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Kejadian 9:1--11:32

Matius 28:7-8

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Kejadian 9:1--11:32

• [Kej 9:13] Prayer For Creation

  O, Creator of the cosmos, we present our hearts in prayer. We are awestruck by your glory, which surrounds us everywhere. From the birdsong of the morning to a stormy sky at night, You reveal yourself in Nature, in its gentleness and might. Through each rainbow that you send us you renew your covenant With the earth and all life on it, telling us of your intent That each living thing should flourish, in its own way, in its place. You call us to new awareness of our neighbors and their space. In our eagerness to prosper, we have ravaged what was good. Using more than what was needed, taking everything we could. We have changed the gentle order you intended for the earth. Now we humbly ask the wisdom to be part of its re-birth. We seek mercy, we seek vision, and the courage we will need As we work to help the victims of the sins of human greed. By our choices, in our actions, may we be part of your plans. Help us gently till the Garden you’ve entrusted to our hands. Finding strength in common purpose, may your faithful people be Voices for a new perspective, leaders in simplicity. Give us guidance, O, Creator. Give us power to achieve True compassion for Creation as the legacy we leave.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 9:13] They’ll Soon Be O’er

  There is a calm for ev’ry storm We meet from day to day, A hallowed peace that dwells within, And smiles the clouds away. The star of hope still brightly shines, Though wild the breakers roar, And in its beams the words we trace, Life’s dream will soon be o’er. There is a Friend, a constant Friend, Who slumbers not nor sleeps, But safe within His tender care The trusting soul He keeps; His bow of love still spans the sky, And points to yonder shore, While on its beams the words we trace, Life’s cares will soon be o’er. There is a morn when we shall wake At home beyond the tide, And in our Savior’s likeness then We shall be satisfied; O hearts that yearn and bleed and break For joys that come no more, Look up and read the blessèd words, Life’s tears will soon be o’er.

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• [Kej 11:9] Father Eternal, Ruler Of Creation

  Father eternal, Ruler of creation, Spirit of life, which moved ere form was made; Through the thick darkness covering every nation, Light to man’s blindness, O be Thou our aid: Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done. Races and peoples, lo! we stand divided, And sharing not our griefs, no joy can share; By wars and tumults love is mocked, derided, His conquering cross no kingdom wills to bear: Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done. Envious of heart, blind eyed, with tongues confounded, Nation by nation still goes unforgiven; In wrath and fear, by jealousies surrounded, Building proud towers which shall not reach to heaven: Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done. Lust of possession worketh desolations; There is no meekness in the sons of earth; Led by no star, the rulers of the nations Still fail to bring us to the blissful birth. Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done. How shall we love Thee, holy, hidden Being, If we love not the world which Thou hast made? O give us brother love for better seeing Thy world made flesh, and in a manger laid: Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done.

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Matius 28:7-8

• [Mat 28:7] Day Of Resurrection, Then

  The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad; The Passover of gladness, the Passover of God. From death to life eternal, from earth unto the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over, with hymns of victory. Our hearts be pure from evil, that we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal of resurrection light; And listening to His accents, may hear, so calm and plain, His own “All hail!” and, hearing, may raise the victor strain. Now let the heavens be joyful! Let earth the song begin! Let the round world keep triumph, and all that is therein! Let all things seen and unseen their notes in gladness blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen, our joy that hath no end.

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• [Mat 28:7] His Cheering Message From The Grave

  His cheering message from the grave An angel to the women gave: “Full soon your Master ye shall see; He goes before to Galilee.” But while with flying steps they press To bear the news, all eagerness, Their Lord, the living Lord, they meet, And prostrate fall to kiss His feet. So when His mourning followers heard The tidings of that faithful word, Quick went they forth to Galilee, Their loved and lost once more to see. On that fair day of Paschal joy The sunshine was without alloy, When to their very eyes restored They looked upon the risen Lord. The wounds before their eyes displayed They see in living light arrayed, And that they see they testify In open witness fearlessly. O Christ, the King of gentleness, Our several hearts do Thou possess, They we may render all our days Thy meed of thankfulness and praise. Maker of all, to Thee we pray, Fulfill in us Thy joy today; When death assails, grant, Lord, that we May share Thy Paschal victory. To Thee Who, dead, again dost live, All glory, Lord, Thy people give; All glory, as is ever meet, To Father and to Paraclete.

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• [Mat 28:7] Light’s Glittering Morn Bedecks The Sky

  Light’s glittering morn bedecks the sky; Heav’n thunders forth its victor cry; The glad earth shouts her triumph high, And groaning hell makes wild reply. While He, the King, the mighty King, Despoiling death of all its sting, And, trampling down the powers of night, Brings forth His ransomed saints to light. His tomb of late the threefold guard Of watch and stone and seal had barred; But now, in pomp and triumph high, He comes from death to victory. The pains of hell are loosed at last; The days of mourning now are past; An angel robed in light hath said, “The Lord is risen from the dead.” Th’Apostles’ hearts were full of pain For their dear Lord so lately slain, By rebel servants doomed to die A death of cruel agony. With gentle voice the angel gave The women tidings at the grave; “Fear not, your Master shall ye see; He goes before to Galilee.” Then, hastening on their eager way The joyful tidings to convey, Their Lord they met, their living Lord, And falling at His feet adored. Th’Eleven, when they hear, with speed To Galilee forthwith proceed, That there once more they may behold The Lord’s dear face, as He foretold.

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• [Mat 28:7] O Sons And Daughters, Let Us Sing!

  O sons and daughters, let us sing! The King of Heaven, the glorious King, Over death today rose triumphing. Alleluia! Alleluia! That Easter morn, at break of day, The faithful women went their way To seek the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia! Alleluia! An angel clad in white they see, Who sat, and spake unto the three, “Your Lord doth go to Galilee.” Alleluia! Alleluia! That night th’apostles met in fear; Amidst them came their Lord most dear, And said, “My peace be on all here.” Alleluia! Alleluia! When Thomas first the tidings heard, How they had seen the risen Lord, He doubted the disciples’ word. Alleluia! Alleluia! “My piercèd side, O Thomas, see; My hands, My feet, I show to thee; Not faithless but believing be.” Alleluia! Alleluia! No longer Thomas then denied; He saw the feet, the hands, the side; “Thou art my Lord and God,” he cried. Alleluia! Alleluia! How blessed are they who have not seen, And yet whose faith has constant been; For they eternal life shall win. Alleluia! Alleluia! On this most holy day of days Our hearts and voices, Lord, we raise To Thee, in jubilee and praise. Alleluia! Alleluia!

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Markus 16:9-10

• [Mrk 16:9] Happy Magdalene, To Whom

  Happy Magdalene, to whom Christ the Lord vouchsafed t’appear! Newly risen from the tomb, Would He first be seen by her? Her by seven devils possessed, Till His Word the fiends expelled; Quenched the hell within her breast, All her sins and sickness healed. Yes, to her the Master came, First His welcome voice she hears: Jesus calls her by her name, He the weeping sinner cheers, Lets her the dear task repeat, While her eyes again run o’er; Lets her wash His bleeding feet, Kiss them, and with joy adore. Highly favored soul! To her Farther still His grace extends, Raises the glad messenger, Sends her to His drooping friends; Tidings of their living Lord First in her report they find: She must spread the Gospel word, Teach the teachers of mankind. Who can now presume to fear? Who despair his Lord to see? Jesus, wilt Thou not appear, Show Thyself alive to me? Yea, my God, I dare not doubt, Thou shalt all my sins remove; Thou hast cast a legion out, Thou wilt perfect me in love. Surely Thou hast called me now! Now I hear the voice divine, At Thy wounded feet I bow, Wounded for whose sins but mine! I have nailed Him to the tree, I have sent Him to the grave: But the Lord is ris’n for me, Hold of Him by faith I have. Here for ever I would lie, Didst Thou not Thy servant raise, Send me forth to testify All the wonders of Thy grace. Lo! I at Thy bidding go, Gladly to Thy followers tell They their rising God may know, They the life of Christ may feel. Hear, ye brethren of the Lord, (Such as He vouchsafes to call) O believe the Gospel word, Christ hath died, and rose for all: Turn ye from your sins to God, Haste to Galilee, and see Him, who bought Thee with His blood, Him, who rose to live in Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 16:9] Son Of The Highest, Deign To Cast

  Son of the Highest, deign to cast On us a pitying eye, Thou Who repentant Magdalene Didst call to joys on high. Thy long lost coin is stored at length In treasure house divine, The jewel from pollution cleansed Doth now the stars outshine. Jesu, the balm of every wound, The sinner’s only stay, Grant us, like Magdalene, to weep In this Thy mercy’s day. Absolve us by Thy gracious Word, Fulfill us with Thy love, And guide us through the storms of life To perfect rest above. All praise, all glory be to Thee, O everlasting Lord, Whose mercy doth our souls forgive, Whose bounty doth reward.

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Yohanes 20:1-2

• [Yoh 20:1] Mary To Her Savior’s Tomb

  Mary to her Savior’s tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord, the Loved, was gone. For awhile she weeping stood, Struck with sorrow and surprise; Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart supplied her eyes. Jesus, who is always near, Though too often unperceived Came, His drooping child to cheer, And inquired, Why she grieved? Though at first she knew Him not, When He called her by her name, Then her griefs were all forgot, For she found He was the same. Grief and sighing quickly fled When she heard His welcome voice; Just before she thought Him dead, Now He bids her heart rejoice: What a change His Word can make, Turning darkness into day! You who weep for Jesus’ sake; He will wipe your tears away. He Who came to comfort her, When she thought her all was lost; Will for your relief appear, Though you now are tempest-tossed: On His Word your burden cast, On His love your thoughts employ; Weeping for awhile may last, But the morning brings the joy.

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  source: Cyberhymnal