Romans 8:1-13

• [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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• [Rom 8:2] O Spirit Of Life

  O Spirit of Life, O Spirit of God, In every need Thou bringest aid, Thou camest forth from God’s great throne, From God, the Father and the Son; O Spirit of Life, O Spirit of God. O Spirit of Life, O Spirit of God, Make us to love Thy sacred Word; The holy flame of love impart, That charity may warm each heart; O Spirit of Life, O Spirit of God. O Spirit of Life, O Spirit of God, Increase our faith in our dear Lord; Unless Thy grace the power should give, None can believe in Christ and live; O Spirit of Life, O Spirit of God. O Spirit of Life, O Spirit of God, Enlighten us by Thy blest Word; Teach us to know the Father’s love, And His dear Son, who reigns above: O Spirit of Life, O Spirit of God.

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• [Rom 8:9] Thy Home Is With The Humble, Lord

  Thy home is with the humble, Lord; The simplest are the best; Thy lodging is in childlike hearts; Thou makest there Thy rest. Dear Comforter, eternal Love, If Thou wilt stay with me, Of lowly thoughts and simple ways I’ll build a house for Thee. Who made this beating heart of mine But Thou, my heavenly Guest? Let no one have it, then, but Thee, And let it be Thy rest.
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• [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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