Romans 5:20

• [Rom 5:20] Grace Greater Than Our Sin

  Marvelous grace of our loving Lord, Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt! Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured, There where the blood of the Lamb was spilled. Refrain Grace, grace, God’s grace, Grace that will pardon and cleanse within; Grace, grace, God’s grace, Grace that is greater than all our sin. Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold, Threaten the soul with infinite loss; Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold, Points to the refuge, the mighty cross. Refrain Dark is the stain that we cannot hide. What can avail to wash it away? Look! There is flowing a crimson tide, Brighter than snow you may be today. Refrain Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace, Freely bestowed on all who believe! You that are longing to see His face, Will you this moment His grace receive? Refrain

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• [Rom 5:20] His Grace Aboundeth More

  O what a wonderful Savior In Jesus, my Lord, I have found! Tho’ I had sins without number, His grace unto me did abound. Refrain His grace aboundeth more. His grace aboundeth more. Tho’ sin abounded in my heart, His grace aboundeth more. When a poor sinner He found me; No goodness to offer had I. Often His law I had broken And merited naught but to die. Refrain Nothing of merit possessing, All helpless before Him I lay; But, in the precious blood flowing, He washed all my sin-stains away. Refrain How can I keep from rejoicing? I’ll sing of the joy in my soul, Praising the love of my Savior While years of eternity roll. Refrain

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Romans 8:12

• [Rom 8:12] When This Passing World Is Done

  When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon glaring sun, When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o’er life’s finished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When I hear the wicked call, On the rocks and hills to fall, When I see them start and shrink On the fiery deluge brink, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When I stand before the throne, Dressed in beauty not my own, When I see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsinning heart, Then Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When the praise of Heav’n I hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters’ noise, Sweet as harp’s melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. Even on earth, as through a glass Darkly, let Thy glory pass, Make forgiveness feel so sweet, Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet, Even on earth, Lord, make me know Something of how much I owe. Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Savior’s side, By the Spirit sanctified, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark, as midnight’s gloomy shroud; But, when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light; Blessed Jesus! bid me show Doubting saints how much I owe. When in flowery paths I tread, Oft by sin I’m captive led; Oft I fall—but still arise— The Spirit comes—the tempter flies; Blessed Spirit! bid me show Weary sinners all I owe. Oft the nights of sorrow reign— Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; But a night Thine anger burns— Morning comes and joy returns; God of comforts! bid me show To Thy poor, how much I owe.

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