Romans 5:6

• [Rom 5:6] Let Songs Of Praises Fill The Sky

  Let songs of praises fill the sky: Christ, our ascended Lord, Sends down His Spirit from on high According to His Word. All hail the day of Pentecost, The coming of the Holy Ghost! The Spirit by His heav’nly breath Creates new life within; He quickens sinners from the death Of trespasses and sin. All hail the day of Pentecost, The coming of the Holy Ghost! The things of Christ the Spirit takes And shows them unto men; The fallen soul His temple makes, God’s image stamps again. All hail the day of Pentecost, The coming of the Holy Ghost! Come, Holy Spirit, from above With Thy celestial fire; Come and with flames of zeal and love Our hearts and tongues inspire. Be this our day of Pentecost, The coming of the Holy Ghost!

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Romans 8:16

• [Rom 8:16] It’s Real

  O how well do I remember How I doubted day by day, For I did not know for certain That my sins were washed away. When the Spirit tried to tell me, I would not the truth receive; I endeavored to be happy And to make myself believe. Refrain But it’s real, it’s real! O I know it’s real Praise God, the doubts are settled, For I know, I know it’s real! When the truth came close and searching, All my joys would disappear, For I did not have the witness Of the Spirit bright and clear. If at times the coming judgment Would appear before my mind, O it made me so uneasy, For God’s smile I could not find. Refrain When the Lord sent faithful servants Who would dare to preach the truth, How my heart did so condemn me As the Spirit gave reproof! Satan said at once, “Twill ruin You now to confess your state; Keep on working and professing, And you’ll enter Heaven’s gate.” Refrain But at last I tired of living Such a life of fear and doubt, For I wanted God to give me Something I would know about, So the truth would make me happy And the light would clearly shine, And the Spirit gave assurance That I’m His and He is mine. Refrain So I prayed to God in earnest, And not caring what folks said. I was hungry for the blessing; My pour soul—it must be fed. Then at last by faith I touched Him And, like sparks from smitten steel, Just so quick salvation reached me. O bless God, I know it’s real! Refrain

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• [Rom 8:16] O Thou Whose Spirit Witness Bears

  O Thou Whose Spirit witness bears Within our spirits free, That we Thy children are and heirs Of Thine eternity. Here may this simple faith sublime O’er-arch us like the sky; Secure below the drift of time Its firm foundations lie. Our thought o’erflows each written scroll Our creeds arise and fall; The life of God within the soul Lives and outlasts them all.
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Romans 8:22

• [Rom 8:22] Almighty Father, Who Dost Give

  Almighty Father, who dost give The gift of life to all who live, Look down on all earth’s sin and strife, And lift us to a nobler life. Lift up our hearts, O King of kings, To brighter hopes and kindlier things; To visions of a larger good, And holier dreams of brotherhood. Thy world is weary of its pain; Of selfish greed and fruitless gain; Of tarnished honor, falsely strong, And all its ancient deeds of wrong. Hear Thou the prayer Thy servants pray, Uprising from all lands today, And o’er the vanquished powers of sin, O bring Thy great salvation in.

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• [Rom 8:22] Christ Is Coming!

  Christ is coming! Let creation From her groans and travail cease; Let the glorious proclamation Hope restore and faith increase; Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Come, Thou blessèd Prince of Peace. Earth can now but tell the story Of Thy bitter cross and pain; She shall yet behold Thy glory, When Thou comest back to reign; Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Let each heart repeat the strain. Though once cradled in a manger, Oft no pillow but the sod; Here an alien and a stranger, Mocked of men, disowned of God. Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Come, Thou blessèd Prince of Peace! Long Thine exiles have been pining, Far from rest, and home, and Thee; But, in heav’nly vestures shining, They their loving Lord shall see; Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Haste the joyous jubilee. With that blessèd hope before us, Let no harp remain unstrung; Let the mighty advent chorus Onward roll from tongue to tongue: “Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come!”

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• [Rom 8:22] Come, Lord, And Tarry Not

  Come, Lord, and tarry not; Bring the long looked for day; O why these years of waiting here, These ages of decay? Come, for Thy saints still wait; Daily ascends their sigh; The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come”; Does Thou not hear the cry? Come, for creation groans, Impatient of Thy stay, Worn out with these long years of ill, These ages of delay. Come, for love waxes cold, Its steps are faint and slow; Faith now is lost in unbelief, Hope’s lamp burns dim and low. Come in Thy glorious might, Come with the iron rod, Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, Most mighty Son of God! Come, and make all things new, Build up this ruined earth; Restore our faded Paradise, Creation’s second birth. Come, and begin Thy reign Of everlasting peace; Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, Great King of Righteousness.

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• [Rom 8:22] Father, When Shall All The Weary Earth

  Father, when shall all the weary earth Cease from sighing and ring out its mirth? Triumph in its grand, immortal birth, Into wondrous life with God. Refrain Christ is coming as the King of kings; Shout, ye ransomed, o’er the grace He brings; Hark! the whole earth with the welcome rings, Hallelujah, praise His Name! Savior, when shall my poor sinful soul On Thee all its sins and sorrow roll? Know Thy full salvation and be whole? When, my Jesus, wilt Thou come? Refrain Enter now upon Thy glorious reign! Come and raise to life what sin hath slain! O’er my heart and o’er the world regain Thy dominion! Jesus, come! Refrain

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• [Rom 8:22] Savior! Hasten Thine Appearing

  Savior! hasten Thine appearing; Take Thy waiting people home! ’Tis this hope, our spirits cheering, While we in the desert roam, Makes Thy people Strangers here till Thou shalt come. Lord! how long shall the creation Groan and travail sore in pain; Waiting for its sure salvation, When Thou shalt in glory reign, And like Eden, This sad earth shall bloom again? Reign, oh, reign! almighty Savior! Heaven and earth in one unite; Make it known that in Thy favor There alone is life and light. When we see Thee, We shall have unmixed delight.

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Romans 8:37

• [Rom 8:37] Cross Of Christ! Lead Onward

  Cross of Christ! lead onward, Through the holy war; In this sign we conquer, Now and evermore. Not of man the power, Not to man the fame; We are victors only In our Leader’s Name. Refrain Cross of Christ! lead onward, Through the holy war; In this sign we conquer Now and evermore. Not with pomp and pageant, Not in earthly pride; We must fight our battles Like the Crucified. Overcome by suff’ring, Conquer through defeat; Tried and tested daily In the furnace heat. Refrain Panoplied in graces, Bold, yet humbly meek; Resting while we’re working Strong, but ever weak. Timid, though courageous, Gaining as we give; Crucified with Jesus, Yet, in Him, we live. Refrain By a cloud encompassed, Witnesses above; Saints, apostles, prophets, Precious ones we love; While “advance” is sounding, Mounts the battle thrill. Cross of Christ! lead onward Where the Captain will. Refrain Marching in the pathway That the Master trod, Walks One daily with us Like the Son of God. To the end enduring, Armor ne’er laid down Till the cross leads upward To the blood bought crown. Refrain

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• [Rom 8:37] More Than Conquerors

  Through the cleansing blood of the dying Lamb, Through the pow’r of grace and the precious Name, Through the light that beams from the Morning Star, More than conquerors, conquerors we are. Refrain More than conquerors, more than conquerors, Through the cleansing blood of the dying Lamb, More than conquerors! more than conquerors, Through the pow’r of grace and the precious Name. Who shall sever us from the Savior’s love, Or shall blot our names from Life’s book above? Neither present things, nor the things to come, Shall defeat our souls of the heav’nly home. Refrain More than conquerors! There our Captain stands, While our names are graven upon His hands; Though the pow’rs of darkness against us frown, We shall win the fight, and shall wear the crown. Refrain

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