Romans 8:28

• [Rom 8:28] Begone Unbelief

  Begone unbelief, my Savior is near, And for my relief will surely appear: By prayer let me wrestle, and He wilt perform, With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. Though dark be my way, since He is my Guide, ’Tis mine to obey, ’tis His to provide; Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The Word He has spoken shall surely prevail. His love in time past forbids me to think He’ll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through. Determined to save, He watched o’er my path, When Satan’s blind slave, I sported with death; And can He have taught me to trust in His Name, And thus far have brought me, to put me to shame? Why should I complain of want or distress, Temptation or pain? He told me no less: The heirs of salvation, I know from His Word, Through much tribulation must follow their Lord. How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, Which He drank quite up, that sinners might live! His way was much rougher, and darker than mine; Did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine? Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food; Though painful at present, wilt cease before long, And then, O! how pleasant, the conqueror’s song!

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Romans 8:33

• [Rom 8:33] My Soul Complete In Jesus Stands

  My soul complete in Jesus stands! It fears no more the law’s demands; The smile of God is sweet within, Where all before was guilt and sin. My soul at rest in Jesus lives: Accepts the peace His pardon gives; Receives the grace His death secured, And pleads the anguish He endured. My soul its every foe defies, And cries—’tis God that justifies! Who charges God’s elect with sin? Shall Christ, who died their peace to win? A song of praise my soul shall sing To our eternal, glorious King! Shall worship humbly at His feet, In Whom alone it stands complete.

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• [Rom 8:33] Who Shall The Lord’s Elect Condemn?

  Who shall the Lord’s elect condemn? ’Tis God that justifies their souls; And mercy, like a mighty stream, O’er all their sins divinely rolls. Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? ’Tis Christ that suffered in their stead; And, the salvation to fulfill, Behold Him rising from the dead! He lives! He lives and sits above, For ever interceding there: Who shall divide us from His love? Or what should tempt us to despair? Shall persecution, or distress, Famine, or sword, or nakedness? He that hath loved us bears us through, And makes us more than conquerors too. Faith hath an overcoming power; It triumphs in the dying hour: Christ is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor can we sink with such a prop. Not all that men on earth can do, Nor powers on high, nor powers below, Shall cause His mercy to remove, Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.

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