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1 Timotius 3:1

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1 Timotius 1:15

• [1Tim 1:15] Chief Of Sinners

  Chief of sinners though I be, Jesus shed His blood for me; Died that I might live on high, Died that I might never die; As the branch is to the vine, I am His, and He is mine. O the height of Jesus’ love! Higher than the Heaven above; Deeper than the deepest sea, Lasting as eternity; Love that found me—wondrous thought! Found me when I sought Him not! Jesus only can impart Balm to heal the smitten heart; Peace that flows from sin forgiven, Joy that lifts the soul to Heaven; Faith and hope to walk with God In the way that Enoch trod. Chief of sinners though I be, Christ is all in all to me; All my wants to Him are known, All my sorrows are His own; Safe with Him from earthly strife, He sustains the hidden life. O my Savior, help afford By Thy Spirit and Thy Word! When my wayward heart would stray, Keep me in the narrow way; Grace in time of need supply While I live and when I die.

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• [1Tim 1:15] O Christ, Redeemer Of Our Race

  O Christ, Redeemer of our race, Thou Brightness of the Father’s face, Of Him, and with Him ever One, Ere times and seasons had begun. Thou art that very Light of Light, Unfailing hope in sin’s dark night, Hear Thou the prayers Thy people pray, The wide world o’er, this blessèd day. Remember, Lord of life and grace, How once, to save a ruined race, Thou didst our very flesh assume In Mary’s undefilèd womb. Today, as year by year its light Sheds o’er the world a radiance bright, One precious truth is echoed on, “’Tis Thou hast saved us, Thou alone.” Thou from the Father’s throne didst come To call His banished children home; And Heav’n, and earth, and sea and shore His love Who sent Thee here adore. And gladsome too are we today, Whose guilt Thy blood has washed away; Redeemed the new made song we sing; It is the birthday of our King. O Lord, the Virgin born, to Thee Eternal praise and glory be, Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost forevermore.

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1 Timotius 3:1

• [1Tim 3:1] O Thou Whose All Redeeming Might

  O Thou Whose all redeeming might Crowns every chief in faith’s true fight, On this commemoration day Hear us, good Jesu, while we pray. In faithful strife for Thy dear Name Thy servant earned the saintly fame, Which pious hearts with praise revere In constant memory year by year. Earth’s fleeting joys he counted naught, For higher, truer joys he sought, And now, with angels round the Thy throne, Unfading treasures are his own. O grant that we, most gracious God, May follow in the steps he trod; And, freed from every stain of sin, As he hath won may also win. To Thee, O Christ, our loving King, All glory, praise, and thanks we bring; Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost forevermore.

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1 Timotius 4:9-10

• [1Tim 4:10] Eternal One, Thou Living God

  Eternal One, Thou living God, Whom changing years unchanged reveal, With Thee their way our fathers trod; The hand they held, in ours we feel. The same our trust, the same our need, In sorrow’s stress, in duty’s hour; We keep their faith, by Thee decreed, That faith the fount of all our power. We bless Thee for the growing light; Th’advancing thought, the wid’ning view, The larger freedom, clearer sight, Which from the old unfolds the new. With wider view, come loftier goal; With fuller light, more good to see; With freedom, truer self control, With knowledge, deeper reverence be. Anew we pledge ourselves to Thee, To follow where Thy truth shall lead; Afloat upon its boundless sea, Who sails with God is safe indeed!

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• [1Tim 4:10] Lord Is Our Trust, The

  I know not where the path may lead, How dark the way that I must tread; My feet may walk on fragrant mead, Or midst deep bogs that ’round them spread. Refrain But this I know, whate’er betide, I need not fear nor walk alone; I still may have One at my side, And feel my hand within His own. I may not have strength of my own, To do the task before me laid; Heart shrink to make the fight alone Against the foe I see arrayed. Refrain But this I know, whate’er the task, Or foe that seeks my soul’s alarm, I need not fear; I need but ask The helpful strength of His strong arm. Refrain I may not know what waits the day, Nor part the veil that hangs between; I may not glimpse one golden ray Upon the further distant scene. Refrain But this I know, if with my best I played the part I had to play, ’Tis safe to leave to Him the rest, For His own time, in His own way. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal