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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal