Mark 13:32

• [Mar 13:32] He Is Near

  I know not when the Lord will come, Or at what hour He may appear, Whether at midnight or at morn, Or at what season of the year. Refrain I only know that He is near, And that His voice I soon shall hear; I only know that He is near, And that His voice I soon shall hear; I know not what of time remains, To run its course, in this low sphere, Or what awaits of calm or storm, Of joy or grief, or hope or fear. Refrain I know not what is yet to run Of spring or summer, green or sear, Of death or life, of pain or peace, Of shade or shine, of song or tear. Refrain The centuries have come and gone, Dark centuries of absence drear; I dare not chide the long delay, Nor ask when I His voice shall hear. Refrain I do not think it can be long, Till in His glory He appear; And yet I dare not name the day, Nor fix the solemn advent year. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mark 14:36

• [Mar 14:36] Low In Thine Agony

  Low in Thine agony, Bearing Thy cross for me, Savior divine! In the dark tempter’s hour, Quailing beneath his power, Sorrowing yet more and more, Thou dost incline. O Lord of Heav’n and earth, What sorrow unto death Dost Thou sustain? Thou dost in anguish bow: Thou art forsaken now; For me this cup of woe Thou dost now drain. In deep and trembling fears, With crying strong and tears, Now Thou dost pray. “If it be possible This cup so terrible, Father most merciful, Take it away.” “Yet, Lord, Thy will be done; Lo, I, Thine only Son, This cup will drink.” O wondrous love of Thine, Unspeakable, divine; To save this soul of mine Thou wilt not shrink. Savior, give me to share Thy lowly will and prayer In all my woe; In my soul’s agony Let me resemble Thee; An angel strengthening me, Let me, too, know. Thy soul its travail saw, And in its heavy woe Was satisfied. So let Thy sorrow, Lord, Fullness of joy afford, To life and God restored, Through Him Who died.

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  source: Cyberhymnal