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Yeremia 31:18-20

• [Yer 31:18] Return, O Wanderer, Return

  Return, O wanderer, return, And seek an injured Father’s face; Those warm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father’s melting heart, Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, Whose hand can heal thine inward smart. Return, O wanderer, return, He heard thy deep repentant sigh, He saw thy softened spirit mourn When no intruding ear was nigh. Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Savior bids thy spirit live; Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear; ’Tis God who says, “No longer mourn,” ’Tis mercy’s voice invites thee near.

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• [Yer 31:19] Tell Mother I’ll Be There

  When I was but a little child how well I recollect How I would grieve my mother with my folly and neglect; And now that she has gone to Heav’n I miss her tender care: O Savior, tell my mother, I’ll be there! Refrain Tell mother I’ll be there, in answer to her prayer; This message, blessèd Savior, to her bear! Tell mother I’ll be there, Heav’n’s joys with her to share; Yes, tell my darling mother I’ll be there. Though I was often wayward, she was always kind and good; So patient, gentle, loving when I acted rough and rude; My childhood griefs and trials she would gladly with me share: O Savior, tell my mother, I’ll be there! Refrain When I became a prodigal, and left the old rooftree, She almost broke her loving heart in mourning after me; And day and night she prayed to God to keep me in His care: O Savior, tell my mother, I’ll be there! Refrain One day a message came to me, it bade me quickly come If I would see my mother ere the Savior took her home; I promised her, before she died, for Heaven to prepare: O Savior, tell my mother, I’ll be there! Refrain

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Ibrani 12:5-6

• [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