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Yehezkiel 18:31

• [Yeh 18:31] Get Right With God

  Get right with God, why will you die? Oh, weary one, for mercy cry; No longer walk the downward road; Oh, come away, get right with God. Refrain Get right with God; get right with God; Oh, come away, get right with God; No longer walk the downward road; Oh, come away, get right with God. Get right with God—for you Christ died, On Calvary’s cross was crucified; His side was pierced, blood from it flowed; Oh, come away, get right with God. Refrain Get right with God, He loves you so; No mother’s love could stoop so low; On Christ He laid sin’s heavy load, Oh, come away, get right with God. Refrain Get right with God, your loved ones said When lying on their dying bed; But ah! you’ve wandered far abroad, Oh, come away, get right with God. Refrain Get right with God, confess your sin, And let the dear Redeemer in; He hath for you the winepress trod, Oh, come away, get right with God. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yeh 18:31] O Turn Ye, For Why Will Ye Die

  O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die, When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh? Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says Come! And angels are waiting to welcome you home. How vain the delusion, that while you delay Your hearts may grow better, your chains melt away! Come guilty, come wretched, come just as you are; All helpless and dying, to Jesus repair. The contrite in heart he will freely receive, O why will you not the glad message believe? If sin be your burden, why will you not come? ’Tis you He makes welcome, He bids you come home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yeh 18:31] Sinners, Turn: Why Will You Die?

  Sinners, turn: why will you die? God, your Maker, asks you why. God, who did your being give, Gave Himself, that you might live; He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of His own hands. Why, you thankless creatures, why, Will you cross His love, and die? Sinners, turn: why will you die? God, your Savior, asks you why. God, who did your souls retrieve, Died Himself, that you might live. Will you let Him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, you ransomed sinners, why, Will you slight His grace and die? Sinners, turn: why will you die? God, the Spirit, asks you why; He, who all your lives hath strove, Wooed you to embrace His love. Will you not His grace receive? Will you still refuse to live? Why, you long sought sinners, why, Will you grieve your God, and die? Let the beasts their breath resign, Strangers to the life divine; Who their God can never know, Let their spirit downward go. You for higher ends were born, You may all to God return, Dwell with Him above the sky; Why will you forever die? You, on whom He favors showers, You, possessed of nobler powers, You, of reason’s powers possessed, You, with will and memory blessed, You, with finer sense endued, Creatures capable of God; Noblest of His creatures, why, Why will you forever die? You, whom He ordained to be Transcripts of the Trinity, You, whom He in life doth hold, You for whom Himself was sold, You, on whom He still doth wait, Whom He would again create; Made by Him, and purchased, why, Why will you forever die? You, who own His record true, You, His chosen people, you, You, who call the Savior Lord, You, who read His written Word, You, who see the Gospel light, Claim a crown in Jesus’ right; Why will you, ye Christians, why, Will the house of Israel die? Turn, He cries, ye sinners turn; By His life your God hath sworn; He would have you turn and live, He would all the world receive; He hath brought to all the race Full salvation by His grace; He hath not one soul passed by; Why will you resolve to die? Can ye doubt, if God is love, If to all His mercies move? Will ye not His Word receive? Will ye not His oath believe? See, the suffering God appears! Jesus weeps! Believe His tears! Mingled with His blood they cry, Why will you resolve to die? Dead, already dead within, Spiritually dead in sin, Dead to God while here you breathe, Pant ye after second death? Will you still in sin remain, Greedy of eternal pain? O you dying sinners, why, Why will you forever die? What could your Redeemer do More than He hath done for you? To procure your peace with God, Could He more than shed His blood? After all His waste of love, All His drawings from above, Why will you your Lord deny? Why will you resolve to die? Turn, He cries, ye sinners, turn; By His life your God hath sworn, He would have you turn and live, He would all the world receive. If your death were His delight, Would he you to life invite? Would he ask, obtest, and cry, Why will you resolve to die? Sinners, turn, while God is near: Dare not think Him insincere: Now, even now, your Savior stands, All day long He spreads His hands, Cries, you will not happy be! No, you will not come to Me! Me, who life to none deny: Why will you resolve to die? Can you doubt if God is love? If to all His vowels move? Will you not His Word receive? Will you not His oath believe? See! the suffering God appears! Jesus weeps! Believe His tears! Mingled with His blood, they cry, Why will you resolve to die?

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yohanes 4:24

• [Yoh 4:24] Behold Us, Lord, A Little Space

  Behold us, Lord, a little space From daily tasks set free, And met within Thy holy place To rest awhile with Thee. Around us rolls the ceaseless tide Of business, toil, and care; And scarcely can we turn aside For one brief hour of prayer. Yet these are not the only walls Wherein Thou may’st be sought: On homeliest work Thy blessing falls In truth and patience wrought. Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart, The wealth of land and sea, The worlds of science and of art, Revealed and ruled by Thee. Then let us prove our heavenly birth In all we do and know; And claim the kingdom of the earth, For Thee, and not Thy foe. Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought As Thou would have it done; And prayer, by Thee inspired and taught, Itself with work be one.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yoh 4:24] God The Spirit, We Adore Thee

  God the Spirit, we adore Thee, In the trinal Godhead One, One in love and power and glory With the Father and the Son; Prayer and praise to Thee we bring, Our devotion’s offering. Once the desolate world-ocean Quickened from its long death-sleep, Woke to light and life’s emotion At Thy brooding o’er its deep; Spirit, ever may Thy breath Quicken us from sleep and death! Holy Fount of inspiration, By Whose gift the great of old Spake the Word of revelation, Marvelous and manifold, Grant to us who see and hear Reverence of eye and ear. Priceless Gift of Christ for ever, Righteousness and peace and joy, Which the evil world, that never Can receive, cannot destroy, Shall the Church or faint or fear While the Comforter is near? Author of our new creation, Giver of the second birth, May Thy ceaseless renovation Cleanse our souls from stains of earth, And our bodies ever be Holy temples meet for Thee. When we wander, Lord, direct us, Keep us in the Master’s way, Let Thy strong, swift sword protect us, Warring in the evil day; Paraclete for every need, Come to strengthen and to lead! Come, Thy glorious gifts providing, Foretaste of the future now, Bring that sweet sense of abiding Thou canst give and only Thou, One in Thee, we shall be one In the Father and the Son. Amen.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yoh 4:24] Holy Spirit, Truth Divine

  Holy Spirit, Truth divine, Dawn upon this soul of mine; Word of God and inward light Wake my spirit, clear my sight. Holy Spirit, Love divine, Glow within this heart of mine; Kindle every high desire; Perish self in Thy pure fire. Holy Spirit, Power divine Fill and nerve this will of mine; Grant that I may strongly live, Bravely bear, and nobly strive. Holy Spirit, Right divine, King within my conscience reign; Be my Lord, and I shall be Firmly bound, forever free. Holy Spirit, Peace divine, Still this restless heart of mine; Speak to calm this tossing sea, Stayed in Thy tranquility. Holy Spirit, Joy divine, Gladden Thou this heart of mine; In the desert ways I sing, “Spring, O Well, forever spring.” Now incline me to repent, Let me now my sins lament, Now my foul revolt deplore, Weep, believe, and sin no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yoh 4:24] Lord Of Spirits, I Surrender

  Lord of spirits, I surrender For Thy use Thy gifts to me: O but show Thy mercy tender When my song no more shall be; More and more my heart’s aflutter With the thoughts I may not utter, While life’s riddle great I ponder. Let my laurels in oblivion Turn to dust, I shall rejoice If my soul, renewed, is given There to sing with sacred voice, If, in accents pure and glorious, I may join the hymn victorious At Thy throne to harps of Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal