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Matius 20:20-28

Markus 10:35-45

Roma 12:10

Filipi 2:3

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Matius 20:20-28

• [Mat 20:21] Two Brothers Freely Cast Their Lot

  Two brothers freely cast their lot With David’s royal Son; The cost of conquest counting not, They deem the battle won. Brothers in heart, they hope to gain An undivided joy, That man may one with man remain, As boy was one with boy. Christ heard; and willed that James should fall First prey of Satan’s rage; John linger out his fellows all, And die in bloodless age. Now they join hands once more above Before the Conqueror’s throne! Thus God grants prayer; but in His love Makes times and ways His own. All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee While endless ages run.

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• [Mat 20:22] Son Of God Goes Forth To War, The

  The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain; His blood red banner streams afar: Who follows in His train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train. That martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train? A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the Spirit came; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant’s brandished steel, The lion’s gory mane; They bowed their heads the death to feel: Who follows in their train? A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Savior’s throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of Heav’n, Through peril, toil and pain; O God, to us may grace be given, To follow in their train.

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• [Mat 20:23] Oh! What, If We Are Christ’s

  Oh! what, if we are Christ’s, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross. Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ’s suffeirngs shared below: Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. Lord, may that grace be ours, Like them in faith to bear All that of sorrow, grief or pain May be our portion here. Enough if Thou at last The word of blessing give, And let us rest beneath Thy feet, Where saints and angels live. All glory, Lord, to Thee, Whom Heav’n and earth adore; To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God forevermore.

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Markus 10:35-45

• [Mrk 10:38] Are Ye Able?

  “Are ye able,” said the Master, “To be crucified with Me?” “Yea,” the sturdy dreamers answered, “To the death we follow Thee.” Refrain Lord, we are able. Our spirits are Thine. Remold them, make us, like Thee, divine. Thy guiding radiance above us shall be A beacon to God, to love and loyalty. Are you able to relinquish Purple dreams of power and fame, To go down into the Garden, Or to die a death of shame? Refrain Are ye able, when the anguish Racks your mind and heart with pain, To forgive the souls who wrong you, Who would make your striving vain? Refrain Are ye able to remember, When a thief lifts up his eyes, That his pardoned soul is worthy Of a place in paradise? Refrain Are ye able when the shadows Close around you with the sod, To believe that spirit triumphs, To commend your soul to God? Refrain Are ye able? Still the Master Whispers down eternity, And heroic spirits answer, Now as then in Galilee. Refrain

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• [Mrk 10:44] Servant Of All, To Toil For Man

  Servant of all, to toil for man Thou didst not, Lord, refuse; Thy majesty did not disdain To be employed for us. Son of the carpenter, receive This humble work of mine; Worth to my meanest labor give, By joining it to Thine. End of my every action Thou, In all things Thee I see; Accept my hallowed labor now, I do it unto Thee. Thy bright example I pursue, To Thee in all things rise; And all I think or speak or do Is one great sacrifice. Careless through outward cares I go, From all distraction free; My hands are but engaged below, My heart is still with Thee.

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• [Mrk 10:45] I Gave My Life For Thee

  I gave My life for thee, My precious blood I shed, That thou might ransomed be, and raised up from the dead I gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me? I gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me? My Father’s house of light, My glory circled throne I left for earthly night, for wanderings sad and lone; I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me? I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me? I suffered much for thee, more than thy tongue can tell, Of bitterest agony, to rescue thee from hell. I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me? I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me? And I have brought to thee, down from My home above, Salvation full and free, My pardon and My love; I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me? I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me? Thy life was given for me; Thy blood, O Lord, was shed, That I might ransomed be, and quickened from the dead. Thy life was given for me; what have I given for Thee? Thy life was given for me; what have I given for Thee? Long years were spent for me, in weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know. Long years were spent for me; have I spent one for Thee? Long years were spent for me; have I spent one for Thee? And Thou hast brought to me, down from Thy home above, Salvation full and free, Thy pardon and Thy love. Great gifts Thou broughtest me; what have I brought to Thee? Great gifts Thou broughtest me; what have I brought to Thee? O let my life be given, my years for Thee be spent, World fetters all be riven, and joy with suffering blent! Thou gavest Thyself for me; I give myself to Thee. Thou gavest Thyself for me; I give myself to Thee.

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• [Mrk 10:45] I Saw One Hanging On A Tree

  I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood, Who fixed His languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood. Refrain O, can it be, upon a tree, The Savior died for me? My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled, To think He died for me! Sure, never to my latest breath, Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke. Refrain My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair, I saw my sins His blood had spilt, And helped to nail Him there. Refrain A second look He gave, which said, “I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou mayst live.” Refrain

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• [Mrk 10:45] Jesus Came Down My Ransom To Be

  Jesus came down my ransom to be; O it was wonderful love! For out of the Father’s heart He came, To die me for me on a cross of shame, And from sin’s bondage to reclaim; O it was wonderful love! Refrain Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful love, Coming to me from Heaven above, Filling me, thrilling me through and through; O it was wonderful love! Clear to faith’s vision the cross reveals Beautiful actions of love; And all that by grace e’en I may be When saved, to serve Him eternally. He came, He died, for you and me; O it was wonderful love! Refrain His death’s a claim, His love has a plea; O it is wonderful love! Ungrateful was I to slight Thy call, But, Lord, now I come, before Thee fall, I give myself, I give up all, All for Thy wonderful love. Refrain

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• [Mrk 10:45] Savior, Who Thy Life Didst Give

  Savior, who Thy life didst give That our souls might ransomed be, Rest we not till all the world Hears that love and turns to Thee. Help us that we falter not, Though the fields are white and wide, And the reapers, sorely pressed, Call for aid on every side. Guide us, that with swifter feet, We may speed us on our way, Leading darkened nations forth Into Thine eternal day. Sweet the service, blest the toil; Thine alone the glory be; O baptize our souls anew, Consecrate us all to Thee.

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Lukas 22:24-27

• [Luk 22:27] Toil Of Brain, Or Heart, Or Hand, The

  The toil of brain, or heart, or hand, Is man’s appointed lot; He who God’s call can understand, Will work and murmur not. Toil is no thorny crown of pain, Bound round man’s brow for sin; True souls, from it, all strength may gain, High manliness may win. O God! Who workest hitherto, Working in all we see, Fain would we be, and bear, and do, As best it pleaseth Thee. Where’er Thou sendest we will go, Nor any question ask, And what Thou biddest we will do, Whatever be the task. Our skill of hand, and strength of limb, Are not our own, but Thine; We link them to the work of Him Who made all life divine! Our brother-friend, Thy holy Son, Shared all our lot and strife; And nobly will our work be done, If molded by His life.

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Roma 12:10

• [Rm 12:10] My Master Was A Worker

  My Master was a worker, With daily work to do, And he who would be like Him Must be a worker, too. Then welcome honest labor, And honest labor’s fare, For where there is a worker, The Master’s man is there. My Master was a comrade, A trusty friend and true, And he who would be like Him, Must be a comrade, too. In happy hour of singing, In silent hours of care, Where goes a loyal comrade, The Master’s man is there. My Master was a helper, The woes of life He knew, And he who would be like Him Must be a helper, too. The burden will grow lighter, If each will take a share, And where there is a helper, The Master’s man is there. Then, brothers brave and manly, Together let us be, For He, who is our Master, The Man of men was He. The men who would be like Him Are wanted everywhere, And where they love each other The Master’s men are there.

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