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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 2:28

• [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 4:2

• [1Yoh 4:2] Christians, Sing Out With Exultation

  Christians, sing out with exultation, And praise your Benefactor’s Name! Today the Author of salvation, The Father’s well belovèd came. Of undefilèd virgin mother An Infant, all divine, was born, And God Himself became your Brother Upon this happy Christmas morn. In Him eternal might and power To human weakness hath inclined; And this poor Child brings richest dower Of gifts and graces to mankind. While here His Majesty disguising, A servant’s form the Master wears, Behold the beams of glory rising, E’en from His poverty and tears. A stable serves Him for a dwelling, And for a bed a manger mean; Yet o’er His head, His advent telling, A new and wondrous star is seen. Angels rehearse to men the story, The joyful story of His birth; To Him they raise the anthem—“Glory To God on high, and peace on earth!” For through this holy Incarnation The primal curse is done away; And blessèd peace o’er all creation Hath shed its pure and gentle ray. Then, in that heavenly concert joining, O Christian men, with one accord, Your voices tunefully combining, Salute the birthday of your Lord!

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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