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Ibrani 11:39

Ibrani 13:20

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Ibrani 12:5

• [Ibr 12:5] Afflictions Do Not Come Alone

  Afflictions do not come alone, A voice attends the rod; By both He to His saints is known, A Father and a God! Let not My children slight the stroke I for chastisement send; Nor faint beneath My kind rebuke, For still I am their Friend. The wicked I perhaps may leave Awhile, and not reprove; But all the children I receive I scourge, because I love. If therefore you were left without This needful discipline; You might, with cause, admit a doubt, If you, indeed, were Mine. Shall earthly parents then expect Their children to submit? And wilt not you, when I correct, Be humbled at My feet? To please themselves they oft chastise, And put their sons to pain; But you are precious in My eyes, And shall not smart in vain. I see your hearts, at present, filled With grief, and deep distress; But soon these bitter seeds shall yield The fruits of righteousness. Break through the clouds, dear Lord, and shine! Let us perceive Thee nigh! And to each mourning child of Thine These gracious words apply.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ibrani 5:7

• [Ibr 5:7] Our Blessèd Savior Seven Times Spoke

  Our blessèd Savior sev’n times spoke When on the cross our sins He took And died lest men should perish. Let us His last and dying words In our remembrance cherish. “Father, forgive these men; for, lo, They truly know not what they do.” So far His love extended. Forgive us, Lord, for we, too, have Through ignorance offended. Now to the contrite thief He cries: “Thou, verily, in Paradise Shall meet Me ere tomorrow.” Lord, take us to Thy kingdom soon Who linger here in sorrow. To weeping Mary, standing by, “Behold thy Son,” now hear Him cry; To John, “Behold thy mother.” Provide, O Lord, for those we leave; Let each befriend the other. The Savior’s fourth word was “I thirst.” O mighty Prince of Life, Thy thirst For us and our salvation Is truly great; do help us, then, That we escape damnation. The fifth, “My God, My God, O why Forsake Me?” Hark, the awful cry! Lord, Thou wast here forsaken That we might be received on high; Let this hope not be shaken. The sixth, when victory was won, “’Tis finished!” for Thy work was done. Grant, Lord, that, onward pressing, We may the work Thou dost impose Fulfill with Thine own blessing. The last, as woe and sufferings end, “O God, My Father, I commend Into Thy hands My Spirit.” Be this, dear Lord, my dying wish; O heavenly Father, hear it. Whoe’er, by sense of sin oppressed, Upon these words his thoughts will rest, He joy and hope obtaineth And through God’s love and boundless grace A peaceful conscience gaineth. O Jesus Christ, Thou Crucified, Who hast for our offenses died, Grant that we e’er may ponder Thy wounds, Thy cross, Thy bitter death, Both here below and yonder.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ibrani 13:20

• [Ibr 13:20] Blood Of His Covenant

  Blood of His Covenant, Sprinkles down upon us, Cleanses our filthiness; washes from sin! Pour down upon our hearts! Flood over our rescued souls! Seal our great acquittal from all guilt within! Gone are my stains of guilt; Gone my deep pollution; Gone, gone to Calvary; lost in His grave! There lies my wickedness, forever buried! Spotless, I adore Him, for all that He gave! Closed is the great abyss! Silent, my accuser! Only Christ’s righteousness speaks now for me. I feel His nail-scarred hand, tenderly washing all! Loved in the Beloved, O how can this be? Worship the mystery! Fall in mute amazement! Murmur astonished praise there at His feet! Now breaks my heart of stone; now comes His Spirit; Now my heart of flesh is quickened to beat.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 13:20] Faith In The Blood

  If asked whereon I rest my claim To full salvation’s joy, If nothing more I need to name, Or other words employ, Besides our Savior’s blood and wounds, To me all-satisfying grounds; I answer then, “My claim is good! ’Tis based on Jesus’ blood.” This is my hope’s foundation firm, Which ever shall endure; Yea, at the end of life’s brief term, I’ll rest thereon secure, And dreaded death shall lose its sting, As of my Savior’s wounds I sing; His precious blood shall be the key That opens Heav’n for me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 13:20] Now May He Who From The Dead

  Now may He Who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the sheep Jesus Christ, our King and Head, All our souls in safety keep. May He teach us to fulfill What is pleasing in His sight; Perfect us in all His will, And preserve us day and night. To that dear Redeemer’s praise, Who the covenant sealed with blood, Let our hearts and voices raise Loud thanksgivings to our God.
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