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2 Korintus 5:1

• [2Kor 5:1] There Is A House Not Made With Hands

  There is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high; And here my spirit waiting stands, Till God shall bid it fly. Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolved and fall; Then, O my soul! with joy obey Thy heav’nly Father’s call. ’Tis He, by His almighty grace, That forms Thee fit for Heav’n; And, as an earnest of the place, Has His own Spirit giv’n. We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith lives upon His Word; But while the body is our home, We’re absent from the Lord. ’Tis pleasant to believe Thy grace, But we had rather see; We would be absent from the flesh And present, Lord, with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

2 Korintus 10:3-4

• [2Kor 10:3] Sing, My Tongue, The Glorious Battle

  Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle, Sing the ending of the fray; Now above the cross, the trophy, Sound the loud triumphant lay: Tell how Christ the world’s Redeemer, As a victim won the day. He, our Maker, deeply grieving That the first made Adam fell, When he ate the fruit forbidden Whose reward was death and hell, Marked e’en then this Tree the ruin Of the first tree to dispel. Tell how, when at length the fullness, Of th’appointed time was come, Christ, the Word, was born of woman, Left for us His heavenly home; Showed us human life made perfect, Shone as light amid the gloom. Lo! He lies an Infant weeping, Where the narrow manger stands, While the Mother-Maid His members Wraps in mean and lowly bands, And the swaddling clothes is winding Round His helpless feet and hands. Thus, with thirty years accomplished, Went He forth from Nazareth, Destined, dedicated, willing, Wrought His work, and met His death. Like a lamb He humbly yielded On the cross His dying breath. There the nails and spears He suffers, Vinegar, and gall, and reed; From His sacred body piercèd Blood and water both proceed; Precious flood, which all creation From the stain of sin hath freed. Faithful cross, thou sign of triumph, Now for us the noblest tree, None in foliage, none in blossom, None in fruit thy peer may be; Symbol of the world’s redemption, For the weight that hung on thee! Bend thy boughs, O tree of glory! Thy relaxing sinews bend; For awhile the ancient rigor That thy birth bestowed, suspend; And the King of heavenly beauty On thy bosom gently tend! Thou alone wast counted worthy This world’s ransom to sustain, That a shipwrecked race forever Might a port of refuge gain, With the sacred blood anointed Of the Lamb of sinners slain. To the Trinity be glory Everlasting, as is meet: Equal to the Father, equal To the Son, and Paraclete: God the Three in One, whose praises All created things repeat.

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  source: Cyberhymnal