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Markus 1:1

• [Mrk 1:1] Saint Who First Found Grace To Pen, The

  The Saint who first found grace to pen The Life which was the Life of men, And shed abroad the Gospel’s ray, His fame we celebrate today. Lo, drawn by Pentecostal fire, His heart conceived its great desire, When pure of mind, inspired, he heard And with his hand set forth the Word. Then, clearly writ, the Godhead shone Serene and fair to look upon; And through that record still comes power To lighten souls in death’s dark hour. O holy mind, for wisdom fit Wherein that Life of lives stood writ, May we through minds of like accord Show forth the patterns of our Lord. And so may all whose minds are dark Be led to truth by good Saint Mark, And after this our earthly strife Stand written in the Book of Life. Praise God Who made the world so fair, And sent His Son our Savior there, And by His Holy Spirit wist To teach the first Evangelist.

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Markus 10:6

• [Mrk 10:6] O Blessèd Home Where Man And Wife

  O blessèd home where man and wife Together lead a godly life By deeds their faith confessing! There many a happy day is spent, There Jesus gladly will consent To tarry with His blessing. If they have given Him their heart, The place of honor set apart For Him each night and morrow, Then He the storms of life will calm, Will bring for every wound a balm, And change to joy their sorrow. And if their home be dark and drear, The cruse be empty, hunger near, All hope within them dying, Let them despair not in distress; Lo, Christ is there the bread to bless, The fragments multiplying. O Lord, we come before Thy face; In every home bestow Thy grace On children, father, mother, Relieve their wants, their burdens ease, Let them together dwell in peace And love to one another.

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Markus 13:8

• [Mrk 13:8] The Lord Will Come! The Earth Shall Quake

  The Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fixèd seat forsake; And, withering from the vault of night, The stars withdraw their feeble light. The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form He came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of humankind. Can this be He once wont to stray A pilgrim on the world’s highway, By power oppressed, and mocked by pride O God! is this the Crucified? Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain! Go, seek the mountain’s cleft in vain! But faith, victorious o’er the tomb, Shall sing for joy, “The Lord is come!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal