Romans 8:1

• [Rom 8:1] One Day I Traveled A Toilsome Road

  One day I traveled a toilsome road Over the hills of despair; One day I carried a weary load, Cumbered with toil and with care. Refrain The burden that once I carried is gone, is gone Of all my sins there remaineth not one, not one. Jesus, the Savior, hath ransomed me, Bearing my sins upon Calvary, Giving me glorious liberty; My burden of sin is gone. Gone is the night with its shadows drear; Morning hath dawned upon me. Gone is the burden of anxious fear; Freedom my portion shall be. Refrain No more the burden of guilt is mine; No more in bondage I dwell. Unto my glorious King divine Jubilant praises shall swell. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Romans 8:12-14

• [Rom 8:12] When This Passing World Is Done

  When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon glaring sun, When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o’er life’s finished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When I hear the wicked call, On the rocks and hills to fall, When I see them start and shrink On the fiery deluge brink, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When I stand before the throne, Dressed in beauty not my own, When I see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsinning heart, Then Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When the praise of Heav’n I hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters’ noise, Sweet as harp’s melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. Even on earth, as through a glass Darkly, let Thy glory pass, Make forgiveness feel so sweet, Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet, Even on earth, Lord, make me know Something of how much I owe. Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Savior’s side, By the Spirit sanctified, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark, as midnight’s gloomy shroud; But, when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light; Blessed Jesus! bid me show Doubting saints how much I owe. When in flowery paths I tread, Oft by sin I’m captive led; Oft I fall—but still arise— The Spirit comes—the tempter flies; Blessed Spirit! bid me show Weary sinners all I owe. Oft the nights of sorrow reign— Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; But a night Thine anger burns— Morning comes and joy returns; God of comforts! bid me show To Thy poor, how much I owe.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rom 8:14] Why Should The Children Of A King

  Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter! descend and bring Some tokens of Thy grace. Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of Heav’n? When wilt Thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiv’n? Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer’s blood; And bear Thy witness with my heart That I am born of God. Thou art the earnest of His love, The pledge of joys to come; And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal