Revelation 3:8

• [Rev 3:8] Today Thy Mercy Calls Me

  Today Thy mercy calls me to wash away my sin; However great my trespass, whate’er I may have been; However long from mercy I may have turned away, Thy blood, O Christ, can cleanse me, and make me white today. Today Thy gate is open, and all who enter in Shall find a Father’s welcome, and pardon for their sin; The past shall be forgotten, a present joy be given; A future grace be promised, a glorious crown in Heav’n. Today the Father calls me, the Holy Spirit waits, The blessèd angels gather around the heav’nly gates; No question will be asked me, how often I have come; Although I oft have wandered, it is my Father’s home. O all embracing mercy, thou ever open door, What shall I do without thee when heart and eyes run o’er? When all things seem against me, to drive me to despair, I know one gate is open, one ear will hear my prayer.

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Revelation 3:10

• [Rev 3:10] Hour By Hour

  Hour by hour we trust in Jesus, Hour by hour for strength we pray; Hour by hour the sands are dropping From the glass of time away. Refrain We are going home where the pure and blest In perfect peace with Jesus free from care shall rest; Then let us go on with a happy, happy song, Then let us go on with a happy, happy song; O soon we’ll rest on yonder shore, Rest forevermore. Hour by hour we hear a warning From the spirit-voice within; Hour by hour we meet the tempter, Hour by hour we fall or win. Refrain Hour by hour we journey onward, Hour by hour we stem the tide; Hour by hour we miss the dear ones, Anchored on the other side. Refrain Hour by hour the heart grows fainter, Hour by hour the sunlight dies; Hour by hour we near the portals Of our home beyond the skies. Refrain

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• [Rev 3:10] In The Hour Of Trial

  In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me, Lest by base denial I depart from Thee. When Thou seest me waver, with a look recall, Nor for fear or favor suffer me to fall. With forbidden pleasures would this vain world charm, Or its sordid treasures spread to work me harm, Bring to my remembrance sad Gethsemane, Or, in darker semblance, cross-crowned Calvary. Should Thy mercy send me sorrow, toil and woe, Or should pain attend me on my path below, Grant that I may never fail Thy hand to see; Grant that I may ever cast my care on Thee. When my last hour cometh, fraught with strife and pain, When my dust returneth to the dust again, On Thy truth relying, through that mortal strife, Jesus, take me, dying, to eternal life.

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  source: Cyberhymnal