Romans 3:9-25

• [Rom 3:19] O Savior, Where Shall Guilty Man

  O Savior, where shall guilty man Find rest except in Thee? Thine was the warfare with his foe, The cross of pain, the cup of woe, And Thine the victory. How came the everlasting Son, The Lord of Life, to die? Why didst Thou meet the tempter’s power, Why, Jesus, in Thy dying hour Endure such agony? To save us by Thy precious blood, To make us one in Thee, That ours might be Thy perfect life, Thy thorny crown, Thy cross, Thy strife, And ours the victory. O make us worthy, gracious Lord, Of all Thy love to be; To Thy blest will our wills incline, That unto death we may be Thine, And ever live in Thee.

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• [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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• [Rom 3:25] In Thee Alone, O Christ, My Lord

  In Thee alone, O Christ, my Lord, My hope on earth remaineth; I know Thou wilt Thine aid afford, Naught else my soul sustaineth. No strength of man, no earthly stay, Can help me in the evil day; Thou, only Thou, canst aid supply. To Thee I cry; On Thee I bid my heart rely. My sins, O Lord, against me rise, I mourn them with contrition; Grant, thro’ Thy death and sacrifice, To me a full remission. Lord, show before the Father’s throne That Thou didst for my sins atone; So shall I from my load be freed. Thy Word I plead; Keep me, O Lord, each hour of need. O Lord, in mercy stay my heart On faith’s most sure foundation And to my inmost soul impart Thy perfect consolation. Fill all my life with love to Thee, T’ward all men grant me charity; And at the last, when comes my end, Thy succor send. From Satan’s wiles my soul defend.

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  source: Cyberhymnal