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Mikha 6:6-8

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Mikha 6:6-8

• [Mi 6:6] One Cup Of Healing Oil And Wine

  One cup of healing oil and wine, One offering laid upon mercy’s shrine, Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to Thee, Than lifted eye or bended knee. In true and inward faith we trace The source of every outward grace; Within the pious heart it plays, A living fount of joy and praise. Kind deeds of peace and love betray Where’er the stream has found its way; But where these spring not rich and fair, The stream has never wandered there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mi 6:8] O Master, Let Me Walk With Thee

  O Master, let me walk with Thee, In lowly paths of service free; Tell me Thy secret; help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care. Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear, winning word of love; Teach me the wayward feet to stay, And guide them in the homeward way. O Master, let me walk with Thee, Before the taunting Pharisee; Help me to bear the sting of spite, The hate of men who hide Thy light. The sore distrust of souls sincere Who cannot read Thy judgments clear, The dullness of the multitude, Who dimly guess that Thou art good. Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee In closer, dearer, company, In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, In trust that triumphs over wrong. In hope that sends a shining ray Far down the future’s broadening way, In peace that only Thou canst give, With Thee, O Master, let me live.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ibrani 10:4-6

• [Ibr 10:4] Not All The Blood Of Beasts

  Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain Could give the guilty conscience peace Or wash away the stain. But Christ, the heav’nly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While, like a penitent, I stand, And there confess my sin. My soul looks back to see The burdens Thou didst bear When hanging on the cursèd tree, And hopes her guilt was there. Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 10:4] O Thou Whose Offering On The Tree

  O Thou whose offering on the tree The legal offerings all foreshowed, Borrowed their whole effect from Thee, And drew their virtue from Thy blood. The blood of goats and bullocks slain, Could never for one sin atone; To purge the guilty offerer’s stain, Thine was the work, and Thine alone. Vain in themselves their duties were, Their services could never please, Till joined with Thine, and made to share The merits of Thy righteousness. Forward they cast a faithful look On Thy approaching sacrifice; And thence their pleasing savor took, And rose accepted in the skies. These feeble types and shadows old, Are all in Thee, the Truth, fulfilled; We in Thy sacrifice behold The substance of those rites revealed. Thy meritorious sufferings past, We see by faith to us brought back; And, on Thy grand oblation cast, Its saving benefits partake.

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  source: Cyberhymnal