but begun; When all the ransomed are safely gathered, E’en then it will not be done. Refrain Each heart that opens to hear the tidings, Receiving the Savior’s love, Will add a page to redemption’s history Rehearsed in the Home above. Refrain

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Mark 5:40

• [Mar 5:40] O Scorned And Outcast Lord

  O scorned and outcast Lord, beneath Thy burden meekly bending, Thou, our true Isaac, to Thy death Art wearily ascending. And soon, with nail pierced feet and hands Upon the cross they raise Thee; The cross, which there uplifted stands, To all the earth displays Thee. Oh! wondrous love of God on high The sinful thus to cherish! He gave His guiltless Son to die Lest guilty man should perish. Our sin’s pollution to remove His blood was freely given; So mighty was the Savior’s love So just the wrath of heaven. Yes! ’tis the cross the breaks the rod And chain of condemnation, And makes a league ’twixt man and God For our entire salvation. O praise the Father, praise the Son, The Lamb for sinners given, And Holy Ghost, through Whom alone Our hearts are raised to Heaven.

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Mark 10:14

• [Mar 10:14] A Little Child The Savior Came

  A little Child the Savior came, The Mighty God was still His Name; And angels worshiped as He lay The seeming Infant of a day. He Who, a little Child, began The life divine to show to man, Proclaims from Heav’n the message free; “Let little children come to Me.” We bring them, Lord, and with the sign Of sprinkled water name them Thine; Their souls with saving grace endow; Baptize them with Thy Spirit now. O give Thine angels charge, good Lord, Them safely in Thy way to guard; Thy blessing on their lives command, And write their names upon Thy hand. O Thou, who by an infant’s tongue Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung, May these, with all the heav’nly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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• [Mar 10:14] If I Come To Jesus

  If I come to Jesus, He will make me glad; He will give me pleasure When my heart is sad. Refrain If I come to Jesus, Happy I shall be. He is gently calling Little ones like me. If I come to Jesus He will hear my prayer; He will love me dearly, He my sins did bear. Refrain If I come to Jesus He will take my hand, He will kindly lead me To a better land. Refrain There with happy children, Robed in snowy white, I shall see my Savior In that world so bright. Refrain

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• [Mar 10:14] Little Children, Come Away

  Little children, come away, From the Savior do not stay: He is calling us today, Calling us to Him. Refrain Quickly come, gladly come, From the Savior do not stay; Quickly come, O gladly come, He is calling us today. Little children once He blest, Laid them in His arms to rest; He of all our friends the best, Bids us come to Him. Refrain Heed His saying, “Come to Me”; Happy then we all shall be; None can give us life but He, Come, O come to Him. Refrain

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• [Mar 10:14] O Lord, The Holy Innocents

  O Lord, the holy innocents Laid down for Thee their infant life, And martyrs brave and patient saints Have stood for Thee in fire and strife. We wear the cross they wore of old Our lips have learned like vows to make; We need not die; we cannot fight; What may we do for Jesus’ sake? O day by day each Christian child Has much to do, without, within; A death to die for Jesus’ sake, A weary war to wage with sin. When deep within our swelling hearts The thoughts of pride and anger rise, When bitter words are on our tongues, And tears of passion in our eyes. Then we may stay the angry blow, Then we may check the hasty word, Give gentle answers back again, And fight a battle for our Lord. With smiles of peace and looks of love, Light in our dwellings we may make, Bid kind good humor brighten there, And still do all for Jesus’ sake. There’s not a child so weak and small But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise, That he may do for Jesus’ sake.

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• [Mar 10:14] Our God Of Love, Who Reigns Above

  Our God of love, who reigns above, Comes down to us below; ’Tis sweet to tell He loves so well, And ’tis enough to know. So deep, so high—like air and sky, Beyond us, yet around; He Whom our mind can never find Can in our heart be found. Lord God, so far, past sun and star, Yet close to all our ways! In love so near, be pleased to hear Thy little children’s praise. O may that sign that we are Thine— Our Father, Savior, Friend— Which sealed our brow, be on us now, And with us to the end. Through all our way, and every day Believed, beloved, adored; Be this our grace, to see Thy face In Jesus Christ our Lord.

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• [Mar 10:14] Waken! Christian Children

  Waken! Christian children, Up and let us sing, With glad voice the praises Of our newborn King. Up! ’tis meet to welcome With a joyous lay Christ, the King of Glory, Born for us today. Come, nor fear to seek Him, Children though we be; Once He said of children, “Let them come to Me.” In a manger lowly Sleeps the heav’nly Child; O’er Him fondly bendeth Mary, mother mild. Far above that stable, Up in Heav’n so high, One bright star out-shineth, Watching silently. Fear not then to enter, Though we cannot bring Gold, or myrrh, or incense Fitting for a King. Gifts He asketh richer, Offerings costlier still, Yet may Christian children Bring them if they will. Brighter than all jewels Shines the modest eye; Best of gifts He loveth Infant purity. Haste we then to welcome With a joyous lay Christ, the King of Glory, Born for us today.

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• [Mar 10:14] We Come In Childhood’s Joyfulness

  We come in childhood’s joyfulness, [originally, We come in childhood’s innocence] We come as children free! We offer up, O God! our hearts, In trusting love to Thee. Well may we bend in solemn joy At Thy bright courts above: Well may the grateful child rejoice In such a Father’s love. We come not as the mighty come: Not as the proud we bow; But as the pure in heart should bend, Seek we thine altars now. “Forbid them not,” the Savior cried, “But let them come to Me”; O Savior dear, we hear Thy call, We come, we come to Thee. To Thee, Thou Lord of life and light, Amid the angel throng, We bend the knee, we lift the heart, And swell the holy song. How blest the children of the Lord, Who wait around His throne, How sweet to tread the path that leads To yonder heavenly home.

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• [Mar 10:14] Wise May Bring Their Learning, The

  The wise may bring their learning, the rich may bring their wealth, And some may bring their greatness, and some bring strength and health; We, too, would bring our treasures to offer to the King; We have no wealth or learning; what shall we children bring? We’ll bring Him hearts that love Him; we’ll bring Him thankful praise, And young souls meekly striving to walk in holy ways; And these shall be the treasures we offer to the King, And these are gifts that even the poorest child may bring. We’ll bring the little duties we have to do each day; We’ll try our best to please Him, at home, at school, at play; And better are these treasures to offer to our King; Than richest gifts without them—yet these a child may bring.

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Mark 10:38

• [Mar 10:38] Are Ye Able?

  “Are ye able,” said the Master, “To be crucified with Me?” “Yea,” the sturdy dreamers answered, “To the death we follow Thee.” Refrain Lord, we are able. Our spirits are Thine. Remold them, make us, like Thee, divine. Thy guiding radiance above us shall be A beacon to God, to love and loyalty. Are you able to relinquish Purple dreams of power and fame, To go down into the Garden, Or to die a death of shame? Refrain Are ye able, when the anguish Racks your mind and heart with pain, To forgive the souls who wrong you, Who would make your striving vain? Refrain Are ye able to remember, When a thief lifts up his eyes, That his pardoned soul is worthy Of a place in paradise? Refrain Are ye able when the shadows Close around you with the sod, To believe that spirit triumphs, To commend your soul to God? Refrain Are ye able? Still the Master Whispers down eternity, And heroic spirits answer, Now as then in Galilee. Refrain

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Mark 11:13

• [Mar 11:13] Nothing But Leaves

  Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O’er years of wasted life; O’er sins indulged while conscience slept, O’er vows and promises unkept, And reap, from years of strife— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves Of life’s fair rip’ning grain: We sow our seeds; lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds— Then reap, with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Sad mem’ry weaves No veil to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Ah, who shall thus the Master meet, And bring but withered leaves? Ah, who shall, at the Savior’s feet, Before the awful judgment seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves!

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Mark 11:17

• [Mar 11:17] Thy Mansion Is The Christian’s Heart

  Thy mansion is the Christian’s heart, O Lord, Thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. Devoted as it is to Thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; They steal away my joys from me, And rob my Savior of His praise. There too a sharp designing trade Sin, Satan, and the world, maintain; Nor cease to press me, and persuade, To part with ease and purchase pain. I know them, and I hate their din, Am weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve Thee as I would. O! for the joy Thy presence gives, What peace shall reign when Thou art here! Thy presence makes this den of thieves, A calm delightful house of prayer. And if Thou make Thy temple thine, Yet, self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine, I give Thee what was Thine before.

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Mark 11:23

• [Mar 11:23] Creator Of The Stars Of Night

  Creator Spirit, by Whose aid The world’s foundations first were laid, Come, visit every pious mind; Come, pour Thy joys on human kind; From sin, and sorrow set us free; And make Thy temples worthy Thee. O Source of uncreated Light, The Father’s promised Paraclete! Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heav’nly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing! Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Thou strength of His almighty hand, Whose pow’r does Heav’n and earth command: Proceeding Spirit, our Defense, Who dost the gift of tongues dispense, And crown’st Thy gift with eloquence! Refine and purge our earthly parts; But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts! Our frailties help, our vice control; Submit the senses to the soul; And when rebellious they are grown, Then, lay Thy hand, and hold them down. Create all new; our wills control, Subdue the rebel in our soul; Make us eternal truths receive, And practice all that we believe; Give us Thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son by Thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend th’almighty Father’s Name: The Savior Son be glorified, Who for lost man’s redemption died: And equal adoration be, Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.

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• [Mar 11:23] Give Me The Faith Which Can Remove

  Give me the faith which can remove And sink the mountain to a plain; Give me the childlike praying love, Which longs to build Thy house again; Thy love, let it my heart overpower, And all my simple soul devour. I want an even strong desire, I want a calmly fervent zeal, To save poor souls out of the fire, To snatch them from the verge of hell, And turn them to a pardoning God, And quench the brands in Jesus’ blood. I would the precious time redeem, And longer live for this alone, To spend and to be spent for them Who have not yet my Savior known; Fully on these my mission prove, And only breathe, to breathe Thy love. My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord, Into Thy blessed hands receive; And let me live to preach Thy Word, And let me to Thy glory live; My every sacred moment spend In publishing the sinner’s Friend. Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart With boundless charity divine, So shall I all strength exert, And love them with a zeal like Thine, And lead them to Thy open side, The sheep for whom the Shepherd died. O that I was as heretofore When first sent forth in Jesu’s Name. I rush’d thro’ every open Door, And cried to All, ‘Behold the Lamb!’ Seiz’d the poor trembling Slaves of Sin, And forc’d the Outcasts to come in.

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• [Mar 11:23] Only Believe

  Fear not, little flock, from the cross to the throne, From death into life He went for His own; All power in earth, all power above, Is given to Him for the flock of His love. Refrain Only believe, only believe; All things are possible, only believe, Only believe, only believe; All things are possible, only believe. Fear not, little flock, He goeth ahead, Your Shepherd selecteth the path you must tread; The waters of Marah He’ll sweeten for thee, He drank all the bitter in Gethsemane. Refrain Fear not, little flock, whatever your lot, He enters all rooms, “the doors being shut,” He never forsakes; He never is gone, So count on His presence in darkness and dawn. Refrain

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Mark 13:8

• [Mar 13:8] The Lord Will Come! The Earth Shall Quake

  The Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fixèd seat forsake; And, withering from the vault of night, The stars withdraw their feeble light. The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form He came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of humankind. Can this be He once wont to stray A pilgrim on the world’s highway, By power oppressed, and mocked by pride O God! is this the Crucified? Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain! Go, seek the mountain’s cleft in vain! But faith, victorious o’er the tomb, Shall sing for joy, “The Lord is come!”

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Mark 16:6

• [Mar 16:6] Rise All Who Seek The Crucified

  Rise all who seek the Crucified, The God that once for sinners died, With lifted voice and heart adore, Chasing our griefs, and sins, and fears, The Sun of Righteousness appears, Appears, to set in blood no more. To death delivered in our stead, For us He rises from the dead, And life to all His members brings; He gives us, while He soars above, The dew of grace, the balm of love, And drops salvation from His wings. This day the Scripture is fulfilled, The Father now His Son has sealed, And owned Him for His Son with power; God from the belly of the earth Hath called Him forth to second birth, Nor let the greedy deep devour. Cast for our sins into the deep, His life hath saved the sinking ship, His life for ours a ransom given; But lo! on the third joyful morn Our Jonas doth for us return Emerging from His tomb to Heaven.

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• [Mar 16:6] Low In The Grave He Lay

  Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior, Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord! Refrain Up from the grave He arose, With a mighty triumph o’er His foes, He arose a Victor from the dark domain, And He lives forever, with His saints to reign. He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior; Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord! Refrain Death cannot keep its Prey, Jesus my Savior; He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord! Refrain

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