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Ibrani 9:22-26

• [Ibr 9:22] Jesus, Whose Blood So Freely Streamed

  Jesus, whose blood so freely streamed To satisfy the law’s demand; By Thee from guilt and wrath redeemed, Before the Father’s face I stand. To reconcile offending man, Make Justice drop her angry rod; What creature could have formed the plan, Or who fulfill it but a God? No drop remains of all the curse, For wretches who deserved the whole; No arrows dipped in wrath to pierce The guilty, but returning soul. Peace by such means so dearly bought, What rebel could have hoped to see? Peace by his injured Sovereign wrought, His Sovereign fastened to a tree. Now, Lord, Thy feeble worm prepare! For strife with earth and hell begins; Conform and gird me for the war; They hate the soul that hates his sins. Let them in horrid league agree! They may assault, they may distress; But cannot quench Thy love to me, Nor rob me of the Lord my Peace.

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• [Ibr 9:22] Nothing But The Blood

  What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus; What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain Oh! precious is the flow That makes me white as snow; No other fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. For my pardon, this I see, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; For my cleansing this my plea, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain Nothing can for sin atone, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; Naught of good that I have done, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain This is all my hope and peace, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; This is all my righteousness, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain Now by this I’ll overcome— Nothing but the blood of Jesus, Now by this I’ll reach my home— Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain Glory! Glory! This I sing— Nothing but the blood of Jesus, All my praise for this I bring— Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain

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Wahyu 8:3-5

• [Why 8:4] Morning Prayer

  Thankful for the morning light, Shining over earth and sea; Thankful for the gift of sight O Father, Lord, to Thee. To Thee with all the heart I pray, Now at the dawning of the day; I know Thou hast me in Thy care, And Thou wilt hear my prayer. Thankful for the power to hear; Thankful for the power to speak; Lord, to Thee I bend my ear, Thy holy face I seek, To Thee my earliest thoughts are giv’n, Like incense, may they rise to Heav’n; And from Thee thence a blessing bear, In answer to my prayer. Thanks I give for strength and health, Making all my pulses leap; Greater boon than boundless wealth Is waking out of sleep. content and glad for each new day, O father, Lord, to Thee I pray; I pray to Heav’n for Thou art there; And Thou art everywhere. Greatest boon is heart of love; May at length this heart be mine; Lord, Thou sendest from above Thy love and truth divine. And they shall purge the willing soul Of earthly ills, and make it whole; For Thou didst come those ills to bear, And canst not spurn my prayer.

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• [Why 8:4] Now From The Altar Of My Heart

  Now from the altar of my heart Let incense flames arise; Assist me, Lord, to offer up Mine evening sacrifice. Awake, my love! Awake, my joy! Awake, my heart and tongue! Sleep not: when mercies loudly call, Break forth into a song. This day God was my Sun and Shield, My Keeper and my Guide; His care was on my frailty shown, His mercies multiplied. Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick but mercies were More fleet and free than they. New time, new favor, and new joys Do a new song require; Till I shall praise Thee as I would, Accept my heart’s desire. Man’s life’s a book of history, The leaves thereof are days, The letters mercies closely joined, The title is Thy praise. Lord of my time, whose hand hath set New time upon my score, Then I shall praise for all my time, When time shall be no more.

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• [Why 8:4] O God, Thy World Is Sweet With Prayer

  O God, Thy world is sweet with prayer; The breath of Christ is in the air; We rise on Thy free Spirit’s wings, And every thought within us sings. Thou art our Morning and our Sun, Our work is glad, in Thee begun; Our foot worn path is fresh with dew, For Thou createst all things new. O God, within us and above, Close to us in the Christ we love, Through Him, our only Guide and Way, May heavenly life be ours today!

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• [Why 8:4] O Thou, Our Savior, Brother, Friend

  O Thou, our Savior, Brother, Friend, Behold a cloud of incense rise; The prayers of saints to Heaven ascend, Grateful, accepted sacrifice. Regard our prayers for Zion’s peace; Shed in our hearts Thy love abroad; Thy gifts abundantly increase; Enlarge, and fill us all with God. Before Thy sheep, great Shepherd, go, And guide into Thy perfect will; Cause us Thy hallowed Name to know, The work of faith in us fulfill. Help us to make our calling sure; O let us all be saints indeed, And pure, as Thou Thyself art pure, Conformed in all things to our Head. Take the dear purchase of Thy blood: Thy blood shall wash us white as snow; Present us sanctified to God, And perfected in love below.

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