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Ibrani 4:14-15

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Ibrani 4:14-15

• [Ibr 4:14] Atoning Work Is Done, The

  The atoning work is done, The Victim’s blood is shed; And Jesus now is gone His people’s cause to plead: He stands in Heaven their great High Priest, And bears their names upon His breast. He sprinkles with His blood The mercy-seat above; For justice had withstood The purposes of love: But justice now objects no more, And mercy yields her boundless store. No temple made with hands His place of service is; In Heaven itself He stands, A heavenly priesthood His: In Him the shadows of the law Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. And though awhile He be Hid from the eyes of men, His people look to see Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory He will come, And take His waiting people home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 4:14] Great High Priest, We See Thee Stooping

  Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping, With our names upon Thy breast, In the garden groaning, drooping, To the ground with sorrows pressed. Weeping angels stand confounded, To behold their Maker thus, And shall we remain unwounded, When we know ’twas all for us? On the cross Thy body broken, Cancels every penalty; Tempted souls produce this token All demands to satisfy. All is finished; do not doubt it, But believe your dying Lord; Never reason more about it, Only take Him at His Word. Come, behold your Savior bleeding, Streams of mercy from Him flow, Whilst before His Father pleading For those men who wrought His woe. Lo, He cried, “Father, forgive them, Though they do My life pursue, I am willing to receive them, For they know not what they do.” Come, Thou everlasting Spirit, Bring to every thankful mind All the Savior’s dying merit, All His suffering for mankind. True recorder of His passion, Now Thy living fire impart, Now reveal Thy great salvation, Preach His Gospel to our heart. Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely; ’Twas for us Thy blood was spilt; Gracious Savior, take us wholly, Take and make us what Thou wilt. Grant us now Thy heav’nly blessing, Let Thy love our songs employ; Then we’ll find Thy peace possessing, In Thy service all our joy.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 4:14] With Joy We Meditate The Grace

  With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For He has felt the same. But spotless, innocent, and pure, The great Redeemer stood, While Satan’s fiery darts He bore, And did resist to blood. He in the days of feeble flesh Poured out His cries and tears, And in His measure feels afresh What every member bears. He’ll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruisèd reed He never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name. Then let our humble faith address His mercy and His power; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour.

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• [Ibr 4:15] There Is No Sorrow, Lord, Too Light

  There is no sorrow, Lord, too light To bring in prayer to Thee; There is no anxious care too slight To wake Thy sympathy. Thou, who hast trod the thorny road, Wilt share each small distress; The love, which bore the greater load, Will not refuse the less. There is no secret sigh we breathe, But meets Thine ear divine; And every cross grows light beneath The shadow, Lord, of Thine. Life’s ills without, sin’s strife within, The heart would overflow, But for that love which died for sin, That love which wept with woe.

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• [Ibr 4:15] Wonders Of Redeeming Love, The

  The wonders of redeeming love Our highest thoughts exceed; The Son of God comes from above For sinful man to bleed. He gives Himself, His life, His all, A sinless sacrifice, For man He drains the cup of gall, For man the Victim dies. And now before His Father’s face His precious blood He pleads; For those who seek the throne of grace, His love still intercedes. He knows the frailties of our frame, For He has borne our grief; Our great High Priest once felt the same, And He can send relief. His love will not be satisfied, Till He in glory sees The faithful ones for whom He died From sin forever free.

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Ibrani 7:26

• [Ibr 7:26] Jesus, Holy, Undefiled

  Jesus, holy, undefiled, Listen to a little child; Thou hast sent the glorious light, Chasing far the silent night. Thou hast sent the sun to shine, O’er this glorious world of Thine; Warmth to give and pleasant glow, On each tender flow’r below. Now the little birds arise, Chirping gaily in the skies; Thee their tiny voices praise, In the early songs they raise. Thou, by Whom the birds are fed, Give to me my daily bread; And Thy holy Spirit give, Without Whom I cannot live.

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  source: Cyberhymnal