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1 Yohanes 2:17

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1 Yohanes 2:4-5

• [1Yoh 2:4] Who Keepeth Not God’s Word

  Who keepeth not God’s Word, yet saith, “I know the Lord,” is wrong; In him is not that blessèd faith Through which the truth is strong; But he who hears and keeps the Word, Is not of this world, but of God. The faith His Word hath caused to shine Will kindle love in thee; More wouldst thou know of things divine, Deeper thy love must be; True faith not only gives thee light, But strength to love and do the right. Jesus hath washed away our sin, And we are children now; Who feels such hope as this within, To evil cannot bow; Rather with Christ all scorn endure, So we be like our Maker pure! For he doth please the Father well Who simply can obey; In him the love of God doth dwell Who steadfast keeps His way; A daily active life of love, Such fruits a living faith must prove. He is in God, and God in him, Who still abides in love; ’Tis love that makes the cherubim Obey and praise above; For God is love, the loveless heart Hath in His life and joy no part.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Yohanes 2:15

• [1Yoh 2:15] What Is The World To Me?

  What is the world to me, With all its vaunted pleasure When Thou, and Thou alone, Lord Jesus, art my Treasure! Thou only, dearest Lord, My soul’s Delight shalt be; Thou art my Peace, my Rest— What is the world to me? The world is like a cloud And like a vapor fleeting, A shadow that declines, Swift to its end retreating. My Jesus doth abide, Though all things fade and flee; My everlasting Rock— What is the world to me? The world seeks to be praised And honored by the mighty, Yet never once reflects That they are frail and flighty. But what I truly prize Above all things is He, My Jesus, He alone— What is the world to me? The world seeks after wealth And all that Mammon offers, Yet never is content Though gold should fill it coffers. I have a higher good, Content with it I’ll be: My Jesus is my Wealth— What is the world to me? The world is sorely grieved Whenever it is slighted Or when its hollow fame And honor have been blighted. Christ, Thy reproach I bear Long as it pleaseth Thee; I’m honored by my Lord— What is the world to me? The world with wanton pride Exalts its sinful pleasures And for them foolishly Gives up the heavenly treasures. Let others love the world With all its vanity; I love the Lord, my God— What is the world to me? The world abideth not; Lo, like a flash ’twill vanish; With all it gorgeous pomp Pale death it cannot banish; Its riches pass away, And all its joys must flee; But Jesus doth abide— What is the world to me? What is the world to me? My Jesus is my Treasure, My Life, my Health, my Wealth, My Friend, my Love, my Pleasure, My Joy, my Crown, my All, My Bliss eternally. Once more, then, I declare— What is the world to me?

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  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Yohanes 5:14

• [1Yoh 5:14] Jesus, My Strength, My Hope

  Jesus, my Strength, my Hope, On Thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hear’st my prayer. Give me on Thee to wait Till I can all things do; On Thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye That looks to Thee when sin is near And sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard And watching unto prayer. I want a heart to pray, To pray and never cease, Never to murmur at Thy stay, Or wish my sufferings less. This blessing, above all, Always to pray, I want, Out of the deep on Thee to call, And never, never faint. I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threat’ning or reward To Thee and Thy great Name. A jealous, just concern For Thine immortal praise; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify Thy grace. I rest upon Thy Word; The promise is for me; My comfort and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee. But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love. I want with all my heart Thy pleasure to fulfill, To know myself, and what Thou art, And what Thy perfect will. I want I know not what, I want my wants to see, I want—alas! what want I not, When Thou art not in me?

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  source: Cyberhymnal