Romans 5:11

• [Rom 5:11] Jesu! The Very Thought Is Sweet

  Jesu! the very thought is sweet! In that dear Name all heart-joys meet; But sweeter than the honey far The glimpses of His presence are. No word is sung more sweet than this: No name is heard more full of bliss; No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh, Than Jesus, Son of God most high. Jesu! the hope of souls forlorn! How good to them for sin that that mourn! To them that seek Thee, O how kind! But what art Thou to them that find? Jesu, Thou sweetness, pure and blest, Truth’s Fountain, Light of souls distressed, Surpassing all that heart requires, Exceeding all that soul desires! No tongue of mortal can express, No letters write His blessedness, Alone who hath Thee in his heart Knows, love of Jesus! what Thou art. O Jesu! King of wondrous might! O Victor, glorious from the fight! Sweetness that may not be expressed, And altogether loveliest! Remain with us, O Lord, today! In every heart Thy grace display; That now the shades of night are fled, On Thee our spirits may be fed. All honor, laud and glory be, O Jesu, virgin-born, to Thee! All glory, as is ever meet, To Father and to Paraclete.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Romans 8:28

• [Rom 8:28] Begone Unbelief

  Begone unbelief, my Savior is near, And for my relief will surely appear: By prayer let me wrestle, and He wilt perform, With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. Though dark be my way, since He is my Guide, ’Tis mine to obey, ’tis His to provide; Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The Word He has spoken shall surely prevail. His love in time past forbids me to think He’ll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through. Determined to save, He watched o’er my path, When Satan’s blind slave, I sported with death; And can He have taught me to trust in His Name, And thus far have brought me, to put me to shame? Why should I complain of want or distress, Temptation or pain? He told me no less: The heirs of salvation, I know from His Word, Through much tribulation must follow their Lord. How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, Which He drank quite up, that sinners might live! His way was much rougher, and darker than mine; Did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine? Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food; Though painful at present, wilt cease before long, And then, O! how pleasant, the conqueror’s song!

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  source: Cyberhymnal