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1 Yohanes 1:9

1 Yohanes 2:1

1 Yohanes 3:1

1 Yohanes 3:8

1 Yohanes 4:9

1 Yohanes 5:20

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1 Yohanes 1:9

• [1Yoh 1:9] Father, Whose Love We Have Wronged By Transgression

  Father, whose love we have wronged by transgression Christ, who wast nailed for our sins on the tree, Spirit, who givest the grace of repentance; Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Jesu, adorable Savior of sinners, Author of penitence, Hope of our souls, Plentiful Fountain of grace and compassion; Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Thou Who didst empty Thyself of Thy glory, Thou Who Thy parents on earth didst obey, Thou Who for our sake enduredst temptation, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Thou Who hast shown us the love of the Father, Meeting with mercy the prodigal son, Sonship and home to the lost one restoring, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Jesu, who once by the well to the sinner Clearly the sins of her heart did reveal, Leading her gently to faith and repentance, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Thou Who didst enter the house of Zaccheus, Blessing his faith and accepting his love, When for wrongdoing he made restitution, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Christ, with the Twelve the last Passover keeping, Ere on the cross the true Lamb should be slain, Sacrifice offered for all and for ever, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Jesu, alone with the blood-sweat upon Thee, Jesu, in agony bowed to the earth, Jesu, Thy will to the Father resigning, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Jesu, from Annas to Caiaphas hurried, Blindfolded, stricken, and falsely accused, Rudely blasphemed, and declared a blasphemer, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Jesu, denied by Thine eager Apostle, Whom with a look Thou didst straightway recall, Moving him straightway to tears and contrition; Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. Thou Who wast wounded to heal our transgression, Lifted on high to draw all men to Thee, There on the cross in Thy majesty reigning, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. That Thou wouldst draw us to heartfelt contrition, That Thou wouldst help us our sins to confess, That Thou wouldst grant us the grace of amendment, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord. That we may bring forth works meet for repentance, That we give place to the devil no more, That Thou wouldst lead us to sure perseverance, Hear us, we pray Thee, good Lord.

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• [1Yoh 1:9] He, Whose Confession God Of Old Accepted

  He, whose confession God of old accepted, Whom through the ages all now hold in honor, Gaining his guerdon this day came to enter Heaven’s high portal. God-fearing, watchful, pure of mind and body, Holy and humble, thus did all men find him, While, through his members, to the life immortal Mortal life called him. Thus to the weary, from the life enshrinèd, Potent in virtue, flowed humane compassion; Sick and sore laden, howsoever burdened, There they found healing. So now in chorus, giving God the glory, Raise we our anthem gladly to his honor, That in fair kinship we may all be sharers Here and hereafter. Honor and glory, power and salvation, Be in the highest unto Him Who reigneth Changeless in Heaven over earthly changes Triune, eternal.

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• [1Yoh 1:9] No, Not Despairingly

  No, not despairingly come I to Thee; No, not distrustingly bend I the knee: Sin hath gone over me, yet is this still my plea, Jesus hath died. Ah! mine iniquity crimson hath been, Infinite, infinite—sin upon sin: Sin of not loving Thee, sin of not trusting Thee— Infinite sin. Lord, I confess to Thee sadly my sin; All I am tell with Thee, all I have been: Purge Thou my sin away, wash Thou my soul this day; Lord, make me clean. Faithful and just art Thou, forgiving all; Loving and kind art Thou when poor ones call: Lord, let the cleansing blood, blood of the Lamb of God, Pass o’er my soul. Then all is peace and light this soul within; Thus shall I walk with Thee, the loved Unseen; Leaning on Thee, my God, guided along the road, Nothing between.

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• [1Yoh 1:9] O God, To Know That Thou Art Just

  O God, to know that Thou art just Gives hope and peace within; We could not in a mercy trust Which takes no count of sin. I fain would open to Thy sight My utmost wickedness; Set, Lord, in Thy most searching light What I have done amiss. No stern and needless law was Thine— Hard to be understood— But plainly read in every line, Holy, and just, and good. Though basely weak my fallen race, And masterful my foes, I had th’omnipotence of grace To conquer, if I chose. Well did I know the tender Heart I outraged by my sin, Yet with the world I would not part, Nor reign my passions in. My fault it was, O Lord, most high, And not my fate alone: Thou canst not suffer sin, nor I In any way atone. Yet there’s a plea that I may trust— Christ died that I might live! Cleanse me, my God, for Thou art just; Be faithful, and forgive.

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1 Yohanes 2:1

• [1Yoh 2:1] Come, Let Us Lift Our Joyful Eyes

  Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love. Once ’twas a seat of dreadful wrath, And shot devouring flame; Our God appeared “consuming fire,” And Vengeance was His Name. Rich were the drops of Jesus’ blood That calmed His frowning face, That sprinkled o’er the burning throne, And turned the wrath to grace. Now we may bow before His feet, And venture near the Lord; No fiery cherub guards His seat, Nor double-flaming sword. The peaceful gates of heav’nly bliss Are opened by the Son; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th’almighty throne. To Thee ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high; And glory to th’eternal King, That lays His fury by.

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• [1Yoh 2:1] Dread Hath Come On Me, A

  A dread hath come on me, I know not where to flee, My pow’rs can naught avail me; My trembling limbs grow weak, My lips refuse to speak, My heart and senses fail me. For thinking on that sound That once shall pierce the ground And make its slumb’rers tremble, “Arise! the Day of Doom Is come at last—is come! Before the Judge assemble!” Ah God! no tempest’s shock That cleaves the solid rock Could make my spirit shiver As doth that awful tone; Were my heart steel or stone ’Twould hear that voice and quiver. I eat, or wake, or sleep, I talk, or smile, or weep, Yet still that voice of thunder Is sounding through my heart— “Forget not what thou art, The doom thou liest under!” For daily do I see How many deaths there be, How swiftly all things wither; How sickness fills the grave, Or fire, or sword, or wave Is sweeping thousands thither. My turn will soon be here, The end is drawing near, I hear its warning plainly; Death knocketh at my door And tells me all is o’er, And I would fly him vainly. Ah! who in this my strait Will be mine Advocate? Will all things leave me friendless? My wealth and power are dust, This Judge is ever just, His righteous doom is endless. Lord Jesus Christ! ’tis Thou Alone canst help me now, But ’twas for this Thou camest, To save us in this hour— Then show Thy mercy’s power, For they are safe Thou claimest. Speak Thou for me! Thou art The refuge of my heart; With gladness let me hear Thee; Bid me to Thee ascend, Where praise shall never end, And love shall aye be near Thee.

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• [1Yoh 2:1] Everlasting Song, The

  Come, O my soul, my ev’ry pow’r awaking, Look unto Him Whose goodness crowns thy days; While into song angelic choirs are breaking, O let thy voice its thankful tribute bring. Refrain Tell how alone the path of death He trod; Tell how He lives, thine Advocate with God; Lift up thy voice, while Heav’n’s triumphant throng, Swell at His feet the everlasting song. Think, O my soul, now patiently He sought thee, Far, far away upon the mountain steep; Then in His arms how tenderly He brought thee, Home to His fold, a weary, wand’ring sheep. Refrain Sing, O my soul, and let thy pure devotion Rise to His throne, thy Savior, Friend, and Guide; Sing of His love that, like a mighty ocean, Flows unto thee, and all the world beside. Refrain Soon, O my soul, thine earthly house forsaking, Soon shalt thou rise the better world to see; Then will thy harp, a nobler strain awaking, Praise Him Who died to purchase life for thee. Refrain

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• [1Yoh 2:1] Jesus, My Advocate Above

  Jesus, my Advocate above, My Friend before the throne of love, If now for me prevails Thy prayer, If now I find Thee pleading there, If Thou the secret wish convey, And sweetly prompt my heart to pray; Hear, and my weak petitions join, Almighty Advocate, to Thine. Fain would I know my utmost ill, And groan my nature’s weight to feel, To feel the clouds that round me roll, The night that hangs upon my soul, The darkness of my carnal mind, My will perverse, my passions blind, Scattered o’er all the earth abroad, Immeasurably far from God. Jesus, my heart’s desire obtain! My earnest suit present, and gain; My fulness of corruption show, The knowledge of myself bestow; A deeper displacence at sin, A sharper sense of hell within, A stronger struggling to get free, A keener appetite for Thee. O sovereign Love, to Thee I cry, Give me Thyself, or else I die! Save me from death, from hell set free, Death, hell, are but the want of Thee. Quickened by Thy imparted flame, Saved, when possessed of Thee, I am; My life, my only heaven Thou art, O might I feel Thee in my heart!

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• [1Yoh 2:1] O Thou, The Contrite Sinner’s Friend

  O Thou, the contrite sinner’s Friend, Who loving, lov’st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me. When weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, Then, Savior, plead for me. When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from Thine and wisdom’s way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Savior, plead for me. When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms infold, And plead, O plead for me. And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in Heav’n for me. When the full light of heavenly day Reveals my sins in dread array, Say Thou hast washed them all away; O say, Thou plead’st for me!

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• [1Yoh 2:1] When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend

  When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend, And plead with Thee for mercy there, Think of the sinner’s dying Friend, And for His sake receive my prayer. O think not of my shame and guilt, My thousand stains of deepest dye; Think of the blood which Jesus spilt, And let that blood my pardon buy. Think, Lord, how I am still Thine own, The trembling creature of Thy hand; Think how my heart to sin is prone, And what temptations round me stand. O think upon Thy holy Word, And every plighted promise there; How prayer should evermore be heard, And how Thy glory is to spare. O think not of my doubts and fears, My strivings with Thy grace divine; Think upon Jesus’ woes and tears, And let His merits stand for mine. Thine eyes, Thine ear, they are not dull; Thine arm can never shortened be; Behold me here; my heart is full; Behold, and spare, and succor me.

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1 Yohanes 2:28

• [1Yoh 2:28] When Rising From The Bed Of Death

  When rising from the bed of death, O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear? If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought; When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear? But Thou hast told the troubled mind Who does her sins lament, The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent. Then see the sorrow of my heart, Ere yet it be too late; And hear my Savior’s dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows Thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.

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1 Yohanes 1:3

• [1Yoh 1:3] How Can We Sinners Know

  How can we sinners know Our sins on earth forgiven? How can my gracious Savior show My name inscribed in heaven? What we have felt and seen, With confidence we tell, And publish to the ends of earth The signs infallible. We who in Christ believe That He for us hath died, We all His unknown peace receive And feel His blood applied. Exults for joy our rising soul, Disburthened of her load, And swells, unutterably full Of glory and of God. His love surpasses far The love of all beneath, We find within, and dare The pointless darts of death. Stronger than death, or sin, or hell, The mystic power we prove, And conquerors of the world we dwell In heaven, who dwell in love. We by His Spirit prove And know the things of God, The things which freely of His love He hath on us bestowed. The meek and lowly heart That in our Savior was, To us that Spirit doth impart And sign us with His cross. Our nature’s turned, our mind Transformed in all its powers, And both the witnesses are joined, The Spirit of God with ours. His glory is our sole design, We live our God to please, And rise with filial fear divine To perfect holiness. The Spirit of my God Hath certified Him mine, And all the tokens showed, Infallible, divine. Hereby the pardoned sinner knows His sins on earth forgiven, And thus my gracious Savior shows My name inscribed in Heaven.

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1 Yohanes 3:1

• [1Yoh 3:1] Behold The Amazing Gift Of Love

  Behold th’amazing gift of love The Father hath bestowed On us, the sinful sons of men, To call us sons of God! Concealed as yet this honor lies, By this dark world unknown, A world that knew not when He came, Even God’s eternal Son. High is the rank we now possess; But higher we shall rise; Though what we shall hereafter be Is hid from mortal eyes. Our souls, we know, when He appears, Shall bear His image bright; For all His glory, full disclosed, Shall open to our sight. A hope so great, and so divine, May trials well endure; And purge the soul from sense and sin, As Christ Himself is pure. Behold what wondrous grace The Father hath bestow’d On sinners of a mortal race To call them Sons of God! ’Tis no surprising thing, That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God’s everlasting Son. Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin As Christ the Lord is pure. If in my Father’s love I share a filial part, Send down Thy Spirit like a dove, To rest upon my heart. We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And Thou the kindred own.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Behold, What Love!

  Behold, what love, what boundless love, The Father hath bestowed On sinners lost, that we should be Now called “the sons of God!” Refrain Behold, what manner of love! What manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, That we, that we should be called, Should be called the sons of God! No longer far from Him but now By “precious blood” made nigh, Accepted in the “Well beloved,” Near to God’s heart we lie. Refrain What we in glory soon shall be, It doth not yet appear; But when our precious Lord we see, We shall His image bear. Refrain With such a blessèd hope in view, We would more holy be, More like our risen, glorious Lord, Whose face we soon shall see. Refrain

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Behold What Wondrous Grace

  Behold what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! ’Tis no surprising thing That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God’s everlasting Son. Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Savior here, We shall be like our Head. A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. If in my Father’s love I share a filial part, Send down Thy Spirit like a dove, To rest upon my heart. We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Behold, What Wondrous Love And Grace

  Behold, what wondrous love and grace! When we were wretched and undone, To save our ruined, helpless race, The Father gave His only Son! Of twice ten thousand gifts divine, No gift like this could ever shine. Jesus, to save us from our fall, Was made incarnate here below; This was the greatest gift of all— Heaven could no greater gift bestow: On Him alone our sins were laid; He died, and now the ransom’s paid. O gift of love unspeakable! O gift of mercy all divine! We once were slaves of death and hell, But now we in His image shine. For other gifts our songs we raise, But this demands our highest praise. Praise shall employ these tongues of ours Till we, with all the hosts above, Extol His Name with nobler powers, Lost in the ocean of His love: While angel choirs with wonder gaze, We’ll fill the heavens with shouts of praise.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Blessed Are The Sons Of God

  Blessèd are the sons of God, They are bought with Christ’s own blood; They are ransomed from the grave, Life eternal they shall have: With them numbered may we be, Here and in eternity. They are justified by grace, They enjoy the Savior’s peace; All their sins are washed away, They shall stand in God’s great day; With them numbered may we be, Here and in eternity. They are lights upon the earth, Children of a heavenly birth; One with God, with Jesus one; Glory is in them begun: With them numbered may we be, Here and in eternity.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Children Of The Heavenly Father

  Children of the heav’nly Father Safely in His bosom gather; Nestling bird nor star in Heaven Such a refuge e’er was given. God His own doth tend and nourish; In His holy courts they flourish; From all evil things He spares them; In His mighty arms He bears them. Neither life nor death shall ever From the Lord His children sever; Unto them His grace He showeth, And their sorrows all He knoweth. Though He giveth or He taketh, God His children ne’er forsaketh; His the loving purpose solely To preserve them pure and holy. Lo, their very hairs He numbers, And no daily care encumbers Them that share His ev’ry blessing And His help in woes distressing. Praise the Lord in joyful numbers: Your Protector never slumbers. At the will of your Defender Ev’ry foeman must surrender.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Come, Let Us A Sing Of A Wonderful Love

  Come, let us sing of a wonderful love, Tender and true, tender and true, Out of the heart of the Father above, Streaming to me and to you: Wonderful love, wonderful love, Dwells in the heart of the Father above. Jesus the Savior this Gospel to tell Joyfully came, joyfully came, Came with the helpless and hopeless to dwell, Sharing their sorrow and shame: Seeking the lost, seeking the lost, Saving, redeeming at measureless cost. Jesus is seeking the wanderers yet; Why do they roam? Why do they roam? Love only waits to forgive and forget; Home, weary wanderers, home! Wonderful love, wonderful love, Dwells in the heart of the Father above. Come to my heart, O thou wonderful love! Come and abide, come and abide, Lifting my life till it rises above Envy and falsehood and pride: Seeking to be, seeking to be, Lowly and humble, a learner of thee.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Father, Loving Father

  Father, loving Father, Hear Thy children’s call; With Thy love enfold us, And protect us all. From the dawn’s first glimmer, To the close of day May we feel Thee near us On our earthly way. And from evening prayer time Through the dark of night, Let us rest in quietness Until morn brings light. Teach our tongues to praise Thee In the hymns we sing; Teach our hearts to love Thee As our voices ring.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] I Belong To The King

  I belong to the King; I’m a child of His love, I shall dwell in His palace so fair, For He tells of its bliss in yon heaven above, And His children in splendor shall share. Refrain I belong to the King; I’m a child of His love, And he never forsaketh His own. He will call me some day to His palace above; I shall dwell by His glorified throne. I belong to the King, and He loves me I know, For His mercy and kindness so free Are unceasingly mine wheresoever I go, And my Refuge unfailing is He. Refrain I belong to the King, and His promise is sure: That we all shall be gathered at last In His kingdom above, by life’s waters so pure, When this life with its trials is past. Refrain

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• [1Yoh 3:1] It’s Just Like His Great Love

  A friend I have called Jesus, whose love is strong and true, And never fails howe’er ’tis tried, no matter what I do; I’ve sinned against this love of His, but when I knelt to pray, Confessing all my guilt to Him, the sin clouds rolled away. Refrain It’s just like Jesus to roll the clouds away, It’s just like Jesus to keep me day by day, It’s just like Jesus all along the way, It’s just like His great love. Sometimes the clouds of trouble bedim the sky above, I cannot see my Savior’s face, I doubt His wondrous love; But He, from Heaven’s mercy seat, beholding my despair, In pity bursts the clouds between, and shows me He is there. Refrain When sorrow’s clouds o’ertake me, and break upon my head, When life seems worse than useless, and I were better dead; I take my grief to Jesus then, nor do I go in vain, For heavenly hope He gives that cheers like sunshine after rain. Refrain O, I could sing forever of Jesus’ love divine, Of all His care and tenderness for this poor life of mine; His love is in and over all, and wind and waves obey, When Jesus whispers “Peace, be still!” and rolls the clouds away. Refrain

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• [1Yoh 3:1] O Father, We Would Thank Thee

  O Father, we would thank Thee For all Thy love has given, Our present joy of sonship, Our future joy in Heaven; The life which sin had blighted So wondrously restored By our mysterious union With Jesus Christ our Lord. Rich gifts of life and gladness— A new and heav’nly birth, Baptismal waters flowing To cleanse the sons of earth; The strength in which to follow The steps that Jesus trod; And love beyond all knowledge Which calls us sons of God. O mercy all abundant Bestowed on us today! O hope of future glory Which fadeth not away! By God’s great love begotten To living hope and sure, May we at Christ’s appearing Be pure as He is pure. For all Thy gifts, O Father, Our hymns of praise arise— The love which calls us children, The hope which purifies; The grace by which we offer A service glad and free; The earnest of perfection, Of fuller life with Thee.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Our Father’s Love

  Our Father’s love, so vast and boundless— His arms of mercy opened wide— Has sent His Son on earth to save us Through nail-pierced hands and wounded side. Lord Jesus Christ, the Cross You’ve taken Has lifted up and set us free To live in oneness with each other In perfect peace and harmony. Fill me, Lord, with Your Holy Spirit That I may know and do Your will; Grant me the grace to trust You daily, And love within my heart instill. And at the time when I am dying, May Jesus come and life restore, Calling me from my grave to meet Him To live with Him for evermore.

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Wonderful Message

  Tell it to others as onward you go, Wonderful message of love; Send it from hearts that with joy overflow, Wonderful message of love. Refrain Wonderful message, beautiful message, Sent by the Father above; Wonderful message, life giving message, Marvelous message of love. Tell how it brightens each step of the way, Wonderful message of love; Tell it to those who from God are astray, Wonderful message of love. Refrain Sweeter it seems every time it is told, Wonderful message of love; Tell it, till safe in the city of gold, Wonderful message of love. Refrain

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• [1Yoh 3:1] Wonderful Story Of Love

  Wonderful story of love; Tell it to me again; Wonderful story of love; Wake the immortal strain! Angels with rapture announce it, Shepherds with wonder receive it; Sinner, O won’t you believe it? Refrain Wonderful story of love, Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful, wonderful story of love. Wonderful story of love; Though you are far away; Wonderful story of love; Still He doth call today; Calling from Calvary’s mountain, Down from the crystal bright fountain, E’en from the dawn of creation, Refrain Wonderful story of love; Jesus provides a rest; Wonderful story of love; For all the pure and blest, Rest in those mansions above us, With those who’ve gone on before us, Singing the rapturous chorus, Refrain

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1 Yohanes 5:20

• [1Yoh 5:20] We All Believe In One True God

  We all believe in one true God, Who created earth and Heaven, The Father, who to us in love Hath the right of children given. He both soul and body feedeth, All we need He doth provide us; He thro’ snares and perils leadeth, Watching that no harm betide us. He careth for us day and night, All things are governed by His might. We all believe in Jesus Christ, His own Son, our Lord, possessing An equal Godhead, throne, and might, Source of every grace and blessing. Born of Mary, virgin mother, By the power of the Spirit, Made true man, our elder Brother, That the lost might life inherit. Was crucified for sinful men And raised by God to life again. We all confess the Holy Ghost, Who sweet grace and comfort giveth And with the Father and the Son In eternal glory liveth; Who the Church, His own creation, Keeps in unity of Spirit. Here forgiveness and salvation Daily come thro’ Jesus’ merit. All flesh shall rise, and we shall be In bliss with God eternally.

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