Romans 8:39

• [Rom 8:39] Far Out On The Desolate Billow

  Far out on the desolate billow The sailor sails the sea, Alone with the night and the tempest, Where countless dangers be; Yet never alone is the Christian, Who lives by faith and prayer; Refrain For God is a Friend unfailing, And God is everywhere. Far down in the earth’s dark bosom The miner mines the ore; Death lurks in the dark behind him, And hides in the rock before. Yet never alone is the Christian, Who lives by faith and prayer; Refrain Forth into the dreadful battle The steadfast soldier goes; No friend, when he lies adying, His eyes to kiss and close. Yet never alone is the Christian, Who lives by faith and prayer; Refrain Lord, grant as we sail life’s ocean, Or delve in its mines of woe, Or fight in its terrible conflict, This comfort all to know, That never alone is the Christian, Who lives by faith and prayer; Refrain

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• [Rom 8:39] Lord, Guard And Guide The Men Who Fly

  Lord, guide and guide the men who fly Through the great spaces of the sky; Be with them traversing the air In darkening storms or sunshine fair. Thou who dost keep with tender might The balanced birds in all their flight, Thou of the tempered winds, be near, That, having Thee, they know no fear. Control their minds with instinct fit What time, adventuring, they quit The firm security of land; Grant steadfast eye and skillful hand. Aloft in solitudes of space, Uphold them with Thy saving grace. O God, protect the men who fly Through lonely ways beneath the sky.

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• [Rom 8:39] Love Of The Father

  Love of the Father, love of God the Son, From Whom all came, in Whom was all begun; Who formest heavenly beauty out of strife, Creation’s whole desire and breath of life. Thou the all holy, Thou supreme in might, Thou dost give peace, Thy presence maketh right; Thou with Thy favor all things dost enfold, With Thine all kindness free from harm wilt hold. Hope of all comfort, splendor of all aid, That dost not fail nor leave the heart afraid; To all that cry Thou dost all help accord, The angels’ armor, and the saints’ reward. Purest and highest, wisest and most just, There is no truth, save only in Thy trust; Thou dost the mind from earthly dreams recall, And bring through to Christ to Him for whom are all. Eternal glory, all men Thee adore, Who art and shalt be worshipped evermore; Us whom Thou madest, comfort with Thy might, And lead us to enjoy Thy heavenly light.

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• [Rom 8:39] Neither Height, Nor Depth, Nor Breadth

  The chords of love bind me above To One who never changes; Nor time, nor space can e’er efface, His boundless love for me. Refrain Neither height, nor depth, nor breadth, shall separate me From the love of Him who shed His precious blood; Neither height, nor depth, nor breadth, shall separate me From the love of God. Refrain The price He gave, my soul to save, Upon the cross of anguish; The shame and woe, O who can know, How much He cared for me. Refrain His love complete, with joys replete, Supplies my every longing; It brings no pain, no loss, but gain, The love He gives to me.

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• [Rom 8:39] Savior Died, But Rose Again, The

  The Savior died, but rose again Triumphant from the grave; And pleads our cause at God’s right hand, Omnipotent to save. Who, then, can e’er divide us more From Jesus and His love; Or break the sacred chain that binds The earth to Heav’n above? Let troubles rise, and terrors frown, And days of darkness fall; Through Him all dangers we’ll defy, And more than conquer all. Nor death, nor life, nor earth nor hell, Nor time’s destroying sway, Can e’er efface us from His heart, Or make His love decay.

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• [Rom 8:39] To Realms Beyond The Sounding Sea

  To realms beyond the sounding sea, Thy hand has led our sons afar; Lord, give them grace to live for Thee; Be still their Shield and Guiding Star. Bless with success their daily toils; Strength for each hour’s demands impart; With fruitful seasons, genial soils, O give a grateful, trusting heart. Though exiled from the fatherland, Its temple-homes of praise and prayer, May they, on yonder distant strand, A house for God with gladness rear. There make the places of Thy feet Most glorious—there Thy grace display; That myriads thence Thy smile may greet, When heaven and earth have passed away.

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  source: Cyberhymnal