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Markus 9:24

• [Mrk 9:24] Lord, I Believe

  “Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief”; Let me no other master know but Thee. Thou art the Christian’s God, the only King and Chief Of all who soldiers of the cross would be. “Lord, I believe,” in mercy grant me grace To know Thee, blessèd Savior, more and more; I can do naught without Thee; Jesus, show Thy face Unto Thy servant who would Thee adore. “Lord, I believe”; the hold of sin is strong, And stout its heart to pluck me from Thy love; But stronger is Thy grace; oh, strengthen and prolong The work of faith in me, my doubts remove. “Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief”; Be this my prayer though good report and ill; Only to Thee I cling; if long my day or brief, Master and Savior, I will trust Thee still!

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• [Mrk 9:24] Lord, Believe, Thy Power I Own

  Lord, I believe; Thy power I own, Thy Word I would obey; I wander comfortless and lone When from Thy truth I stray. Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears Sometimes bedim my sight; I look to Thee with prayers and tears, And cry for strength and light. Lord, I believe; but Thou dost know My faith is cold and weak; Pity my frailty, and bestow The confidence I seek. Yes, I believe; and only Thou Canst give my soul relief; Lord, to Thy truth my spirit bow; Help Thou mine unbelief.

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• [Mrk 9:24] Savior, I Have Need Of Thee

  Savior, I have need of Thee; Faith is faint, and hope is weak; Far and farther seems to be That fair home of Thine I seek; Home and rest, and peace divine From my seeking seem to flee; Yet, dear Savior, I am Thine; Come, for I have need of Thee. Let me know that love of Thine Which all knowledge passeth still; Let me feel Thy peace divine: All my spirit sweetly fill; Life of my life wilt Thou be; Then betide whatever may, It shall be enough for me, I shall walk with Thee today.

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Markus 6:50

• [Mrk 6:50] How Wonderful It Is To Walk With God

  How wonderful it is to walk with God Along the road that holy men have trod; How wonderful it is to hear Him say: Fear not, have faith, ’tis I who lead the way! How wonderful it is to talk with God When cares sweep o’er my spirit like a flood; How wonderful it is to hear His voice, For when He speaks the desert lands rejoice! How wonderful it is to praise my God, Who comforts and protects me with His rod; How wonderful to praise him every hour, My heart attuned to sing His wondrous power! How wonderful it is to fight for God, And point poor sinners to the precious blood; How wonderful it is to wield His sword ’Gainst sin, the enemy of Christ, my Lord! How wonderful ’twill be to live with God When I have crossed death’s deep and swelling flood; How wonderful to see Him face to face When I have fought the fight and won the race!

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• [Mrk 6:50] It Is I

  The storm in all its fury Swept dark Gennesaret; They cried in vain for succor, Till Hope’s lone star had set; Then Christ came on the waters In answer to their cry, And spake in tones of comfort, “Fear not, for it is I. Fear not, for it is I.” And life has days of darkness, When thick the storm-clouds lower. When waves dash fiercely round thee, And threaten to devour; But still thou need’st not falter, There’s One forever nigh, Who speaks above the tempest, “Fear not, for it is I. Fear not, for it is I.” He walks the waves beside thee, No storm can drive Him thence; He bids the waters bear thee, His arm is thy defense; His face shines on the billows, Let all thy terror fly; Fear not to trust in Jesus, He beckons, “It is I,” He beckons, “It is I.”

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• [Mrk 6:50] When The Dark Waves Round Us Roll

  When the dark waves round us roll, And we look in vain for aid, Speak, Lord, to the trembling soul, “It is I; be not afraid.” When we dimly trace Thy form In mysterious clouds arrayed, Be the echo of the storm, “It is I; be not afraid.” When our brightest hopes depart, When our fairest visions fade, Whisper to the fainting heart, “It is I; be not afraid.” When we weep beside the bier Where some well-loved form is laid, O may then the mourner hear, “It is I; be not afraid.” When with wearing hopeless pain Sinks the spirit, sore dismayed, Breathe Thou then the comfort-strain, “It is I; be not afraid.” When we feel the end is near, Passing into death’s dark shade, May the voice be strong and clear, “It is I; be not afraid.”

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Markus 14:72

• [Mrk 14:72] O Jesu Christ, If Aught There Be

  O Jesu Christ, if aught there be That, more than all beside, In ever painful memory Must in my heart abide, It is that deep ingratitude Which I to Thee have shown, Who didst for me in tears and blood Upon the cross atone. Alas, how with my actions all Has this defect entwined; How has it poisoned with its gall My spirit, heart and mind! Alas, through this, how many a gem I’ve rudely cast away, That might have formed my diadem In everlasting day! Yet though the time be past and gone, Though little more remains: Though naught is all that can be done, E’en with my utmost pains; Still will I strive, O Savior mine, To do what in me lies; For never did Thy glance divine A contrite heart despise.

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Markus 5:2

• [Mrk 5:2] Sin, Like A Venomous Disease

  Sin, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only balm is sovereign grace, And the physician, God. Our beauty and our strength are fled, And we draw near to death; But Christ the Lord recalls the dead With His almighty breath. Madness by nature reigns within, The passions burn and rage, Till God’s own Son, with skill divine, The inward fire assuage. We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, And solid good despise; Such is the folly of the mind, Till Jesus makes us wise. We give our souls the wounds they feel, We drink the poisonous gall, And rush with fury down to hell; But Heav’n prevents the fall. The man possessed among the tombs Cuts his own flesh, and cries; He foams and raves, till Jesus comes, And the foul spirit flies.

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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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• [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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• [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