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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 10:45

• [Mrk 10:45] I Gave My Life For Thee

  I gave My life for thee, My precious blood I shed, That thou might ransomed be, and raised up from the dead I gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me? I gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me? My Father’s house of light, My glory circled throne I left for earthly night, for wanderings sad and lone; I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me? I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me? I suffered much for thee, more than thy tongue can tell, Of bitterest agony, to rescue thee from hell. I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me? I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me? And I have brought to thee, down from My home above, Salvation full and free, My pardon and My love; I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me? I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me? Thy life was given for me; Thy blood, O Lord, was shed, That I might ransomed be, and quickened from the dead. Thy life was given for me; what have I given for Thee? Thy life was given for me; what have I given for Thee? Long years were spent for me, in weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know. Long years were spent for me; have I spent one for Thee? Long years were spent for me; have I spent one for Thee? And Thou hast brought to me, down from Thy home above, Salvation full and free, Thy pardon and Thy love. Great gifts Thou broughtest me; what have I brought to Thee? Great gifts Thou broughtest me; what have I brought to Thee? O let my life be given, my years for Thee be spent, World fetters all be riven, and joy with suffering blent! Thou gavest Thyself for me; I give myself to Thee. Thou gavest Thyself for me; I give myself to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:45] I Saw One Hanging On A Tree

  I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood, Who fixed His languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood. Refrain O, can it be, upon a tree, The Savior died for me? My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled, To think He died for me! Sure, never to my latest breath, Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke. Refrain My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair, I saw my sins His blood had spilt, And helped to nail Him there. Refrain A second look He gave, which said, “I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou mayst live.” Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:45] Jesus Came Down My Ransom To Be

  Jesus came down my ransom to be; O it was wonderful love! For out of the Father’s heart He came, To die me for me on a cross of shame, And from sin’s bondage to reclaim; O it was wonderful love! Refrain Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful love, Coming to me from Heaven above, Filling me, thrilling me through and through; O it was wonderful love! Clear to faith’s vision the cross reveals Beautiful actions of love; And all that by grace e’en I may be When saved, to serve Him eternally. He came, He died, for you and me; O it was wonderful love! Refrain His death’s a claim, His love has a plea; O it is wonderful love! Ungrateful was I to slight Thy call, But, Lord, now I come, before Thee fall, I give myself, I give up all, All for Thy wonderful love. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 10:45] Savior, Who Thy Life Didst Give

  Savior, who Thy life didst give That our souls might ransomed be, Rest we not till all the world Hears that love and turns to Thee. Help us that we falter not, Though the fields are white and wide, And the reapers, sorely pressed, Call for aid on every side. Guide us, that with swifter feet, We may speed us on our way, Leading darkened nations forth Into Thine eternal day. Sweet the service, blest the toil; Thine alone the glory be; O baptize our souls anew, Consecrate us all to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 11:17

• [Mrk 11:17] Thy Mansion Is The Christian’s Heart

  Thy mansion is the Christian’s heart, O Lord, Thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. Devoted as it is to Thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; They steal away my joys from me, And rob my Savior of His praise. There too a sharp designing trade Sin, Satan, and the world, maintain; Nor cease to press me, and persuade, To part with ease and purchase pain. I know them, and I hate their din, Am weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve Thee as I would. O! for the joy Thy presence gives, What peace shall reign when Thou art here! Thy presence makes this den of thieves, A calm delightful house of prayer. And if Thou make Thy temple thine, Yet, self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine, I give Thee what was Thine before.

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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

Markus 16:6

• [Mrk 16:6] Rise All Who Seek The Crucified

  Rise all who seek the Crucified, The God that once for sinners died, With lifted voice and heart adore, Chasing our griefs, and sins, and fears, The Sun of Righteousness appears, Appears, to set in blood no more. To death delivered in our stead, For us He rises from the dead, And life to all His members brings; He gives us, while He soars above, The dew of grace, the balm of love, And drops salvation from His wings. This day the Scripture is fulfilled, The Father now His Son has sealed, And owned Him for His Son with power; God from the belly of the earth Hath called Him forth to second birth, Nor let the greedy deep devour. Cast for our sins into the deep, His life hath saved the sinking ship, His life for ours a ransom given; But lo! on the third joyful morn Our Jonas doth for us return Emerging from His tomb to Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 16:6] Low In The Grave He Lay

  Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior, Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord! Refrain Up from the grave He arose, With a mighty triumph o’er His foes, He arose a Victor from the dark domain, And He lives forever, with His saints to reign. He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior; Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord! Refrain Death cannot keep its Prey, Jesus my Savior; He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 11:13

• [Mrk 11:13] Nothing But Leaves

  Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O’er years of wasted life; O’er sins indulged while conscience slept, O’er vows and promises unkept, And reap, from years of strife— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves Of life’s fair rip’ning grain: We sow our seeds; lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds— Then reap, with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Sad mem’ry weaves No veil to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Ah, who shall thus the Master meet, And bring but withered leaves? Ah, who shall, at the Savior’s feet, Before the awful judgment seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 10:29

• [Mrk 10:29] For My Sake, And The Gospel’s

  “For My sake, and the Gospel’s, go And tell redemption’s story”; His heralds answer, “Be it so, And Thine, Lord, all the glory!” They preach His birth, His life, His cross, The love of His atonement, For Whom they count the world but loss, His Easter, His enthronement. Hark, hark, the trump of jubilee Proclaims to every nation, From pole to pole, by land and sea, Glad tidings of salvation; As nearer draws the day of doom, While still the battle rages, The heav’nly Dayspring through the gloom Breaks on the night of ages. Still on and on the anthems spread Of alleluia voices, In concert with the holy dead The warrior church rejoices; Their snow white robes are washed in blood, Their golden harps are ringing; Earth and the paradise of God One triumph song are singing. He comes, whose advent trumpet drowns The last of time’s evangels, Emmanuel crowned with many crowns, The Lord of saints and angels; O Life, Light, Love, the great I AM, Triune, who changest never, The throne of God and of the Lamb Is Thine, and Thine forever.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 13:7

• [Mrk 13:7] O Lord Of Hosts, Who Didst Upraise

  O Lord of hosts, who didst upraise Strong captains to defend the right, In darker years and sterner days, And armèdst Israel for the fight; Thou madest Joshua true and strong, And David framed the battle song. And we must we battle yet? Must we, Who bear the tender Name divine, Still barter life for victory, Still glory in the crimson sign? The Crucified between us stands, And lifts on high His wounded hands. Lord, we are weak and willful yet, The fault is in our clouded eyes; But Thou, through anguish and regret, Dost make Thy faithless children wise; Through wrong, through hate, Thou dost approve The far off victories of love. And so, from out the heart of strife, Diviner echoes peal and thrill, The scorned delights, the lavished life, The pain that serves a nation’s will: Thy comfort stills the mourner’s cries, And love is crowned by sacrifice. As rains that weep the clouds away, As winds that leave a calm in heaven, So let the slayer cease to slay; The passion healed, the wrath forgiven, Draw nearer, bid the tumult cease, Redeemer, Savior, Prince of Peace!

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  source: Cyberhymnal