Matthew 24:6

• [Mat 24:6] End Is Not Yet, The

  I have tried to count His blessings, and I fail to understand Why the Lord should so richly reward; Could I count the stars of heaven, add to them earth’s grains of sand, Still His blessings are more, praise the Lord! Refrain And the end is not yet, praise the Lord, And the end is not yet, praise the Lord; Blessings new He’s still bestowing, And my cup is overflowing, And the end is not yet, praise the Lord! Like an army I behold them pass before me in review, O what joy doth the sight now afford! Tho’ they may be long in passing, still they come, battalions new, And the end is not yet, praise the Lord! Refrain Surely goodness, love and mercy have been mine along life’s way, And my weak heart to strength is restored; And my cup of joy and gladness keeps o’erflowing, day by day, And the end is not yet, praise the Lord! Refrain

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• [Mat 24:6] Omnipotent Lord, My Savior And King

  Omnipotent Lord, my Savior and King, Thy succor afford, Thy righteousness bring; Thy promises bind Thee compassion to have, Now, now let me find Thee almighty to save. Rejoicing in hope, and patient in grief, To Thee I look up for certain relief; I fear no denial, no danger I fear, Nor start from the trial, while Jesus is near. I every hour in jeopardy stand; But Thou art my power, and holdest my hand; While yet I am calling, Thy succor I feel, It saves me from falling, or plucks me from hell. O who can explain this struggle for life! This travail and pain, this trembling and strife! Plague, earthquake, and famine, and tumult, and war, The wonderful coming of Jesus declare. For every fight is dreadful and loud, The warrior’s delight is slaughter and blood, His foes overturning, till all shall expire; But this is with burning and fuel of fire. Yet God is above men, devils, and sin, My Jesus’ love the battle shall win, So terribly glorious His coming shall be, His love all victorious shall conquer for me. He all shall break through; His truth and His grace Shall bring me into the plentiful place, Through much tribulation, through water and fire, Through floods of temptation, and flames of desire. On Jesus, my power, till then I rely, All evil before His presence shall fly; When I have my Savior, my sin shall depart And Jesus for ever shall reign in my heart.

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Matthew 27:63

• [Mat 27:63] Now The Green Blade Rises

  Now the green blade rises from the buried grain, Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain; Love lives again, that with the dead has been: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom we had slain, Thinking that He’d never wake to life again, Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. Up He sprang at Easter, like the risen grain, He that for three days in the grave had lain; Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain, By Your touch You call us back to life again; Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

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  source: Cyberhymnal