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 6:56

• [Mar 6:56] He Touched Me And Made Me Whole

  To the feet of my Savior in trembling and fear, A penitent sinner I came; He saw, and in mercy, He bade me draw near; All glory and praise to His Name. Refrain He touched me and thus made me whole; Bringing comfort and rest to my soul; O glad happy day, all my sins rolled away! For He touched me and thus made me whole. I knew not the tender compassion and love That Jesus, my Savior, had shown; Tho’ burdened with grief, His dear hand brought relief, He healed me and called me His own. Refrain “My grace is sufficient,”I heard His dear voice, “O come and find rest for your soul; From sin you to save, My life freely I gave; I died that you might be made whole.” Refrain O Jesus, dear Jesus, Thy Name I adore, For saving and keeping my soul; Thy praises I’ll sing, my Redeemer and King, Thy dear, loving hand made me whole. Refrain

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Mark 8:38

• [Mar 8:38] Jesus, And Shall It Ever Be

  Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man, ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days? Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let night disown each radiant star! ’Tis midnight with my soul, till He, Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. Ashamed of Jesus! O as soon Let morning blush to own the sun! He sheds the beams of light divine O’er this benighted soul of mine. Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend On Whom my hopes of Heav’n depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name. Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may When I’ve no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride! I’ll boast a Savior crucified, And O may this my portion be, My Savior not ashamed of me! Jesus! and shall it ever be! A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Scorn’d be the thought by rich and poor; O may I scorn it more and more! Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star. Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight blush to think of noon. ’Tis evening with my soul till He, That Morning Star, bids darkness flee; He sheds the beam of noon divine O’er all this midnight soul of mine. Ashamed of Jesus! shall yon field Blush when it think who bids it yield? Yet blush I must, while I adore, I blush to think I yield no more. Ashamed of Jesus! of that Friend On whom for heaven my hopes depend! It must not be! be this my shame, That I no more revere His name. Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I’ve no crimes to wash away; No tear to wipe, no joy to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. Till then (nor is the boasting vain), Till then I boast a Saviour slain: And, oh, may this my portion be, That Saviour not ashamed of me!

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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 12:17

• [Mar 12:17] Soul, What Return Has God, Thy Savior

  Soul, what return has God, thy Savior, For all He gives thee day by day? Oh, hast thou in thy gift a favor That can delight and please Him?—Say! The best of off’rings He requires: Thy heart it is that He desires. Give unto God thy heart’s affection; Who else can claim thee as His own? Should Satan hold thee in subjection? With him but pangs of hell are known. To Thee alone, O Lord divine, My heart and all I now resign. Accept the gift which Thou requirest, My heart and soul, O gracious God, The first-fruits Thou so much desirest, For which Thy Son paid with His blood. To Thee I willingly assign My heart, dear Lord, for it is Thine. Whom should I give my heart’s affection But Thee, who gavest Thine to faith? Thy fervent love is my protection; Lord, Thou hast loved me unto death. My heart with Thine shall ever be One heart throughout eternity.

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Mark 14:12

• [Mar 14:12] ’tis Midnight, And On Olive’s Brow

  ’Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; ’Tis midnight, in the garden now The suffering Savior prays alone. ’Tis midnight, and from all removed Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears E’en the disciple whom He loved Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears. ’Tis midnight, and for others’ guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He Who hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. ’Tis midnight, and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Savior’s woe.

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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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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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