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2 Petrus 3:12

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2 Petrus 1:3-4

• [2Ptr 1:4] Members Of Christ Are We

  Members of Christ are we; He is our living Head. That henceforth we should ever be By His good Spirit led In the same narrow path Our Lord and Savior trod— The path that leadeth by the cross To glory and to God. Children of God are we; Such grace to us is given, To kneel and pray in Christ’s own words, “Father, Which art in Heav’n”; Seeking to do His will As angels do above, And walking in obedient ways Of holy truth and love. Of Heaven’s kingdom we Inheritors were made; Each at the font in Christ’s own robe Of spotless white arrayed. Upon our forehead now Is traced the suffering sign, That one day on each saintly brow A glorious crown may shine. Christ’s little ones are we; And unto us are given Angelic guards, who ever see Our Father’s face in Heav’n. To walk in folly now We may not, must not, dare, Mindful Whose seal is on our brow, Whose holy Name we bear.

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• [2Ptr 1:4] Soldiers Who To Christ Belong

  Soldiers who to Christ belong, Trust ye in His Word, be strong; For His promises are sure, His rewards for aye endure. His no crowns that pass away, His no palm that sees decay, His the joy that shall not fade, His the light that knows no shade. His the home for spirits blest, Where He gives them peaceful rest, Far above the starry skies, In the bliss of Paradise. Here on earth ye can but clasp Things that perish in the grasp: Lift your hearts, then, to the skies; God Himself shall be your prize. Praise we now with saints at rest Father, Son, and Spirit blest; For His promises are sure, His rewards shall aye endure.

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2 Petrus 3:9

• [2Ptr 3:9] He Was Not Willing

  “He was not willing that any should perish”; Jesus enthroned in the glory above, Saw our poor fallen world, pitied our sorrows, Poured out His life for us, wonderful love! Perishing, perishing! Thronging our pathway, Hearts break with burdens too heavy to bear: Jesus would save, but there’s no one to tell them, No one to lift them from sin and despair. “He was not willing that any should perish”; Clothed in our flesh with its sorrow and pain, Came He to seek the lost, comfort the mourner, Heal the heart broken by sorrow and shame. Perishing, perishing! Harvest is passing, Reapers are few and the night draweth near: Jesus is calling thee, haste to the reaping, Thou shalt have souls, precious souls for thy hire. Plenty for pleasure, but little for Jesus; Time for the world with its troubles and toys, No time for Jesus’ work, feeding the hungry, Lifting lost souls to eternity’s joys. Perishing, perishing! Hark, how they call us; Bring us your Savior, oh, tell us of Him! We are so weary, so heavily laden, And with long weeping our eyes have grown dim. “He was not willing that any should perish”; Am I His follower, and can I live Longer at ease with a soul going downward, Lost for the lack of the help I might give! Perishing, perishing! Thou wast not willing; Master, forgive, and inspire us anew; Banish our worldliness, help us to ever Live with eternity’s values in view.

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• [2Ptr 3:9] Impatient Heart, Be Still

  Impatient heart, be still! What though He tarries long? What though the triumph song Is still (is still) delayed? Thou hast His promise sure, And that is all secure; Be not afraid! Be not afraid! Refrain Be still! Be still! Impatient heart be still! My eager heart, be still! Thy Lord will surely come, And take thee to His home, With Him (with Him) to dwell; It may not be today; And yet, my soul, it may; I cannot tell, I cannot tell. Refrain My anxious heart, be still! Watch, work, and pray, and then It will not matter when Thy Lord (Thy Lord) shall come; At midnight, or at noon; He cannot come too soon To take thee home, to take thee home. Refrain

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2 Petrus 3:12

• [2Ptr 3:12] Stand The Omnipotent Decree

  Stand the omnipotent decree! Jehovah’s will be done! Nature’s end we wait to see, And hear her final groan. Let this earth dissolve, and blend In death the wicked and the just; Let those ponderous orbs descend, And grind us into dust. Rests secure the righteous man; At his Redeemer’s beck, Sure to emerge and rise again; And mount above the wreck; Lo! the heav’nly Spirit towers, Like flames o’er nature’s funeral pyre, Triumphs in immortal powers, And claps His wings of fire. Nothing hath the just to lose, By worlds on worlds destroyed: Far beneath his feet he views, With smiles, the flaming void; Sees this universe renewed, The grand millennial reign begun; Shouts with all the sons of God, Around th’eternal throne. Resting in this glorious hope To be at last restored, Yield we now our bodies up To earthquake, plague, or sword; Listening for the call divine, The latest trumpet of the seven, Soon our soul and dust shall join, And both fly up to Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal