Mark 5:39

• [Mar 5:39] Good Night And Good Morning

  When comes to the weary a blessèd release, When upward we pass to His kingdom of peace, When free from the woes that on earth we must bear, We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain Good morning up there where Christ is the Light, Good morning up there where cometh no night; When we step from this earth to God’s Heaven so fair, We’ll say “good night” here but “good morning” up there. When fadeth the day and dark shadows draw nigh, With Christ close at hand, it is not death to die; He’ll wipe every tear, roll away every care; We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain When home lights we see shining brightly above, Where we shall be soon, through His wonderful love, We’ll praise Him Who called us His Heaven to share, We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain

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• [Mar 5:39] We Shall Sleep, But Not Forever

  We shall sleep, but not forever, There will be a glorious dawn! We shall meet to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn! From the deepest cave of ocean, From the desert and the plain, From the valley and the mountain, Countless throngs shall rise again. Refrain We shall sleep, but not forever, There will be a glorious dawn! We shall meet, to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn! When we see a precious blossom, That we tended with such care, Rudely taken from our bosom, How our aching hearts despair! Round its little grave we linger, Till the setting sun is low, Feeling all our hopes have perished, With the flow’r we cherished so. Refrain We shall sleep, but not forever, In the lone and silent grave: Blessèd be the Lord that taketh, Blessèd be the Lord that gave. In the bright eternal city, Death can never, never come! In His own good time He’ll call us, From our rest, to home, sweet home. Refrain

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Mark 9:23

• [Mar 9:23] My Sins Have Taken Such A Hold On Me

  My sins have taken such a hold on me, I am not able to look up to Thee; Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: But Thou hast taken all my sins away, And I in Thee dare now look up and pray: Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. Of nights unhallowed, and of sinful days, Of careless thoughts and words and works and way, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: And in the life which doth within me live, And the forgiveness which can all forgive, Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. Of selfishness which makes the soul unjust, Envy and strife and every sinful lust, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: And in the blood, which doth my pardon plead, The truth and love, which for me intercede, Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. Of sins that as a cloud have hid Thy face, Of Thy care slighted, and thy grievèd grace, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: In Love, that puts sin’s envious veil aside, Rending the veil of flesh which for me died, Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief. For sin I mourn, the sin that gave Thee pain; Thine was the burden, mine alone the stain; Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: Christ is my joy; and out of all distress He doth deliver with His righteousness: Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief.

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Mark 14:38

• [Mar 14:38] My God! My God! And Can It Be

  My God! my God! and can it be That I should sin so lightly now, And think no more of evil thoughts Than of the wind that waves the bough? I sin, and Heav’n and earth go round, As if no dreadful deed were done; As if Thy blood had never flowed To hinder sin, or to atone. I walk the earth with lightsome step, Smile at the sunshine, breathe the air, Do my own will, not ever heed Gethsemane and Thy long prayer. Shall it be always thus, O Lord? Wilt Thou not work this hour in me The grace of Thy Passion merited, Hatred of self, and love of Thee! O by the pains of Thy pure love, Grant me the gift of holy fear; And by Thy woes and bloody sweat Wash Thou my guilty conscience clear! Ever when tempted, make me see, Beneath the olives’ moon pierced shade, My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised, And bleeding, on the earth He made; And make me feel it was my sin, As though no other sins there were, That was to Him Who bears the world A load that He could scarcely bear.

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  source: Cyberhymnal