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Matius 16:18

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Matius 16:18

• [Mat 16:18] Builder Of Ages

  Builder of ages, Planner divine, Drawing the length and breadth of space and time; Yet also Monarch with kingdom to build, And golden capital still yet unfilled. Surveyor, Architect, Craftsman sublime, He drew the blueprint ere the start of time, Building with living stones fair temples bright, Fixing our hearts into His halls of light. First came the Cornerstone, Jesus, our Lord; We hear this mighty Rock call from the Word: “Build up My Church,” says He, “it cannot fail; As long as you believe, you will prevail.” “As you are gathered here, so here am I, Lift up your hearts and song unto the sky; Call in My citizens, do not delay; Bring in My kingdom of the perfect day.” So, in this year to come, we vow to build Two things for Christ our King, with spirit filled: First, we will make a house, fit for a King; And build within ourselves hearts fit to sing.

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• [Mat 16:18] God’s Holy Church Shall Triumph

  Press on, press on, ye workers, Be loyal, brave, and true: Great things the Lord is doing, And greater things will do; His army, still increasing With each revolving year, Shall send a shout of rapture forth That all the world shall hear. Refrain Rejoice, rejoice, ye workers all rejoice; O, clap your hands and sing, O, clap your hands and sing; God’s holy Church shall triumph yet, Triumph yet, triumph yet, And He shall reign our King, Shall reign our King. The walls of leagued oppression To dust shall fall away; The sword of truth eternal No power on earth can stay; Though all the hosts of darkness Were marshaled on the field, The Church of God would stand unmoved, With Christ her Strength and Shield. Refrain Behold her marching onward, In majesty sublime, Along the rolling prairies That bound our western clime; And soon from every hamlet On all our vast frontier Glad songs shall rise to Jesus, While skeptics turn to hear. Refrain

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• [Mat 16:18] Hark, The Tramp Of Coming Legions

  Hark, the sound of coming legions, O how joyful is the sound, ’Tis the children’s army marching, On the Master’s errands bound. See their faces all are glowing With the joyous light of youth As they’re marching, onward marching For the cause of Right and Truth. Refrain Hark, the tramp of coming legions, O how joyful is the sound, ’Tis the children’s army marching, On the Master’s errands bound. Hark, the tramp of coming legions, Hosts of Satan now must quail, They must scatter in confusion When this army shall prevail. At the summons of the Master, See the children fall in line, Marching on with glad endeavor, Trusting in the help divine. Refrain Hark, the tramp of coming legions, Marching onward millions strong, They shall surely be victorious O’er the hosts of sin and wrong. Ever loyal to the Master, Strong their hearts shall be and brave, Till the Gospel’s glorious banner Over all the world shall wave. Refrain

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• [Mat 16:18] Highest And The Holiest Place, The

  The highest and the holiest place Guards not the heart from sin; The Church that safest seems without May harbor foes within. Thus in the small and chosen band, Beloved above the rest, One fell from his apostleship, A traitor-soul unblest. But not the great designs of God Man’s sins shall over throw; Another witness to the truth Forth to the lands shall go. The soul that sinneth, it shall die; Thy purpose shall not fail; The word of grace no less shall sound, The truth no less prevail. Righteous, O Lord, are all Thy ways; Long as the worlds endure, From foes without and foes within, Thy Church shall stand secure.

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• [Mat 16:18] Mighty God, Come Build Your Mighty Church

  Mighty God, come build Your mighty Church upon Your mighty Word! In the ears of an astounded world, make all Your Wisdom heard! Let Your apostolic teaching forge in us a bond of awe, As Your people come together, seeing more than Moses saw: Not in cloud, or fiery pillar, come now to make us one, But in Word made flesh come show Yourself, through Your Eternal Son! As we praise Your name together and worship all You are, By the broken bread of Your own flesh, come heal our every scar! In a life-transforming wonder, enter to show forth Your name. Come engrave on our new hearts this Love that You proclaim. Work a miracle of fellowship among us as we pray, Open up our hearts to meet the needs we lift to You today. With great gladness and sincerity we praise our God and King, Seeing in our trials and triumphs His hand in everything. And whether this world hates us or whether it may smile, We will trust a sovereign mercy to be working all the while To augment the glorious choir that sings in realms of endless day Of amazing and unbounded love that never fades away.

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• [Mat 16:18] O Where Are Kings And Empires Now

  O where are kings and empires now Of old, that went and came? But Lord, Thy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same. We mark her goodly battlements And her foundations strong; We hear, within, the solemn voice Of her unending song. For not like kingdoms of the world Thy holy Church, O God, Though earthquake shocks are threat’ning her, And tempests are abroad. Unshaken as eternal hills, Immovable she stands, A mountain that shall fill the earth, A house not made by hands.

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• [Mat 16:18] O Young And Fearless Prophet

  O young and fearless Prophet of ancient Galilee, Thy life is still a summons to serve humanity; To make our thoughts and actions less prone to please the crowd, To stand with humble courage for truth with hearts uncowed. We marvel at the purpose that held Thee to Thy course While ever on the hilltop before Thee loomed the cross; Thy steadfast face set forward where love and duty shone, While we betray so quickly and leave Thee there alone. O help us stand unswerving against war’s bloody way, Where hate and lust and falsehood hold back Christ’s holy sway; Forbid false love of country that blinds us to His call, Who lifts above the nations the unity of all. Stir up in us a protest against our greed for wealth, While others starve and hunger and plead for work and health; Where homes with little children cry out for lack of bread, Who live their years sore burdened beneath a gloomy dread. Create in us the splendor that dawns when hearts are kind, That knows not race nor station as boundaries of the mind; That learns to value beauty, in heart, or brain, or soul, And longs to bind God’s children into one perfect whole. O young and fearless Prophet, we need Thy presence here, Amid our pride and glory to see Thy face appear; Once more to hear Thy challenge above our noisy day, Again to lead us forward along God’s holy way.

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Efesus 2:20

• [Ef 2:20] Christ Is Our Cornerstone

  Christ is our Cornerstone, On Him alone we build; With His true saints alone The courts of heaven are filled; On His great love our hopes we place Of present grace and joys above. O then with hymns of praise These hallowed courts shall ring; Our voices we will raise The Three in One to sing; And thus proclaim in joyful song Both loud and long, that glorious Name. Here, gracious God, do Thou Forevermore draw nigh; Accept each faithful vow, And mark each suppliant sigh; In copious shower on all who pray, Each holy day, Thy blessings pour. Here may we gain from Heav’n, The grace which we implore; And may that grace, once given, Be with us evermore; Until that day when all the blest To endless rest are called away.

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Wahyu 3:12

• [Why 3:12] King Of The City Splendid

  King of the City Splendid, Eternal in the height, May all our country’s cities Grow holy in Thy sight; Cleansed from the deeds of darkness— Cities of light. Teach love to gladden children That know not childhood’s mirth, Wronged of their rights—no beauty In their scant reach of earth; To hope’s large sunshine give them A second birth. Give joy to all the joyless, Song’s voice to sorrows dumb, May light invade with blessing Each dark and deathly slum; Into earth’s realms of horror Thy Kingdom come! Soon may our country’s cities Thy robe of glory wear; Each place of toil a temple, Each house a home of prayer; Each city’s name of beauty— The Lord is there!

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• [Why 3:12] O What Their Joy And Their Glory Must Be

  O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see; Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blessed. What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? O that the blessed ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! Truly, “Jerusalem” name we that shore, City of peace that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment are not severed there, Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer. There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing; While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessèd people eternally raise. There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o’er, Those Sabbath keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph song Which to the angels and us shall belong. Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand. Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all; Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son, Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.

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Wahyu 21:14-20

• [Why 21:18] Beautiful Homeland

  A city awaits us we soon shall behold, Whose walls are of jasper, whose streets are of gold; Not half of its glories have ever been told, Blessèd homeland, dear homeland, sweet home of the soul. Refrain Oh, I long, yes I long there to dwell, Mid the pleasures no mortal can tell, In the place our dear Savior has gone to prepare, Blessèd homeland, dear homeland, sweet home of the soul. The friends that we love who have gone on before, Now wait for our coming on yonder bright shore, Where day never fades, tears may fall nevermore, Blessèd homeland, dear homeland, sweet home of the soul. Refrain O homeland, dear homeland! tho’ eye hath not seen, And sometimes the shadowy clouds intervene, Thy light we’ll behold, and thy pastures so green, Blessèd homeland, dear homeland, sweet home of the soul. Refrain

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• [Why 21:18] Beyond The Sunset

  Beyond the sunset’s radiant glow There is a brighter world, I know, Where golden glories ever shine, Beyond the thought of day’s decline. Refrain Beyond the sunset’s radiant glow, There is a brighter world, I know; Beyond the sunset I may spend Delightful days that never end. Beyond the sunset’s purple rim, Beyond the twilight, deep and dim, Where clouds and darkness never come, My soul shall find its heav’nly home. Refrain Beyond the desert, dark and drear, The golden city will appear; And morning’s lovely beams arise Upon my mansion in the skies. Refrain

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• [Why 21:18] By The Grace Of God We’ll Meet

  Through the gates of pearl and jasper To the city paved with gold, When the ransomed host shall enter, And their gracious Lord behold. When they meet in blissful triumph By the tree of life so fair Shall we join the noble army, And receive a welcome there? Refrain By the grace of God we’ll meet In the city’s golden street Shouting, glory! hallelujah! At the dear Redeemer’s feet. When the harvest work is ended, And the summer days are past, When the reapers go rejoicing To their bright reward at last; When the white robed angel leads them To the gates of joy so fair, Shall we join their happy number? Will they bid us welcome there? Refrain Let us follow on with firmness, Keeping ever in the way Where our blessèd Lord has taught us, To be faithful, watch and pray; Then, in garments pure and spotless, By the tree of life so fair, We shall sing through endless ages With the countless millions there. Refrain

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• [Why 21:18] Daily, Daily, Sing The Praises

  Daily, daily, sing the praises Of the city God hath made; In the beauteous fields of Eden Its foundation stones are laid. Refrain O that I had wings of angels, Here to spread and heavenward fly! I would seek the gates of Zion, Far beyond the starry sky. All the walls of that dear city Are of bright and burnished gold; It is matchless in its beauty, And its treasures are untold. Refrain In the midst of that dear city Christ is reigning on His seat, And the angels swing their censers In a ring about His feet. Refrain From the throne a river issues, Clear as crystal, passing bright, And it traverses the city Like a sudden beam of light. Refrain There the forests ever blossom, Like our orchards here in May; There the gardens never wither, But eternally are gay. Refrain There the meadows green and dewy Shine with lilies wondrous fair; Thousand, thousand, are the colors Of the waving flowers there. Refrain There the wind is sweetly fragrant, And is laden with the song Of the seraphs, and the elders, And the great redeemèd throng. Refrain O I would my ears were open Here to catch that happy strain! O I would my eyes some vision Of that Eden would attain! Refrain

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• [Why 21:18] For Thee, O Dear, Dear Country

  For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast And medicine in sickness And love and life and rest. O one, O only mansion, O paradise of joy, Where tears are ever banished And smiles have no alloy! The Lamb is all thy splendor, The Crucified thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardis and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints build up thy fabric, The cornerstone is Christ. Thou hast no shore, fair ocean; Thou hast no time, bright day, Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away! Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower; Thine is the victor’s laurel And thine the golden dower. And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown: But He whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known; And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own. The morning shall awaken, The shadows shall decay, And each true-hearted servant Shall shine as doth the day: There God, our King and portion, In fullness of His grace, Shall we behold forever, And worship face to face. O sweet and blessèd country, The home of God’s elect! O sweet and blessèd country, That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us, To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest.

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• [Why 21:18] Home Of The Soul

  I will sing you a song of that beautiful land, The far away home of the soul, Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, While the years of eternity roll, While the years of eternity roll; Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, While the years of eternity roll. Oh, that home of the soul! In my visions and dreams Its bright, jasper walls I can see; Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes Between the fair city and me, Between the fair city and me; Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes Between the fair city and me. That unchangeable home is for you and for me, Where Jesus of Nazareth stands; The King of all kingdoms forever is He, And He holdeth our crowns in His hands, And He holdeth our crowns in His hands; The King of all kingdoms forever is He, And He holdeth our crowns in His hands. Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain, With songs on our lips and our harps in our hands, To meet one another again, To meet one another again; With songs on our lips and our harps in our hands, To meet one another again.

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• [Why 21:18] Jerusalem The Golden

  Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, O I know not, what joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, what bliss beyond compare. They stand, those halls of Zion, all jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, and all the martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, the daylight is serene. The pastures of the blessèd are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David, and there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, the song of them that feast; And they, who with their Leader, have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever are clad in robes of white. O sweet and blessèd country, the home of God’s elect! O sweet and blessèd country, that eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us to that dear land of rest, Who art, with God the Father, and Spirit, ever blessed. Brief life is here our portion, brief sorrow, short lived care; The life that knows no ending, the tearless life, is there. O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest; For mortals and for sinners, a mansion with the blest. That we should look, poor wanderers, to have our home on high! That worms should seek for dwellings beyond the starry sky! And now we fight the battle, but then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting, and passionless renown. And how we watch and struggle, and now we live in hope, And Zion in her anguish with Babylon must cope; But he whom now we trust in shall then be seen and known, And they that know and see Him shall have Him for their own. For thee, O dear, dear country, mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding, thy happy name, they weep: The mention of thy glory is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, and love, and life, and rest. O one, O only mansion! O paradise of joy! Where tears are ever banished, and smiles have no alloy; The cross is all thy splendor, the Crucified thy praise, His laud and benediction thy ransomed people raise. Jerusalem the glorious! Glory of the elect! O dear and future vision that eager hearts expect! Even now by faith I see thee, even here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, and strive, and pant, and yearn. Jerusalem, the only, that look’st from heaven below, In thee is all my glory, in me is all my woe! And though my body may not, my spirit seeks thee fain, Till flesh and earth return me to earth and flesh again. Jerusalem, exulting on that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, and love thee evermore! I ask not for my merit: I seek not to deny My merit is destruction, a child of wrath am I. But yet with faith I venture and hope upon the way, For those perennial guerdons I labor night and day. The best and dearest Father Who made me, and Who saved, Bore with me in defilement, and from defilement laved. When in His strength I struggle, for very joy I leap; When in my sin I totter, I weep, or try to weep: And grace, sweet grace celestial, shall all its love display, And David’s royal fountain purge every stain away. O sweet and blessèd country, shall I ever see thy face? O sweet and blessèd country, shall I ever win thy grace? I have the hope within me to comfort and to bless! Shall I ever win the prize itself? O tell me, tell me, Yes! Strive, man, to win that glory; toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, till hope be lost in sight. Exult, O dust and ashes, the Lord shall be thy part: His only, His forever thou shalt be, and thou art.

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• [Why 21:18] Shall We Meet?

  Shall we meet beyond the river, Where the surges cease to roll? Where in all the bright forever, Sorrow ne’er shall press the soul? Refrain Shall we meet, shall we meet, Shall we meet beyond the river? Shall we meet beyond the river, Where the surges cease to roll? Shall we meet in that blest harbor, When our stormy voyage is o’er? Shall we meet and cast the anchor By the fair, celestial shore? Refrain Shall we meet in yonder city, Where the towers or crystal shine? Where the walls are all of jasper, Built by workmanship divine? Refrain Shall we meet with Christ our Savior, When He comes to claim His own? Shall we know His blessèd favor, And sit down upon His throne? Refrain

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