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Lukas 2:48

Mazmur 40:8

Maleakhi 3:1

Matius 21:12

Yohanes 2:16-17

Yohanes 6:38

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Mazmur 40:8

• [Mzm 40:8] Lord, As Thou Wilt

  Lord, as Thou wilt, deal Thou with me; No other wish I cherish; In life and death I cling to Thee; Oh, do not let me perish! Let not Thy grace from me depart And grant an ever patient heart To bear what Thou dost send me. Grant honor, truth, and purity, And love Thy Word to ponder; From all false doctrine keep me free, Bestow, both here and yonder, What serves my everlasting bliss; Preserve me from unrighteousness Throughout my earthly journey. When, at Thy summons, I must leave This vale of sin and sadness, Give me Thy grace, Lord, not to grieve, But to depart with gladness. To Thee my spirit I commend; O Lord, grant me a blessèd end Through Jesus Christ, my Savior.

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Maleakhi 3:1

• [Mal 3:1] Great Forerunner Of The Morn, The

  The great forerunner of the morn, The herald of the Word, is born: And faithful hearts shall never fail With thanks and praise his light to hail. With heavenly message Gabriel came, That John should be that herald’s name, And with prophetic utterance told His actions great and manifold. John, still unborn, yet gave aright His witness to the coming Light; And Christ, the Sun of all the earth, Fulfilled that witness at His birth. Of woman born shall never be A greater prophet than was he, Whose mighty deeds exalt his fame To greater than a prophet’s name. But why should mortal accents raise The hymn of John the Baptist’s praise? Of whom, or e’er his course was run, Thus spake the Father to the Son? “Behold, My herald, who shall go Before Thy face Thy way to show, And shine, as with the day-star’s gleam, Before Thine own eternal beam.” All praise to God the Father be, All praise, eternal Son, to Thee, Whom with the Spirit we adore Forever and forevermore.

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• [Mal 3:1] Open The Windows Of Heaven

  Open the windows of Heaven, Send showers of blessing just now; Look on us, Lord, in Thy mercy, While humbly before Thee we bow. Refrain Showers of blessing, Fresh showers of blessing we need; Showers of blessing, For showers of blessing we plead. Open the windows of Heaven, Look tenderly on us in love Coming in heartfelt contrition, We pray Thee our sins hence remove. Refrain Trusting, we’ll try Thee, and prove Thee; All effort without Thee is vain; Earth’s greatest pleasures are fleeting, Their loss is our infinite gain. Refrain Open the windows of Heaven, And bless us for Thy dear Son’s sake; His blood shed for our redemption, Our plea, only plea we now make. Refrain

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Yohanes 9:4

• [Yoh 9:4] Abide Not In The Realm Of Dreams

  Abide not in the realm of dreams, O man, however fair it seems; But with clear eye the present scan, And hear the call of God and man. Think not in sleep to fold thy hands, Forgetful of thy Lord’s commands; From duty’s claims no life is free, Behold, today hath need of thee. The present hour allots thy task, For present strength and patience ask; And trust His love Whose sure supply Meets all thy need abundantly.

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• [Yoh 9:4] All Faded Is The Glowing Light

  All faded is the glowing light That once from Heaven shone, When startled shepherds in the night The angels came upon. O shine again, ye angel host, And say that He is near; Though but a simple few at most Believe He will appear. Ye heavens, that have been growing dark, Now also are ye dumb; When shall the listeners say, “Hark! They’re singing—He will come”? Lord, come again, O come again, Come even as Thou wilt; But not anew to suffer pain, And strive with human guilt. O come again, Thou mighty King, Let earth Thy glory see; And let us hear the angels sing, “He comes with victory.”

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• [Yoh 9:4] Go, Labor On: Spend, And Be Spent

  Go, labor on: spend, and be spent, Thy joy to do the Father’s will: It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still? Go, labor on! ’tis not for naught Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises: what are men? Go, labor on! enough, while here, If He shall praise thee, if He deign The willing heart to mark and cheer: No toil for Him shall be in vain. Go, labor on! Your hands are weak, Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is near—a kingdom and a crown. Go, labor on while it is day: The world’s dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away; It is not thus that souls are won. Men die in darkness at thy side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb; Take up the torch and wave it wide, The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom. Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray, Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world’s highway, Compel the wanderer to come in. Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice! For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom’s voice, The midnight peal, “Behold, I come!”

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• [Yoh 9:4] Handful Of Leaves, A

  What! sitting at ease when there’s work to be done! The best of the day half its circuit has run; Yon orb to its zenith rides forth in the sky; What! sitting at ease and the harvest so nigh! Refrain Oh, look on the fields, that already are white; The Lord hath commanded to work in the light; Beware lest, instead of the bright, golden sheaves, We bring to Him only a handful of leaves. What! sitting at ease, leaving others the toil Of training the vineyard and tilling the soil; This truth in our mind let us constantly keep, From seed what we scatter the fruit we shall reap. Refrain What! sitting at ease, when a burden of care Our brother has borne we might help him to bear; Oh, let us be earnest, and work while we may, The Master is calling, arise and away. Refrain No longer at ease we are folding our hands, But, willing to do what the Savior commands, We’ll work till the harvest, then gather the sheaves, And bring to Him more than a handful of leaves. Refrain

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• [Yoh 9:4] Must I Go, And Empty Handed?

  “Must I go, and empty handed,” Thus my dear Redeemer meet? Not one day of service give Him, Lay no trophy at His feet? Refrain “Must I go, and empty handed?” Must I meet my Savior so? Not one soul with which to greet Him, Must I empty handed go? Not at death I shrink or falter, For my Savior saves me now; But to meet Him empty handed, Thought of that now clouds my brow. Refrain O the years in sinning wasted, Could I but recall them now, I would give them to my Savior, To His will I’d gladly bow. Refrain O ye saints, arouse, be earnest, Up and work while yet ’tis day; Ere the night of death o’ertake thee, Strive for souls while still you may. Refrain

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• [Yoh 9:4] One More Day’s Work For Jesus

  One more day’s work for Jesus, One less of life for me! But Heav’n is nearer, and Christ is clearer Than yesterday, to me. His love and light fill all my soul tonight. Refrain One more day’s work for Jesus, One more day’s work for Jesus, One more day’s work for Jesus, One less of life for me! One more day’s work for Jesus! How sweet the work has been, To tell the story, to show the glory, Where Christ’s flock enters in! How it did shine in this poor heart of mine. Refrain One more day’s work for Jesus! O yes, a weary day; But Heav’n shines clearer, and rest comes nearer, At each step of the way; And Christ in all, before His face I fall. Refrain O blessèd work for Jesus! O rest at Jesus’ feet! There toil seems pleasure, my wants are treasure, And pain for Him is sweet. Lord, if I may, I’ll serve another day! Refrain

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• [Yoh 9:4] Sunday School Volunteer Song

  We are marching on with shield and banner bright, We will work for God and battle for the right, We will praise His Name, rejoicing in His might, And we’ll work till Jesus calls. In the Sunday School our army we prepare, As we rally round our blessèd standard there, And the Savior’s cross we early learn to bear, While we work till Jesus comes. Refrain Then awake, then awake, happy song, happy song, Shout for joy, shout for joy, as we gladly march along. We are marching onward, singing as we go, To the promised land where living waters flow; Come and join our ranks as pilgrims here below, Come and work till Jesus calls. We are marching on, our Captain, ever near, Will protect us still, His gentle voice we hear: Let the foe advance, we’ll never, never fear, For we’ll work till Jesus calls. Then awake, awake, our happy, happy song, We will shout for joy, and gladly march along; In the Lord of Hosts let every heart be strong, While we work till Jesus comes. Refrain

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• [Yoh 9:4] We’ll Work

  How much as children we can do, To show our love for Jesus, For Him who died our souls to save, For Him who always sees us. Refrain We’ll work, we’ll work, We’ll work with willing hand, We’ll work until the Master calls us To the promised land. We’ll be to all both kind and true, We’ll cheer the sad and lonely, By telling of the peace they’ll find In Jesus, and Him only. Refrain So let us work with loving hands, With honest, true endeavor, Until the Maker calls us home, To dwell with Him forever. Refrain

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• [Yoh 9:4] We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes

  O land of rest, for thee I sigh! When will the moment come When I shall lay my armor by And dwell in peace at home? Refrain We’ll work till Jesus comes, We’ll work till Jesus comes, We’ll work till Jesus comes, And we’ll be gathered home. To Jesus Christ I fled for rest; He bade me cease to roam, And lean for comfort on His breast Till He conduct me home. Refrain I sought at once my Savior’s side; No more my steps shall roam. With Him I’ll brave death’s chilling tide And reach my heav’nly home. Refrain

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• [Yoh 9:4] Work, For The Night Is Coming

  Work, for the night is coming, Work through the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work ’mid springing flowers; Work when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When man’s work is done. Work, for the night is coming, Work through the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon. Give every flying minute, Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies. Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more; Work, while the night is darkening, When man’s work is o’er.

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