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Markus 5:39

• [Mrk 5:39] Good Night And Good Morning

  When comes to the weary a blessèd release, When upward we pass to His kingdom of peace, When free from the woes that on earth we must bear, We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain Good morning up there where Christ is the Light, Good morning up there where cometh no night; When we step from this earth to God’s Heaven so fair, We’ll say “good night” here but “good morning” up there. When fadeth the day and dark shadows draw nigh, With Christ close at hand, it is not death to die; He’ll wipe every tear, roll away every care; We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain When home lights we see shining brightly above, Where we shall be soon, through His wonderful love, We’ll praise Him Who called us His Heaven to share, We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 5:39] We Shall Sleep, But Not Forever

  We shall sleep, but not forever, There will be a glorious dawn! We shall meet to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn! From the deepest cave of ocean, From the desert and the plain, From the valley and the mountain, Countless throngs shall rise again. Refrain We shall sleep, but not forever, There will be a glorious dawn! We shall meet, to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn! When we see a precious blossom, That we tended with such care, Rudely taken from our bosom, How our aching hearts despair! Round its little grave we linger, Till the setting sun is low, Feeling all our hopes have perished, With the flow’r we cherished so. Refrain We shall sleep, but not forever, In the lone and silent grave: Blessèd be the Lord that taketh, Blessèd be the Lord that gave. In the bright eternal city, Death can never, never come! In His own good time He’ll call us, From our rest, to home, sweet home. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 12:30

• [Mrk 12:30] Religion Is The Chief Concern

  Religion is the chief concern Of mortals here below: May I its great importance learn Its sovereign virtue know! More needful this than glittering wealth Or aught the world bestows; Nor reputation, food nor health, Can give us such repose. Religion should our thoughts engage, Amidst our youthful bloom; ’Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. O may my heart, by grace renewed, Be my Redeemer’s throne; And be my stubborn will subdued, His government to own! Let deep repentance, faith, and love Be joined with godly fear; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. Let lively hope my soul inspire; Let warm affections rise; And may I wait with strong desire To mount above the skies!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 14:36

• [Mrk 14:36] Low In Thine Agony

  Low in Thine agony, Bearing Thy cross for me, Savior divine! In the dark tempter’s hour, Quailing beneath his power, Sorrowing yet more and more, Thou dost incline. O Lord of Heav’n and earth, What sorrow unto death Dost Thou sustain? Thou dost in anguish bow: Thou art forsaken now; For me this cup of woe Thou dost now drain. In deep and trembling fears, With crying strong and tears, Now Thou dost pray. “If it be possible This cup so terrible, Father most merciful, Take it away.” “Yet, Lord, Thy will be done; Lo, I, Thine only Son, This cup will drink.” O wondrous love of Thine, Unspeakable, divine; To save this soul of mine Thou wilt not shrink. Savior, give me to share Thy lowly will and prayer In all my woe; In my soul’s agony Let me resemble Thee; An angel strengthening me, Let me, too, know. Thy soul its travail saw, And in its heavy woe Was satisfied. So let Thy sorrow, Lord, Fullness of joy afford, To life and God restored, Through Him Who died.

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  source: Cyberhymnal