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2 Timotius 1:6

• [2Tim 1:6] Lord, With Glowing Heart I’d Praise Thee

  Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee, For the bliss Thy love bestows, For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows: Help, O God, my weak endeavor; This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise. Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away; Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling, Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear, And the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. Praise thy Savior God that drew thee To that cross, new life to give, Held a blood sealed pardon to thee, Bade thee look to Him and live. Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee, Roused thee from thy fatal ease; Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee, Praise the grace that whispered peace. Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express. Low before Thy footstool kneeling, Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless: Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure, Love’s pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth Thy praise.

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2 Timotius 4:1

• [2Tim 4:1] And Must I Be To Judgment Brought

  And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say? Yes, every secret of my heart, Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have done. How careful, then ought I to live, With what religious fear! Who such a strict account must give For my behavior here. Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow; So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. If now Thou standest at the door, O let me feel Thee near, And make my peace with God, before I at Thy bar appear. My peace Thou hast already made, While hanging on the tree; My sins He on Thy body laid, And punished them in Thee. Ah! might I, Lord, the virtue prove Of Thine atoning blood, And know Thou ever livest above, My Advocate with God. Receive the answer of Thy prayer, The sense of sin forgiven, And follow Thee with loving care, And go in peace to Heaven.

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• [2Tim 4:1] Day Is Surely Drawing Near, The

  The day is surely drawing near, When God’s Son, the Anointed, Shall with great majesty appear, As Judge of all appointed. All mirth and laughter then shall cease When flames on flames will still increase, As Scripture truly teacheth. A trumpet loud shall then resound, And all the earth be shaken; Then all who in their graves are found Shall from their sleep awaken. But all that live shall in that hour, By the Almighty’s boundless power Be changed at His commanding. A book is opened then to all, A record truly telling What each hath done, both great and small, When he on earth was dwelling; And every heart be clearly seen, And all be known as they have been, In thoughts and words and actions. Then woe to those who scorned the Lord, And sought but carnal pleasures, Who here despised His precious Word, And loved their earthly treasures! With shame and trembling they will stand, And at the Judge’s stern command To Satan be delivered. O Jesus, who my debt didst pay And for my sin wast smitten Within the Book of Life, oh, may My name be also written! I will not doubt; I trust in Thee, From Satan Thou hast made me free And from all condemnation. Therefore, my Intercessor be, And for Thy blood and merit Declare my name from judgment free, With all who life inherit; That I may see Thee face to face With all thy saints in that blest place Which Thou for us hast purchased. O Jesus Christ, do not delay, O hasten our salvation! We often tremble on our way In fear and tribulation. Then hear us when we cry to Thee; Come, mighty Judge, and make us free From every evil.

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• [2Tim 4:1] Judgment Has Set, The

  The judgment has set, the books have been opened; How shall we stand in that great day, When every thought, and word, and action, God, the righteous Judge, shall weigh? Refrain How shall we stand in that great day? How shall we stand in that great day? Shall we be found before Him wanting? Or with our sins all washed away? The work is begun with those who are sleeping, Soon will the living here be tried, Out of the books of God’s remembrance, His decision to abide. Refrain O, how shall we stand that moment of searching, When all our sins those books reveal? When from that court, each case decided, Shall be granted no appeal? Refrain

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• [2Tim 4:1] Mistful Are Our Waiting Eyes

  Mistful are our waiting eyes, As of them who saw Him rise From that mountain to the skies. Then the holy angels near Gave them tidings of good cheer: “Jesus shall again appear.” And we wait an angel’s cry, Piercing earthward from the sky: “Now, behold your Lord is nigh!” Yet, who shall abide that day, When the Judge with dread array Comes for universal sway? Dreadly shall His summons sweep, Heard by those who wake or sleep, On the height or in the deep: Heard by Life ’mid all its bloom, Heard by Death in every tomb— Terrible decree of doom. For the gathered souls who stand, Waiting that supreme command, He shall part on either hand. To those souls of quick and dead, “Come,” shall be the blessing said, “Go,” shall be the cursing dread. Lord, dwell in us now, we pray, That, in the dividing day, We be not the cast away! So shall we till Thou appear Blend, in longing eye and ear, Holy joy with holy fear!

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• [2Tim 4:1] Thou Judge Of Quick And Dead

  Thou Judge of quick and dead, before Whose bar severe, With holy joy, or guilty dread, we all shall soon appear; Our cautioned souls prepare for that tremendous day, And fill us now with watchful care, and stir us up to pray. To pray, and wait the hour, that wondrous hour unknown, When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from Heaven come down The immortal Son of Man, to judge the human race, With all Thy Father’s dazzling train, with all Thy glorious grace. To damp our earthly joys, to increase our gracious fears, For ever let the archangel’s voice be sounding in our ears; The solemn midnight cry, “Ye dead, the Judge is come, Arise, and meet Him in the sky, and meet your instant doom!” O may we thus be found obedient to His Word, Attentive to the trumpet’s sound, and looking for our Lord! O may we thus ensure a lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure an everlasting rest!

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