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Kolose 3:17

• [Kol 3:17] Name Which I Whisper, The

  The Name which I whisper as morning time breaks, And is on my tongue as my body awakes, Is Jesus, is Jesus, is Jesus, Jesus. The Name which I whisper as hours will fly, And lives in my mind until evening will die, Is Jesus, is Jesus, is Jesus, Jesus. The Name which I mention when night’s coming near, The Name of the Man that my heart loves so dear, Is Jesus, is Jesus, is Jesus, Jesus. That Name is the only last word I will say, The first I will whisper in Heaven one day, Is Jesus, is Jesus, is Jesus, Jesus.

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• [Kol 3:17] Sons Of Labor, Dear To Jesus

  Sons of labor, dear to Jesus, To your homes and work again; Go with brave hearts back to duty, Face the peril, bear the pain. Be your dwellings ne’er so lowly, Yet remember, by your bed, That the Son of God most holy Had not where to lay His head. Sons of labor, think of Jesus As you rest your homes within, Think of that sweet Babe of Mary In the stable of the inn. Think how in the sacred story Jesus took a humble grade, And the Lord of Life and Glory Worked with Joseph at His trade. Sons of labor, pray to Jesus; Oh, how Jesus prayed for you! In the moonlight, on the mountain, Where the shimmering olives grew. When you rise up at the dawning, Ere in toil you wend your way, Pray, as He prayed, in the morning, Long before the break of day. Sons of labor, be like Jesus, Undefilèd, chaste, and pure; And, though Satan tempt you sorely, By His grace you shall endure. Husband, father, son and brother, Be ye gentle, just and true— Be ye kind to one another, As the Lord is kind to you. Sons of labor, seek for Jesus, Where He tells you ye shall find, In the children, ’mid the mourners, In the sick, poor, lame and blind— “Search the Scriptures,” He entreats you, “For of Me they testify”; Love His altar, where He meets you, Saying, “Fear not—It is I.” Sons of labor, go to Jesus, In your sorrow, shame and loss; He is nearest, you are dearest, When you bravely bear His cross. Go to Him, who died to save you, And is still the sinner’s Friend; And the great love, which forgave you, Will forgive you to the end. Sons of labor, live for Jesus, Be your work your worship, too; In His Name, and to His glory, Do whate’er you find to do; Till this night of sin and sorrow Be for ever overpast; And we see the golden morrow, Home with Jesus, home at last!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kol 3:17] Thrice-holy Name!

  Thrice-holy Name! that sweeter sounds Than streams which down the valley run, And tells of more than human love, And more than human power, in one: First from the gracious herald heard, Heard since through all the choirs on high; O Child of Mary, Son of God, Eternal, hear Thy children’s cry! While at the blessèd Name we bow, Lord Jesus, be among us now! Within our dim-eyed souls call up The vision of Thine earthly years; The mount of the transfigured form; The garden of the bitter tears; The cross upreared in darkening skies; The thorn-wreathed head, the bleeding side; And whisper in the heart, “For you, For you, I left the Heav’ns, and died,” While at the blessèd Name we bow, Lord Jesus, be among us now! Ah! with faith’s inward piercing eye The riven rock-hewn bed we see, Whence Thou in triumph hast gone forth By death from death to make us free! And when on earth’s last awful day The judgment-seat of God shall shine, Lift Thou our trembling eyes to read In Thy dear face the mercy-sign. While at the blessèd Name we bow, Lord Jesus, be among us now!

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  source: Cyberhymnal