Romans 8:9-16

• [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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• [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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• [Rom 8:15] Adopted

  O what a blessing, how can I express it? Out of the fullness of rapture I sing, Now by the Father received and adopted, I am a child and an heir of a King. Refrain I am adopted, O wonderful love, Heir to a heritage purchased above; Tell it, my soul, and joyfully sing, I am a child and an heir of a King. O what a Father, how tenderly gracious, O what a Savior to make me His care; Tho’ I have slighted, rejected, and grieved Him, Still He permits me His kingdom to share. Refrain O the unsearchable riches He giveth, Riches increasing from day unto day; Treasures in value all others excelling, Treasures that never will rust nor decay. Refrain When I have finished the work He appoints me, When I have ended my journey below, Then to my Father and Jesus my Savior, Home to a beautiful palace I go. Refrain

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• [Rom 8:15] God Our Father, We Adore Thee

  God, our Father, we adore Thee! We, Thy children, bless Thy Name! Chosen in the Christ before Thee, we are “holy without blame.” We adore Thee! We adore Thee! Abba’s praises we proclaim! We adore Thee! We adore Thee! Abba’s praises we proclaim! Son Eternal, we adore Thee! Lamb upon the throne on high! Lamb of God, we bow before Thee, Thou hast brought Thy people nigh! We adore Thee! We adore Thee! Son of God, who came to die! We adore Thee! We adore Thee! Son of God, who came to die! Holy Spirit, we adore Thee! Paraclete and heavenly Guest! Sent from God and from the Savior, Thou hast led us into rest. We adore Thee! We adore Thee! By Thy grace forever blessed: We adore Thee! We adore Thee! By Thy grace forever blessed! Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Three in One! We give Thee praise! For the riches we inherit, heart and voice to Thee we raise! We adore Thee! We adore Thee! Thee we bless, through endless days! We adore Thee! We adore Thee! Thee we bless, through endless days!

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• [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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