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Markus 1:15

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Markus 4:39

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Markus 11:15

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Markus 14:37

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Markus 1:15

• [Mrk 1:15] Arise, Sons Of The Kingdom

  Arise, sons of the kingdom! The King is drawing nigh; Arise, and hail with gladness The Ruler from on high. Ye Christians, hasten forth! Your praise and homage bring Him And glad hosannas sing Him, Naught else your love is worth. Arise, ye drooping mourners! The King is very near; Away with grief and sorrow, For lo! your Help is here. Behold, in many a place— We find Him, our Salvation, O blessed consolation! In His pure means of grace. Arise, ye much afflicted! The King is now not far; Rejoice, ye long dejected! Here comes the Morning Star. The Lord will give you joy; Though troubles now distress you, With comfort He will bless you, E’en death He will destroy. Now hear, ye bold transgressors, The King does well give heed To all that ye are doing, And to the life ye lead, Enthralled to sin and hell; Nothing in all creation Escapes His observation He marketh all things well. Be righteous, ye His subjects, The King is just and true; Prepare for Him a highway, Make all things straight and new. He means all for our good Then let us bear our crosses That He Himself imposes, In an undaunted mood. Though war and conflagration Take all our goods away; The Lord is our salvation And heritage for aye. E’en though our loved ones die, Yet they are not forsaken, But from this world are taken To live with God on high Arise, ye poor and needy! The King provides for you; He comes with succor speedy, With mercy ever new. He Who a beast did heed Lets not His children perish; All hopes that man may cherish He can fulfill indeed. He nevermore forsaketh A child that feels the rod, Who Him his refuge maketh, And puts his trust in God. He is our sovereign King; E’en death itself shall never Those from their Master sever Who to His mercy cling. Arise, ye faint and fearful! The King now comes with might, His heart hath long since loved us, He makes our darkness light. Now are our sorrows o’er; No wrath shall e’er befall us, Since God in grace doth call us His children evermore. Haste then, with eager footsteps, To see your Sovereign there! He rides as King of Zion, Strong, glorious, meek and fair. Draw near the Lord and give To Him your salutation, Who bringeth great salvation, And bids the sinner live. The King in grace remembers His loved ones here below With gifts of royal treasures, Yea, doth Himself bestow Through His blest Word and grace. O King, arrayed in splendor, To Thee all praise we’ll render Here and there face to face. O rich the gifts Thou bring’st us, Thyself made poor and weak; O Love beyond expression That thus can sinners seek! For this, O Lord, will we Our joyous tribute bring Thee, And glad hosannas sing Thee, And ever grateful be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 1:15] Arise, The Kingdom Is At Hand

  Arise, the kingdom is at hand, The King is drawing nigh; Arise with joy, thou faithful band, To meet the Lord most high! Look up, ye souls, weighed down with care, The Sovereign is not far; Look up, faint hearts, from your despair, Behold the Morning Star! Look up, ye drooping hearts, today, The King is very near; O cast your griefs and fears away, For, lo, your help is here! Hope on, ye broken hearts, at last The King comes in His might; He loved us in the ages past When we lay wrapped in night. Look up, ye souls weighed down with care, The Sovereign is not far! Look up, faint hearts, from your despair, Behold the Morning Star! The Lord is with us now, who shall The sinking spirit feed With strength and comfort at its need To Whom e’en death shall bow. Hope, O ye broken hearts, at last! The King comes on in might, He loved us in the ages past When we sat wrapped in night; Now are our sorrows o’er, and fear And wrath to joy give place, Since God hath made us in His grace His children evermore. O rich the gifts Thou bringest us, Thyself made poor and weak; O love beyond compare that thus Can foes and sinners seek! For this we raise a gladsome voice On high to Thee alone, And evermore with thanks rejoice Before Thy glorious throne.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 1:15] Let The Earth Now Praise The Lord

  Let the earth now praise the Lord. Who hath truly kept His Word And the sinners’ Help and Friend Now at last to us doth send. What the fathers most desired, What the prophet’s heart inspired, What they longed for many a year, Stands fulfilled in glory here. Abram’s promised great Reward, Zion’s Helper, Jacob’s Lord, Him of twofold race behold, Truly came, as long foretold. Welcome, O my Savior, now! Hail! My Portion, Lord, art Thou. Here, too, in my heart, I pray, Oh, prepare Thyself a way! King of Glory, enter in; Cleanse it from the filth of sin, As Thou hast so often done; It belongs to Thee alone. As Thy coming was in peace, Quiet, full of gentleness, Let the same mind dwell in me That was ever found in Thee. Comfort my desponding heart: Thou my Strength and Refuge art. I am weak, and cunningly Satan lays his snares for me. Bruise for me the Serpent’s head, That, set free from doubt and dread, I may cleave to Thee in faith, Safely kept through life and death. And when Thou dost come again As a glorious King to reign, I with joy may see Thy face, Freely ransomed by Thy grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 4:39

• [Mrk 4:39] Does Thy Savior Pilot Thee?

  The stormy winds may blow, And with fury lash life’s sea; There’s peace within my soul tonight. For my Savior dwells with me. Refrain He will bring the peace and comfort, Sailor, on a stormy sea; Do you hope to reach the haven? Does thy Savior pilot thee? How sad to drift alone, Tossed by every passing wave! There is a Pilot, sin sick soul; Christ alone thy bark can save. Refrain A voice says, “Peace, be still,” And sweet rest comes into life; No longer left to fight alone, He will guide thee through the strife. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:39] He’s The Prince Of Peacemakers

  He hath spoken, “Be still,” the Rebuker of seas; The command was for me, and my heart is at ease; He hath hushed into silence the waves and the winds, By applying His blood, and removing my sins. Refrain He’s the Prince of peacemakers, all glory to God, To redeem me, and cleanse me, He shed his own blood; My adoption is sealed, I’m a child of the King, And for ever and ever of Jesus I’ll sing. He hath quickened my soul by a life from above, It was done by the Spirit, its essence is love; He hath pardoned and washed me as white as the snow, And my heart with His love does this moment o’erflow. Refrain He’s a wonderful Jesus, this Savior of mine, He’s the great Son of God, a Redeemer divine. He’s my strength, and my wisdom, my life and my Lord, And enthroned in my heart to be loved and adored. Refrain I will love Him and serve Him, from now till I die, For His love fills my heart, and His beauty my eye. He’s the fairest and dearest of all to my soul, And our lives shall be one, while eternities roll. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:39] Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me

  Jesus, Savior, pilot me Over life’s tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treacherous shoal. Chart and compass come from Thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me. While th’Apostles’ fragile bark Struggled with the billows dark, On the stormy Galilee, Thou didst walk upon the sea; And when they beheld Thy form, Safe they glided through the storm. Though the sea be smooth and bright, Sparkling with the stars of night, And my ship’s path be ablaze With the light of halcyon days, Still I know my need of Thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me. When the darkling heavens frown, And the wrathful winds come down, And the fierce waves, tossed on high, Lash themselves against the sky, Jesus, Savior, pilot me, Over life’s tempestuous sea. As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boisterous waves obey Thy will, When Thou sayest to them, “Be still!” Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, Jesus, Savior, pilot me. When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar ’Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on Thy breast, May I hear Thee say to me, “Fear not, I will pilot thee.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:39] Pilot Of Galilee, The

  Out on life’s ocean with perils ever nigh, I have a Pilot on Whom I can rely; With Him to guide me, life’s storms I can defy, ’Tis Christ of Galilee. Refrain He is my Pilot on life’s stormy sea, This wondrous Man of Galilee; I’m safe in His keeping, Tho’ storms are round me sweeping, This Pilot of Galilee. Wondrous His power and matchless is His skill, Billows and tempests obey His sov’reign will. Hushed into silence at His blest “Peace, be still,” This Man of Galilee. Refrain Fierce was the tempest once raging in my soul, When of my bark He, my Pilot, took control. With voice commanding above the thunder’s roll, This Man of Galilee. Refrain Hear it, ye storm-tossed, upon the sea of sin, Why will ye not take the heav’nly Pilot in? Safely He’ll guide you the haven blest to win, This Man of Galilee. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:39] Storm Is Passing Over, The

  O courage, my soul, and let us journey on, For tho’ the night is dark, it won’t be very long. O thanks be to God, the morning light appears, And the storm is passing over, Hallelujah! Refrain Hallelujah! Hallelujah! The storm is passing over, Hallelujah! O billows rolling high, and thunder shakes the ground, The lightnings flash, and tempest all around, But Jesus walks the sea and calms the angry waves, And the storm is passing over, Hallelujah! Refrain The stars have disappeared, and distant lights are dim, My soul is filled with fears, the seas are breaking in. I hear the Master cry, “Be not afraid, ’tis I,” And the storm is passing over, Hallelujah! Refrain Now soon we shall reach the distant shining shore, Then free from all the storms, we’ll rest forevermore. And safe within the veil, we’ll furl the riven sail, And the storm will all be over, Hallelujah! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:39] Who Will Our Pilot Be?

  We sail along toward the harbor light, Over the great life sea; The breakers roar and the waves dash high, Who will our pilot be? Refrain The Christ will our Pilot be, A wonderful Guide is He; So we’ll sail, sail sail! Christ will our Pilot be. We sail along in the morning bright, Happy and glad are we; But still we ask, as the rocks draw near, Who will our pilot be? Refrain We sail along, there are shoals, they say, Dangers from which to flee; We face the storm with a heavy heart, Who will our pilot be? Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 9:4-5

• [Mrk 9:5] Lord Jesus, On The Holy Mount

  Lord Jesus, on the holy mount We would abide with Thee, Still drinking from the blessèd fount Of grace, so rich and free. There prophets praise Thy glorious Name, And deeds which Thou hast done; And there the Father’s words proclaim His own belovèd Son. The rays of Thy transfigured face Beam with such golden light That we would never leave the place, Nor lose the heavenly sight. But there is work on earth to do, The suffering soul to heal; The harvest great, the laborers few Thy kingdom to reveal. We may not linger on the mount, Where bright Thy glories shine; We may not taste the sacred fount Of blessedness divine. But let some beams of heavenly light Make bright our earthly way; Then grant the beatific sight Of heaven and endless day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 9:23

• [Mrk 9:23] My Sins Have Taken Such A Hold On Me

  My sins have taken such a hold on me, I am not able to look up to Thee; Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: But Thou hast taken all my sins away, And I in Thee dare now look up and pray: Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. Of nights unhallowed, and of sinful days, Of careless thoughts and words and works and way, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: And in the life which doth within me live, And the forgiveness which can all forgive, Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. Of selfishness which makes the soul unjust, Envy and strife and every sinful lust, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: And in the blood, which doth my pardon plead, The truth and love, which for me intercede, Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. Of sins that as a cloud have hid Thy face, Of Thy care slighted, and thy grievèd grace, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: In Love, that puts sin’s envious veil aside, Rending the veil of flesh which for me died, Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief. For sin I mourn, the sin that gave Thee pain; Thine was the burden, mine alone the stain; Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: Christ is my joy; and out of all distress He doth deliver with His righteousness: Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 11:23

• [Mrk 11:23] Creator Of The Stars Of Night

  Creator Spirit, by Whose aid The world’s foundations first were laid, Come, visit every pious mind; Come, pour Thy joys on human kind; From sin, and sorrow set us free; And make Thy temples worthy Thee. O Source of uncreated Light, The Father’s promised Paraclete! Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heav’nly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing! Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Thou strength of His almighty hand, Whose pow’r does Heav’n and earth command: Proceeding Spirit, our Defense, Who dost the gift of tongues dispense, And crown’st Thy gift with eloquence! Refine and purge our earthly parts; But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts! Our frailties help, our vice control; Submit the senses to the soul; And when rebellious they are grown, Then, lay Thy hand, and hold them down. Create all new; our wills control, Subdue the rebel in our soul; Make us eternal truths receive, And practice all that we believe; Give us Thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son by Thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend th’almighty Father’s Name: The Savior Son be glorified, Who for lost man’s redemption died: And equal adoration be, Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 11:23] Give Me The Faith Which Can Remove

  Give me the faith which can remove And sink the mountain to a plain; Give me the childlike praying love, Which longs to build Thy house again; Thy love, let it my heart overpower, And all my simple soul devour. I want an even strong desire, I want a calmly fervent zeal, To save poor souls out of the fire, To snatch them from the verge of hell, And turn them to a pardoning God, And quench the brands in Jesus’ blood. I would the precious time redeem, And longer live for this alone, To spend and to be spent for them Who have not yet my Savior known; Fully on these my mission prove, And only breathe, to breathe Thy love. My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord, Into Thy blessed hands receive; And let me live to preach Thy Word, And let me to Thy glory live; My every sacred moment spend In publishing the sinner’s Friend. Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart With boundless charity divine, So shall I all strength exert, And love them with a zeal like Thine, And lead them to Thy open side, The sheep for whom the Shepherd died. O that I was as heretofore When first sent forth in Jesu’s Name. I rush’d thro’ every open Door, And cried to All, ‘Behold the Lamb!’ Seiz’d the poor trembling Slaves of Sin, And forc’d the Outcasts to come in.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 11:23] Only Believe

  Fear not, little flock, from the cross to the throne, From death into life He went for His own; All power in earth, all power above, Is given to Him for the flock of His love. Refrain Only believe, only believe; All things are possible, only believe, Only believe, only believe; All things are possible, only believe. Fear not, little flock, He goeth ahead, Your Shepherd selecteth the path you must tread; The waters of Marah He’ll sweeten for thee, He drank all the bitter in Gethsemane. Refrain Fear not, little flock, whatever your lot, He enters all rooms, “the doors being shut,” He never forsakes; He never is gone, So count on His presence in darkness and dawn. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 12:17

• [Mrk 12:17] Soul, What Return Has God, Thy Savior

  Soul, what return has God, thy Savior, For all He gives thee day by day? Oh, hast thou in thy gift a favor That can delight and please Him?—Say! The best of off’rings He requires: Thy heart it is that He desires. Give unto God thy heart’s affection; Who else can claim thee as His own? Should Satan hold thee in subjection? With him but pangs of hell are known. To Thee alone, O Lord divine, My heart and all I now resign. Accept the gift which Thou requirest, My heart and soul, O gracious God, The first-fruits Thou so much desirest, For which Thy Son paid with His blood. To Thee I willingly assign My heart, dear Lord, for it is Thine. Whom should I give my heart’s affection But Thee, who gavest Thine to faith? Thy fervent love is my protection; Lord, Thou hast loved me unto death. My heart with Thine shall ever be One heart throughout eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 13:34

• [Mrk 13:34] Oh, What Are You Going To Do?

  Oh, what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? You have thought of some useful labor, But what is the end in view? You are fresh from the home of your boyhood, And just in the bloom of youth! Have you tasted the sparkling water, That flows from the fount of truth? Is your heart in the Savior’s keeping? Remember, He died for you! Then what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? Will you honor His cause and kingdom, Wherever your path may be? And stand as a bright example, That others your light may see? Are you willing to live for Jesus? And ready the cross to bear? Are you willing to meet reproaches? The frowns of the world to share? Your lot may perhaps be humble, But God has a work for you! Then what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? Oh, what are you going to do, brother? The morning of youth is past; The vigor and strength of manhood, My brother, are yours at last. You are rising in worldly prospects, And prospered in earthly things: A duty to those less favored The smile of your fortune brings. Go prove that your heart is grateful— The Lord has a work for you! Then what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? Oh, what are you going to do, brother? Your sun at its noon is high! It shines in meridian splendor, And rides through a cloudless sky. You are holding a high position Of honor, of trust, and fame; Are you willing to give the glory And praise to your Savior’s Name? The regions that sit in darkness Are stretching their hands to you; Then, what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? Oh, what are you going to do, brother? The twilight approaches now; Already your locks are silvered, And winter is on your brow. Your talents, your time, your riches, To Jesus, your Master, give; Then ask if the world around you Is better because you live. You are nearing the brink of Jordan, But still there is work for you; Then, what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do?

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 14:37

• [Mrk 14:37] Not Now, My Child

  Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing, A little longer on the billows’ foam; A few more journeyings in the desert darkness, And then, the sunshine of thy Father’s home! Not now, for I have wand’rers in the distance, And thou must call them in with patient love; Not now, for I have sheep upon the mountain, And thou must follow them where’er they rove. Not now; for I have loved ones sad and weary; Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile? Sick ones, who need thee in their lonely sorrow; Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while? Not now, for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding And thou must teach those widowed hearts to sing: Not now; for orphans’ tears are quickly falling, They must be gathered ’neath some sheltering wing. Not now, for many a hungry one is pining, Thy willing hand must be outstretched and free; Thy Father hears the mighty cry of anguish, And gives His answering messages to thee. Go, with the Name of Jesus, to the dying, And speak that Name in all its living power; Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary? Canst thou not watch with Me one little hour? One little hour! and then the glorious crowning, The golden harp-strings, and the victor’s palm; One little hour! and then the hallelujah! Eternity’s long, deep thanksgiving psalm!

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  source: Cyberhymnal