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 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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  source: Cyberhymnal