Romans 12:9-18

• [Rom 12:10] My Master Was A Worker

  My Master was a worker, With daily work to do, And he who would be like Him Must be a worker, too. Then welcome honest labor, And honest labor’s fare, For where there is a worker, The Master’s man is there. My Master was a comrade, A trusty friend and true, And he who would be like Him, Must be a comrade, too. In happy hour of singing, In silent hours of care, Where goes a loyal comrade, The Master’s man is there. My Master was a helper, The woes of life He knew, And he who would be like Him Must be a helper, too. The burden will grow lighter, If each will take a share, And where there is a helper, The Master’s man is there. Then, brothers brave and manly, Together let us be, For He, who is our Master, The Man of men was He. The men who would be like Him Are wanted everywhere, And where they love each other The Master’s men are there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rom 12:12] Come On, My Partners In Distress

  Come on, my partners in distress, My comrades through the wilderness, Who still your bodies feel; Awhile forget your griefs and fears, And look beyond the vale of tears, To that celestial hill. Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that happy place, The saints’ secure abode; On faith’s strong eagle pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God. See where the Lamb in glory stands, Encircled with His radiant bands, And join the angelic powers. For all that height of glorious bliss, Our everlasting portion is, And all that Heaven is ours. Who suffer with our Master here, We shall before His face appear And by His side sit down; To patient faith the prize is sure, And all that to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown. Thrice blessèd, bliss-inspiring hope! It lifts the fainting spirits up, It brings to life the dead; Our conflicts here shall soon be past, And you and I ascend at last, Triumphant with our Head. That great mysterious Deity We soon with open face shall see; The beatific sight Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, And wide diffuse the golden blaze Of everlasting light. The Father shining on His throne, The glorious co-eternal Son, The Spirit one and seven, Conspire our rapture to complete; And lo! we fall before His feet, And silence heightens Heaven. In hope of that ecstatic pause, Jesus, we now sustain Thy cross, And at Thy footstool fall, ’Till Thou our hidden life reveal, ’Till Thou our ravished spirits fill, And God is all in all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal