Romans 1:2-3

• [Rom 1:3] Break Forth Into Praise

  Break forth into praise! Our Surety and Head His members to raise, hath rose from the dead; The power of His Spirit hath quickened our Lord, That we by His merit may all be restored. Our Captain and King with shouts we proclaim, And joyfully sing the wonderful Name; The Name all-victorious we publish, and feel Triumphantly glorious o’er sin, earth, and hell. The power of His rise we know and declare And rapt to the skies, His happiness share; In heavenly places with Jesus we sit, And Jesus’ praises with angels repeat. We sing of His love while sojourning here, Till Christ from above our Savior appear; The heirs of salvation with triumph receive, In full consummation of glory to live.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rom 1:3] Lord, Thou In All Things Like Wast Made

  Lord, Thou in all things like wast made To us, yet free from sin; Then how unlike to us, O Lord, Replies the voice within. Our faith is weak; O Light of light, Clear Thou our clouded view; That Son of Man, and Son of God, We give Thee honor due. O Son of Man, Thyself hast proved Our trials and our tears; Life’s thankless toil and scant repose, Death’s agonies and fears. O Son of God, in glory raised, Thou sittest on Thy throne: Thence, by Thy pleadings and Thy grace, Still succoring Thine own. Brother and Savior, Friend and Judge! To Thee, O Christ, be given To bind upon Thy crown the names Most blest in earth and Heaven.

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Romans 3:24

• [Rom 3:24] Jesus, Thy Blood And Righteousness

  Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; ’Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. Bold shall I stand in Thy great day; For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully absolved through these I am From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, Who from the Father’s bosom came, Who died for me, e’en me to atone, Now for my Lord and God I own. Lord, I believe Thy precious blood, Which, at the mercy seat of God, Forever doth for sinners plead, For me, e’en for my soul, was shed. Lord, I believe were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore, Thou hast for all a ransom paid, For all a full atonement made. When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies, Ev’n then this shall be all my plea, Jesus hath lived, hath died, for me. This spotless robe the same appears, When ruined nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue, The robe of Christ is ever new. Jesus, the endless praise to Thee, Whose boundless mercy hath for me— For me a full atonement made, An everlasting ransom paid. O let the dead now hear Thy voice; Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice; Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness.

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  source: Cyberhymnal