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Matius 27:45

Markus 15:33-34

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Matius 27:45

• [Mat 27:45] O Darkest Woe

  O darkest woe! Ye tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder? God the Father’s only Son Now lies buried yonder. O sorrow dread! God’s Son is dead! But by His expiation Of our guilt upon the cross Gained for us salvation. O sinful man, it was the ban Of death on thee that brought Him Down to suffer for thy sins, And such woe hath wrought Him. Behold thy Lord, the Lamb of God Blood sprinkled lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He May to life restore thee. O Ground of faith, Laid low in death, Sweet lips, now silent sleeping! Surely all that live must mourn Here with bitter weeping. O blest shall be Eternally Who oft in faith will ponder Why the glorious Prince of Life Should be buried yonder. O Jesus blest, my Help and Rest! With tears I pray, Lord hear me, Make me love Thee to the last, And in death be near me.

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• [Mat 27:45] Throned Upon The Awful Tree

  Throned upon the awful tree, Lamb of God, Your grief I see. Darkness veils Your anguished face; None its lines of woe can trace. None can tell what pangs unknown Hold You silent and alone. Silent through those three dread hours, Wrestling with the evil powers, Left alone with human sin, Gloom around You and within, Till the appointed time is nigh, Til the Lamb of God may die. Hark, that cry that peals aloud Upward through the whelming cloud! You, the Father’s only Son, You, His own anointed One, You are asking “can it be” “Why have You forsaken Me?” Lord, should fear and anguish roll, Darkly o’er my sinful soul, You, who once were thus bereft That Your own might ne’er be left, Teach me by that bitter cry In the gloom to know You nigh.

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Markus 15:33-34

• [Mrk 15:34] From Calvary A Cry Was Heard

  From Calvary a cry was heard, A bitter and heart-rending cry; My Savior! every mournful word Bespeaks Thy soul’s deep agony. A horror of great darkness fell On Thee, Thou spotless, holy One! And all the swarming hosts of hell Conspired to tempt God’s only Son. The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, These Thou couldst bear, nor once repine; But when Jehovah veiled His face, Unutterable pangs were Thine. Let the dumb world its silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! He died, that we might never die. Lord, on Thy cross I fix mine eye: If e’er I lose its strong control, O let that dying, piercing cry Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.

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Lukas 23:44-46

• [Luk 23:45] Behold The Savior Of Mankind

  Behold the Savior of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that Him inclined To bleed and die for thee! Though far unequal our low praise To Thy vast sufferings prove, O Lamb of God, thus all our days, Thus will we grieve and love. Hark, how He groans, while nature shakes, And earth’s strong pillars bend; The temple’s veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. “’Tis done!” The precious ransom’s paid, “Receive My soul,” He cries! See where He bows His sacred head! He bows His head, and dies! But soon He’ll break death’s envious chain, And in full glory shine: O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love, like Thine? Thy loss our ruin did repair; Death by death is slain; Thou wilt at length exalt us where Thou dost in glory reign.

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• [Luk 23:45] Lord, Remove The Veil Away

  Lord, remove the veil away, Let us see Thyself today: Thou Who camest from on high, For our sins to bleed and die, Help us now to cast aside All that would our hearts divide; With the Father and the Son, Let Thy living Church be one. Oh, from earthly cares set free, Let us find our rest in Thee; May our toils and conflicts cease In the calm of Sabbath peace; That Thy people here below Something of the bliss may know, Something of the rest and love, In the Sabbath-home above. Give our souls the spotless dress Of Thy perfect righteousness; So at length each welcome guest Then shall enter to the feast, Take the harp and raise the song, All Thy ransomed ones among; Earthly cares and sorrows o’er, Joys to last forevermore.

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• [Luk 23:46] And Now, Beloved Lord, Thy Soul Resigning

  And now, belovèd Lord, Thy Soul resigning, Into Thy Father’s arms with conscious will, Calmly, with reverend grace, Thy head inclining, The throbbing brow and laboring breast grow still. Freely Thy life Thou yieldest, meekly bending E’en to the last beneath our sorrows’ load, Yet strong in death, in perfect peace commending, Thy Spirit to Thy Father and Thy God. My Savior, in mine hour of mortal anguish, When earth grows dim, and round me falls the night, O breathe Thy peace, as flesh and spirit languish, At that dread eventide let there be light. To Thy dear cross turn Thou my eyes in dying; Lay but my fainting head upon Thy breast; Those outstretched arms receive my latest sighing; And then, oh! then, Thine everlasting rest. O love! o’er mortal agony victorious, Now is Thy triumph! now that cross shall shine To earth’s remotest age revered and glorious, Of suffering’s deepest mystery the sign. The present, past and future here are blending, Moment supreme in this world’s history, Mid darkness, opening graves, and mountains rending, New light is dawning on humanity.

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• [Luk 23:46] Into Thy Gracious Hands I Fall

  Into Thy gracious hands I fall, And with the arms of faith embrace; O King of glory, hear my call! O raise me, heal me by Thy grace! Arm me with Thy whole armor, Lord, Support my weakness with Thy might; Gird on my thigh Thy conquering sword, And shield me in the threatening fight. From faith to faith, from grace to grace, So in Thy strength shall I go on, Till heaven and earth flee from Thy face, And glory end what grace begun.

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• [Luk 23:46] Wide Open Are Thy Hands

  Wide open are Thy hands, Paying with more than gold The awful debt of guilty men, Forever and of old. Ah, let me grasp those hands, That we may never part, And let the power of their blood Sustain my fainting heart. Wide open are Thine arms, A fallen world to embrace; To take to love and endless rest Our whole forsaken race. Lord, I am sad and poor, But boundless is Thy grace; Give me the soul transforming joy For which I seek Thy face. Draw all my mind and heart Up to Thy throne on high, And let Thy sacred cross exalt My spirit to the sky. To these, Thy mighty hands, My spirit I resign; Living, I live alone to Thee, Dying, alone am Thine.

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Yohanes 1:39

• [Yoh 1:39] Jesus! Dear Name, How Sweet It Sounds!

  Jesus! dear Name, how sweet it sounds! Replete with balm for all our wounds: His Word declares His grace is free, Come, needy sinner, “Come and see.” He left the shining courts on high, Came to our world to bleed and die; Jesus the Lord hung on a tree, Come, thoughtless sinner, “Come and see.” Your sins did pierce His bleeding heart, Till death had done its dreadful part; His boundless love extends to thee, Come, trembling sinner, “Come and see.” His blood can cleanse the foulest stain, Can make the vilest sinner clean; This fountain open stands for thee, Come, guilty sinner, “Come and see.”

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Kisah Para Rasul 3:1

• [Kis 3:1] Hour Of Prayer, The

  Glory to God for the joy to meet Here at the hour of prayer; Welcome the bliss of communion sweet Here at the hour of prayer! Refrain Nearer the gate to the soul’s bright home, Nearer the vales where the faithful roam, Nearer to God and the Lamb we come, Here at the hour of prayer. Far from the world we may turn away, Here at the hour of prayer; Gladly we rest from the toils of day Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain Rich are the blessings that all may seek Here at the hour of prayer; Grace for the weary, the faint, the weak, Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain Oh, what a holy and calm repose Here at the hour of prayer! Love in its fullness the heart o’erflows Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain

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• [Kis 3:1] Sweet Hour Of Holy, Thoughtful Prayer

  Sweet hour of holy, thoughtful prayer, Thy peace and calm may we improve, And in God’s healing service share The truths revealed by His dear love. Lord, may Thy truth upon the heart Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at His sheltering throne.

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