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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 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 10:14

• [Mrk 10:14] A Little Child The Savior Came

  A little Child the Savior came, The Mighty God was still His Name; And angels worshiped as He lay The seeming Infant of a day. He Who, a little Child, began The life divine to show to man, Proclaims from Heav’n the message free; “Let little children come to Me.” We bring them, Lord, and with the sign Of sprinkled water name them Thine; Their souls with saving grace endow; Baptize them with Thy Spirit now. O give Thine angels charge, good Lord, Them safely in Thy way to guard; Thy blessing on their lives command, And write their names upon Thy hand. O Thou, who by an infant’s tongue Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung, May these, with all the heav’nly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:14] If I Come To Jesus

  If I come to Jesus, He will make me glad; He will give me pleasure When my heart is sad. Refrain If I come to Jesus, Happy I shall be. He is gently calling Little ones like me. If I come to Jesus He will hear my prayer; He will love me dearly, He my sins did bear. Refrain If I come to Jesus He will take my hand, He will kindly lead me To a better land. Refrain There with happy children, Robed in snowy white, I shall see my Savior In that world so bright. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:14] Little Children, Come Away

  Little children, come away, From the Savior do not stay: He is calling us today, Calling us to Him. Refrain Quickly come, gladly come, From the Savior do not stay; Quickly come, O gladly come, He is calling us today. Little children once He blest, Laid them in His arms to rest; He of all our friends the best, Bids us come to Him. Refrain Heed His saying, “Come to Me”; Happy then we all shall be; None can give us life but He, Come, O come to Him. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:14] O Lord, The Holy Innocents

  O Lord, the holy innocents Laid down for Thee their infant life, And martyrs brave and patient saints Have stood for Thee in fire and strife. We wear the cross they wore of old Our lips have learned like vows to make; We need not die; we cannot fight; What may we do for Jesus’ sake? O day by day each Christian child Has much to do, without, within; A death to die for Jesus’ sake, A weary war to wage with sin. When deep within our swelling hearts The thoughts of pride and anger rise, When bitter words are on our tongues, And tears of passion in our eyes. Then we may stay the angry blow, Then we may check the hasty word, Give gentle answers back again, And fight a battle for our Lord. With smiles of peace and looks of love, Light in our dwellings we may make, Bid kind good humor brighten there, And still do all for Jesus’ sake. There’s not a child so weak and small But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise, That he may do for Jesus’ sake.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:14] Our God Of Love, Who Reigns Above

  Our God of love, who reigns above, Comes down to us below; ’Tis sweet to tell He loves so well, And ’tis enough to know. So deep, so high—like air and sky, Beyond us, yet around; He Whom our mind can never find Can in our heart be found. Lord God, so far, past sun and star, Yet close to all our ways! In love so near, be pleased to hear Thy little children’s praise. O may that sign that we are Thine— Our Father, Savior, Friend— Which sealed our brow, be on us now, And with us to the end. Through all our way, and every day Believed, beloved, adored; Be this our grace, to see Thy face In Jesus Christ our Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:14] Waken! Christian Children

  Waken! Christian children, Up and let us sing, With glad voice the praises Of our newborn King. Up! ’tis meet to welcome With a joyous lay Christ, the King of Glory, Born for us today. Come, nor fear to seek Him, Children though we be; Once He said of children, “Let them come to Me.” In a manger lowly Sleeps the heav’nly Child; O’er Him fondly bendeth Mary, mother mild. Far above that stable, Up in Heav’n so high, One bright star out-shineth, Watching silently. Fear not then to enter, Though we cannot bring Gold, or myrrh, or incense Fitting for a King. Gifts He asketh richer, Offerings costlier still, Yet may Christian children Bring them if they will. Brighter than all jewels Shines the modest eye; Best of gifts He loveth Infant purity. Haste we then to welcome With a joyous lay Christ, the King of Glory, Born for us today.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:14] We Come In Childhood’s Joyfulness

  We come in childhood’s joyfulness, [originally, We come in childhood’s innocence] We come as children free! We offer up, O God! our hearts, In trusting love to Thee. Well may we bend in solemn joy At Thy bright courts above: Well may the grateful child rejoice In such a Father’s love. We come not as the mighty come: Not as the proud we bow; But as the pure in heart should bend, Seek we thine altars now. “Forbid them not,” the Savior cried, “But let them come to Me”; O Savior dear, we hear Thy call, We come, we come to Thee. To Thee, Thou Lord of life and light, Amid the angel throng, We bend the knee, we lift the heart, And swell the holy song. How blest the children of the Lord, Who wait around His throne, How sweet to tread the path that leads To yonder heavenly home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:14] Wise May Bring Their Learning, The

  The wise may bring their learning, the rich may bring their wealth, And some may bring their greatness, and some bring strength and health; We, too, would bring our treasures to offer to the King; We have no wealth or learning; what shall we children bring? We’ll bring Him hearts that love Him; we’ll bring Him thankful praise, And young souls meekly striving to walk in holy ways; And these shall be the treasures we offer to the King, And these are gifts that even the poorest child may bring. We’ll bring the little duties we have to do each day; We’ll try our best to please Him, at home, at school, at play; And better are these treasures to offer to our King; Than richest gifts without them—yet these a child may bring.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 11:1

• [Mrk 11:1] From Bethany, The Master

  From Bethany, the Master Comes down Mt. Olive’s slope, And all the world is singing, A glad new song of hope; Cry out, O stately cedars, Along the rugged way! Ye vineyards, shout hosanna, To greet this happy day! The King of Love, in triumph Rides through the city’s gate; Rejected, scorned—yet Victor, The Conqueror of hate; O wave your green palm branches! Exalt His matchless worth! This King of Love shall conquer The nations of the earth. Not of this world His kingdom; His power is from above; His realm is of the spirit, His scepter—Truth and Love; He calls us to His service, His banner is unfurled; With Thee we march, O Master, To overcome the world.

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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 14:11-12

• [Mrk 14:12] ’tis Midnight, And On Olive’s Brow

  ’Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; ’Tis midnight, in the garden now The suffering Savior prays alone. ’Tis midnight, and from all removed Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears E’en the disciple whom He loved Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears. ’Tis midnight, and for others’ guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He Who hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. ’Tis midnight, and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Savior’s woe.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 15:39

• [Mrk 15:39] Lord Jesus, God And Man

  Lord Jesus, God and Man, For love of man a Child, The very God, yet born on earth Of Mary undefiled. Lord Jesus, God and Man, In this our festal day To Thee for precious gifts of grace Thy ransomed people pray. We pray for childlike hearts, For gentle, holy love, For strength to do Thy will below As angels do above. We pray for simple faith, For hope that never fails, For true communion evermore With all Thy blessèd saints. On friends around us here O let Thy blessing fall; We pray for grace to love them well, But Thee beyond them all. O joy to live for Thee! O joy in Thee to die! O very joy of joys to see Thy face eternally! Lord Jesus, God and Man, We praise Thee and adore, Who art with God the Father One, And Spirit evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 16:9

• [Mrk 16:9] Happy Magdalene, To Whom

  Happy Magdalene, to whom Christ the Lord vouchsafed t’appear! Newly risen from the tomb, Would He first be seen by her? Her by seven devils possessed, Till His Word the fiends expelled; Quenched the hell within her breast, All her sins and sickness healed. Yes, to her the Master came, First His welcome voice she hears: Jesus calls her by her name, He the weeping sinner cheers, Lets her the dear task repeat, While her eyes again run o’er; Lets her wash His bleeding feet, Kiss them, and with joy adore. Highly favored soul! To her Farther still His grace extends, Raises the glad messenger, Sends her to His drooping friends; Tidings of their living Lord First in her report they find: She must spread the Gospel word, Teach the teachers of mankind. Who can now presume to fear? Who despair his Lord to see? Jesus, wilt Thou not appear, Show Thyself alive to me? Yea, my God, I dare not doubt, Thou shalt all my sins remove; Thou hast cast a legion out, Thou wilt perfect me in love. Surely Thou hast called me now! Now I hear the voice divine, At Thy wounded feet I bow, Wounded for whose sins but mine! I have nailed Him to the tree, I have sent Him to the grave: But the Lord is ris’n for me, Hold of Him by faith I have. Here for ever I would lie, Didst Thou not Thy servant raise, Send me forth to testify All the wonders of Thy grace. Lo! I at Thy bidding go, Gladly to Thy followers tell They their rising God may know, They the life of Christ may feel. Hear, ye brethren of the Lord, (Such as He vouchsafes to call) O believe the Gospel word, Christ hath died, and rose for all: Turn ye from your sins to God, Haste to Galilee, and see Him, who bought Thee with His blood, Him, who rose to live in Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 16:9] Son Of The Highest, Deign To Cast

  Son of the Highest, deign to cast On us a pitying eye, Thou Who repentant Magdalene Didst call to joys on high. Thy long lost coin is stored at length In treasure house divine, The jewel from pollution cleansed Doth now the stars outshine. Jesu, the balm of every wound, The sinner’s only stay, Grant us, like Magdalene, to weep In this Thy mercy’s day. Absolve us by Thy gracious Word, Fulfill us with Thy love, And guide us through the storms of life To perfect rest above. All praise, all glory be to Thee, O everlasting Lord, Whose mercy doth our souls forgive, Whose bounty doth reward.

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  source: Cyberhymnal