Romans 5:12-17

• [Rom 5:13] Thou Power And Peace

  Thou Power and Peace, in whom we find All holiest strength, all purest love, The rushing of the mighty wind, The brooding of the gentle dove. Forever lend Thy sovereign aid, And urge us on, and keep us Thine; Nor leave the hearts which Thou hast made, Fit temples of Thy grace divine. Nor let us quench Thy saving light; But still with softest breathings stir, Our wayward souls, and lead us right, O Holy Spirit, Comforter!

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• [Rom 5:15] O Gift Of Gifts!

  O gift of gifts! O grace of faith! My God, how can it be That Thou, who hast discerning love Shouldst give that gift to me? How many hearts Thou mightst have had More innocent than mine, How many souls more worthy far Of that sweet touch of Thine! Ah, grace, unto unlikeliest hearts It is thy boast to come; The glory of thy light to find In darkest spots a home. How can they live, how will they die, How bear the cross of grief, Who have not yet the light of faith, The courage of belief? The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, Seems trifles less than light: Earth looks so little and so low When faith shines full and bright. O happy, happy that I am! If thou canst be, O faith, The treasure that thou art in life, What will thou be in death?

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  source: Cyberhymnal