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Markus 1:32

• [Mrk 1:32] At Even, Ere The Sun Was Set

  At even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; O, with how many pains they met! O, with what joy they went away! Once more ’tis eventide, and we, Oppressed with various ills, draw near; What if Thyself we cannot see? We know that Thou art ever near. O Savior Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick, and some are sad; And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had. And some are pressed with worldly care And some are tried with sinful doubt; And some such grievous passions tear, That only Thou canst cast them out. And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee. And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would serve Thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. O Savior Christ, Thou too art man; Thou has been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. Thy touch has still its ancient power. No word from Thee can fruitless fall; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 1:32] Savior, Who Didst Healing Give

  Savior, who didst healing give, Still in power go before us; Thou through death didst bid men live, Unto fuller life restore us; Strength from Thee the fainting found, Deaf men heard, the blind went seeing; At Thy touch was banished sickness, And the leper felt new being. Thou didst work Thy deeds of old Through the loving hands of others; Still Thy mercies manifold Bless men by the hands of brothers; Angels still before Thy face Go, sweet health to brothers bringing; Still, hearts glow to tell His praises With Whose Name the Church is ringing. Loved physician! for his word Lo, the Gospel page burns brighter, Mission servant of the Lord, Painter true, and perfect writer; Savior, of Thy bounty send Such as Luke of Gospel story, Friends to all in body’s prison Till the sufferers see Thy glory.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 1:32] Thine Arm, O Lord, In Days Of Old

  Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old, was strong to heal and save; It triumphed o’er disease and death, o’er darkness and the grave. To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, the palsied and the lame, The leper with his tainted life, the sick with fevered frame. And lo! Thy touch brought life and health, gave speech, and strength and sight; And youth renewed and fear relieved owned Thee, the Lord of light; And now, O Lord, be near to bless, Almighty as of yore, In crowded street, by restless couch, as by Gennesaret’s shore. Be Thou our great Deliverer still, Thou Lord of life and death; Restore and quicken, soothe and bless, with Thine almighty breath. To hands that work and eyes that see, give wisdom’s heavenly lore, That whole and sick, and weak and strong, may praise Thee evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 3:15

• [Mrk 3:15] Thou, Lord, Has Power To Heal

  Thou, Lord, hast power to heal, And Thou wilt quickly aid, For Thou dost deeply feel The stripes upon us laid: Thou who wast wounded by the rod Uplifted in the hand of God. Send speedy help, we pray, To him who ailing lies, That from his couch he may With thankful heart arise; Through prayers which all availing find Thine ear, O Lover of mankind. O blinded are our eyes, And all are held in night; But like the blind who cries, We cry to Thee for light; In penitence, O Christ, we pray, Give us the radiant light of day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 7:37

• [Mrk 7:37] Now, In A Song Of Grateful Praise

  Now, in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord my voice I’ll raise; With all His saints I’ll join to tell— My Jesus has done all things well. Refrain Dear Jesus is the One I love, Oh, bless His Name! He died for me; His blood now cleanses me from sin, Dear Jesus now He sets me free. All worlds His glorious power confess, His wisdom all His works express; But oh! His love what tongue can tell? My Jesus has done all things well. Refrain How sovereign, powerful and free Has been His love to sinful me! He plucked me from the jaws of hell— My Jesus has done all things well. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 6:7

• [Mrk 6:7] Thou Who Sentest Thine Apostles

  Thou Who sentest Thine apostles Two and two before Thy face, Partners in the night of toiling, Heirs together of Thy grace, Throned at length, their labors ended, Each in his appointed place. Praise to Thee for those Thy champions Whom our hymns today proclaim; One, whose zeal by Thee enlightened Burned anew with nobler flame; One, the kinsman of Thy childhood, Brought at last to know Thy Name. Praise to Thee! Thy fire within them Spake in love, and wrought in power; Seen in mighty signs and wonders In Thy Church’s morning hour; Heard in tones of sternest warning When the storms began to lower. Once again those storms are breaking; Hearts are failing, love grows cold; Faith is darkened, sin abounding; Grievous wolves assail Thy fold; Save us, Lord, our one salvation; Save the faith revealed of old. Call the erring by Thy pity; Warn the tempted by Thy fear; Keep us true to Thine allegiance, Counting life itself less dear, Standing firmer, holding faster, As we see the end draw near. Till, with holy Jude and Simon And the thousand faithful more, We, the good confession witnessed, And the lifelong conflict o’er, On the sea of fire and crystal Stand, and wonder, and adore. God the Father, great and wondrous In Thy works, to Thee be praise; King of saints, to Thee be glory, Just and true in all Thy ways; Praise to Thee, from Both proceeding, Holy Ghost, through endless days.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 5:19

• [Mrk 5:19] No Other Story

  No other story will bear repeating As often as this is told; God’s glad good news of His love to sinners Are tidings which never grow old. Refrain Tell it again and again, Tell it again and again, The Gospel story, of grace and glory, Bears telling again and again. Proclaim with joy how the cross of suff’ring Will never be borne again. That only glory awaits the Savior, That soon He will come to reign. Refrain Go tell the story in far off countries, Let ev’ry poor sinner hear How Christ the Savior has died to win them, His love overcomes all fear. Refrain The whole sweet story is not yet finished, The sequel is but begun; When all the ransomed are safely gathered, E’en then it will not be done. Refrain Each heart that opens to hear the tidings, Receiving the Savior’s love, Will add a page to redemption’s history Rehearsed in the Home above. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 5:40

• [Mrk 5:40] O Scorned And Outcast Lord

  O scorned and outcast Lord, beneath Thy burden meekly bending, Thou, our true Isaac, to Thy death Art wearily ascending. And soon, with nail pierced feet and hands Upon the cross they raise Thee; The cross, which there uplifted stands, To all the earth displays Thee. Oh! wondrous love of God on high The sinful thus to cherish! He gave His guiltless Son to die Lest guilty man should perish. Our sin’s pollution to remove His blood was freely given; So mighty was the Savior’s love So just the wrath of heaven. Yes! ’tis the cross the breaks the rod And chain of condemnation, And makes a league ’twixt man and God For our entire salvation. O praise the Father, praise the Son, The Lamb for sinners given, And Holy Ghost, through Whom alone Our hearts are raised to Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 6:56

• [Mrk 6:56] He Touched Me And Made Me Whole

  To the feet of my Savior in trembling and fear, A penitent sinner I came; He saw, and in mercy, He bade me draw near; All glory and praise to His Name. Refrain He touched me and thus made me whole; Bringing comfort and rest to my soul; O glad happy day, all my sins rolled away! For He touched me and thus made me whole. I knew not the tender compassion and love That Jesus, my Savior, had shown; Tho’ burdened with grief, His dear hand brought relief, He healed me and called me His own. Refrain “My grace is sufficient,”I heard His dear voice, “O come and find rest for your soul; From sin you to save, My life freely I gave; I died that you might be made whole.” Refrain O Jesus, dear Jesus, Thy Name I adore, For saving and keeping my soul; Thy praises I’ll sing, my Redeemer and King, Thy dear, loving hand made me whole. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 8:38

• [Mrk 8:38] Jesus, And Shall It Ever Be

  Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man, ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days? Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let night disown each radiant star! ’Tis midnight with my soul, till He, Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. Ashamed of Jesus! O as soon Let morning blush to own the sun! He sheds the beams of light divine O’er this benighted soul of mine. Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend On Whom my hopes of Heav’n depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name. Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may When I’ve no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride! I’ll boast a Savior crucified, And O may this my portion be, My Savior not ashamed of me! Jesus! and shall it ever be! A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Scorn’d be the thought by rich and poor; O may I scorn it more and more! Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star. Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight blush to think of noon. ’Tis evening with my soul till He, That Morning Star, bids darkness flee; He sheds the beam of noon divine O’er all this midnight soul of mine. Ashamed of Jesus! shall yon field Blush when it think who bids it yield? Yet blush I must, while I adore, I blush to think I yield no more. Ashamed of Jesus! of that Friend On whom for heaven my hopes depend! It must not be! be this my shame, That I no more revere His name. Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I’ve no crimes to wash away; No tear to wipe, no joy to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. Till then (nor is the boasting vain), Till then I boast a Saviour slain: And, oh, may this my portion be, That Saviour not ashamed of me!

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  source: Cyberhymnal