Mark 10:29

• [Mar 10:29] For My Sake, And The Gospel’s

  “For My sake, and the Gospel’s, go And tell redemption’s story”; His heralds answer, “Be it so, And Thine, Lord, all the glory!” They preach His birth, His life, His cross, The love of His atonement, For Whom they count the world but loss, His Easter, His enthronement. Hark, hark, the trump of jubilee Proclaims to every nation, From pole to pole, by land and sea, Glad tidings of salvation; As nearer draws the day of doom, While still the battle rages, The heav’nly Dayspring through the gloom Breaks on the night of ages. Still on and on the anthems spread Of alleluia voices, In concert with the holy dead The warrior church rejoices; Their snow white robes are washed in blood, Their golden harps are ringing; Earth and the paradise of God One triumph song are singing. He comes, whose advent trumpet drowns The last of time’s evangels, Emmanuel crowned with many crowns, The Lord of saints and angels; O Life, Light, Love, the great I AM, Triune, who changest never, The throne of God and of the Lamb Is Thine, and Thine forever.

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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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  source: Cyberhymnal