Philippians 3:14

• [Phi 3:14] With Gladsome Feet We Press

  With gladsome feet we press to Sion’s holy mount, Where gushes from its deep recess the cooling fount; Oh! happy, happy hill, the joy of every saint! With sweet Siloam’s crystal rill, that cheers the faint. Great city, blest of God! Jerusalem the free! With ceaseless step the path be trod that leads to thee! The martyr’s bleeding feet, the saints with woundless breast, Alike have sought thy golden seat to win their rest. There, calming all alarms, thy cross of love is traced, Outstretching salutary arms, to bless the waste; The sinner there can plead in ever listening ears; On hope and thee, can sweetly feed, and dry his tears. So this our festal day celestial joy shall raise, While lips and hearts, conjoined, essay to hymn thy praise! The very stones shall ring, resound each holy wall, With Thee, Thyself the Rock, our Heaven, our All!

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Philippians 4:7

• [Phi 4:7] Hidden Peace

  I cannot tell thee whence it came, This peace within my breast; But this I know, there fills my soul A strange and tranquil rest. Refrain There’s a deep, settled peace in my soul, There’s a deep, settled peace in my soul, Tho’ the billows of sin near me roll, He abides, Christ abides. Beneath the toil and care of life, This hidden stream flows on; My weary soul no longer thirsts, Nor am I sad and lone. Refrain I cannot tell the half of love, Unfeigned, supreme, divine, That caused my darkest inmost self With beams of hope to shine. Refrain I cannot tell thee why He chose To suffer and to die, But if I suffer here with Him I’ll reign with Him on high. Refrain

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