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Matius 24:9

Kolose 4:2

Titus 1:6

Wahyu 2:13

Wahyu 6:9

Wahyu 7:14

Wahyu 13:7-10

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Matius 20:23

• [Mat 20:23] Oh! What, If We Are Christ’s

  Oh! what, if we are Christ’s, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross. Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ’s suffeirngs shared below: Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. Lord, may that grace be ours, Like them in faith to bear All that of sorrow, grief or pain May be our portion here. Enough if Thou at last The word of blessing give, And let us rest beneath Thy feet, Where saints and angels live. All glory, Lord, to Thee, Whom Heav’n and earth adore; To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God forevermore.

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Wahyu 1:9

• [Why 1:9] An Exile For The Faith

  An exile for the faith, Of His incarnate Lord, Beyond the stars, beyond all space, His soul in vision soared. There saw in glory Him Who liveth, and was dead, There Judah’s Lion, and the Lamb That for our ransom bled. There of the Kingdom learned The mysteries sublime; How, sown in martyrs’ blood, the faith Should spread from clime to clime. Lord, give us grace, like him, In Thee to live and die; To spurn the fleeting things of earth, And seek for joys on high. Jesu, our risen Lord, We praise Thee and adore, Who art with God the Father One And Spirit evermore.

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Wahyu 7:14

• [Why 7:14] Are You Washed In The Blood?

  Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Refrain Are you washed in the blood, In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb? Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you walking daily by the Savior’s side? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Refrain When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? Refrain Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, O be washed in the blood of the Lamb! Refrain

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• [Why 7:14] Behold A Host, Arrayed In White

  Behold a host, arrayed in white, Like thousand snow clad mountains bright, With palms they stand. Who is this band Before the throne of light? Lo, these are they of glorious fame Who from the great affliction came And in the flood of Jesus’ blood Are cleansed from guilt and blame. Now gathered in the holy place Their voices they in worship raise, Their anthems swell where God doth dwell, Mid angels’ song of praise. Despised and scorned, they sojourned here; But now, how glorious they appear! Those martyrs stand a priestly band, God’s throne forever near. So oft, in troubled days gone by, In anguish they would weep and sigh. At home above the God of Love For aye their tears shall dry. They now enjoy their Sabbath rest, The paschal banquet of the blest; The Lamb, their Lord, at festal board Himself is Host and Guest. Then hail, ye mighty legions, yea, All hail! Now safe and blest for aye, And praise the Lord, who with His Word Sustained you on the way. Ye did the joys of earth disdain, Ye toiled and sowed in tears and pain. Farewell, now bring your sheaves and sing Salvation’s glad refrain. Swing high your palms, lift up your song, Yea, make it myriad voices strong. Eternally shall praise to Thee, God, and the Lamb belong.

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• [Why 7:14] Blood-washed Throng, The

  There is a blood-washed multitude, a mighty army strong; The Lord of hosts their righteousness, redeeming love their song. They follow Christ Whose Name they bear, to yonder portals bright, Where He has said His faithful ones shall walk with Him in white. That precious Name their guiding star, its beams will o’er them cast, And through its power their trusting souls shall overcome at last. The glory cloud will bring them safe to yonder palace bright, Where they shall see Him eye to eye and walk with Him in white. March on! O blood-washed multitude, for lo! the hour draws nigh, When we shall hail the King of kings triumphant in the sky. When songs of praise to Him we love, shall fill the courts of light, And they that overcome the world, shall walk with Him in white.

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• [Why 7:14] Exalted High At God’s Right Hand

  Exalted high at God’s right hand, Nearer the throne than cherubs stand, With glory crowned, in white array, My wondering soul says, “Who are they?” These are the saints beloved of God, Washed are their robes in Jesus’ blood; More spotless than the purest white, They shine in uncreated light. Brighter than angels, lo! they shine Their glories great, and all divine; Tell me their origin, and say Their order what, and whence they came. Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, and scorned the shame; Within the living temple blest, In God they dwell, and on Him rest. Hunger they ne’er shall feel again, Nor burning thirst shall they sustain; To wells of living waters led By God, the Lamb, forever fed. Unknown to mortal ears, they sing The secret glories of their King; Tell me the subject of their lays, And whence their loud exalted praise. Jesus, the Savior, is their theme; They sing the wonders of His Name; To Him ascribing power and grace, Dominion and eternal praise. “Amen” they cry to Him alone, Who dares to fill His Father’s throne; They give Him glory, and again Repeat His praise, and say “Amen.”

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• [Why 7:14] Hark! The Sound Of Holy Voices

  Hark! the sound of holy voices, chanting at the crystal sea, Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Lord, to Thee; Multitude, which none can number, like the stars in glory stand Clothed in white apparel, holding palms of victory in their hand. Patriarch, and holy prophet, who prepared the way of Christ King, apostle, saint, confessor, martyr and evangelist; Saintly maiden, godly matron, widows who have watched to prayer Joined in holy concert, singing to the Lord of all, are there. They have come from tribulation, and have washed their robes in blood, Washed them in the blood of Jesus; tried they were, and firm they stood; Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, sawn asunder, slain with sword; They have conquered death and Satan by the might of Christ the Lord. Marching with Thy cross their banner, they have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation, Thee, their Savior and their King; Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered; gladly, Lord, with Thee they died; And by death to life immortal they were born and glorified. Now they reign in heav’nly glory, now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, holy bliss and infinite: Love and peace they taste forever, and all truth and knowledge see In the beatific vision of the blessèd Trinity. God of God, the One begotten, Light of light, Emmanuel, In Whose body joined together all the saints forever dwell; Pour upon us of Thy fullness that we may forevermore God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost adore.

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• [Why 7:14] How Bright These Glorious Spirits Shine

  These glorious minds, how bright they shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the happy seats Of everlasting day? From torturing pains to endless joys On fiery wheels they rode, And strangely washed their raiment white In Jesus’ dying blood. Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before His throne Their warbling harps and sacred songs Adore the Holy One. The unveiled glories of His face Amongst His saints reside, While the rich treasure of His grace Sees all their wants supplied. Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life’s immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. The Lamb shall lead His heav’nly flock Where living fountains rise; And love divine shall wipe away The sorrows of their eyes.

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• [Why 7:14] Lo! Round The Throne A Glorious Band

  Lo! round the throne, a glorious band, The saints in countless myriads stand; Of every tongue redeemed to God, Arrayed in garments washed in blood, Arrayed in garments washed in blood. Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, despised the shame; But now from all their labors rest, In God’s eternal glory blest, In God’s eternal glory blest. They see the Savior face to face; They sing the triumph of His grace; And day and night, with ceaseless praise, To Him their loud hosannas raise, To Him their loud hosannas raise. “Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain, Through endless years to live and reign; Thou hast redeemed us by Thy blood, And made us kings and priests to God.” O may we tread the sacred road That holy saints and martyrs trod; Wage to the end the glorious strife, And win, like them, a crown of life, And win, like them, a crown of life!

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• [Why 7:14] Lo! Round The Throne At God’s Right Hand

  Lo! round the throne at God’s right hand The saints in countless myriads stand, Of every tongue redeemed to God, Arrayed in garments washed in blood. Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, despised the shame; From all their labors now they rest, In God’s eternal glory blest. Hunger and thirst they feel no more; Nor sin, nor pain, nor death deplore; The tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrow yields to endless joy. They see their Savior face to face, And sing the triumphs of His grace, Him, day and night they ceaseless praise, To Him their loud hosannas raise. Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain, Through endless years to live and reign; Thou hast redeemed us by Thy blood, And made us kings and priests to God.

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• [Why 7:14] There Is Power In The Blood

  Would you be free from the burden of sin? There’s power in the blood, power in the blood; Would you o’er evil a victory win? There’s wonderful power in the blood. Refrain There is power, power, wonder working power In the blood of the Lamb; There is power, power, wonder working power In the precious blood of the Lamb. Would you be free from your passion and pride? There’s power in the blood, power in the blood; Come for a cleansing to Calvary’s tide; There’s wonderful power in the blood. Refrain Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow? There’s power in the blood, power in the blood; Sin stains are lost in its life giving flow. There’s wonderful power in the blood. Refrain Would you do service for Jesus your King? There’s power in the blood, power in the blood; Would you live daily His praises to sing? There’s wonderful power in the blood. Refrain

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Wahyu 13:7-10

• [Why 13:8] I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God

  I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in Thy cleansing blood, To dwell within Thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. Take this poor heart, and let it be For ever closed to all but Thee! Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there. How blest are they who still abide, Close sheltered in Thy bleeding side; Who life and strength from thence derive, And by Thee move, and in Thee live. What are our works, but sin and death, Till Thou Thy quickening Spirit breathe? Thou giv’st the power Thy grace to move; O wondrous grace! O boundless love! How can it be, Thou heavenly King, That Thou shouldst us to glory bring; Make slaves the partners of Thy throne, Decked with a never-failing crown? Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o’erflow, Our words are lost; nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, My Lord, my Love, is crucified! Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders Thou hast wrought; Unloose our stammering tongues to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable. First-born of many brethren, Thou! To Thee, lo! all our souls we bow, To Thee our hearts and hands we give, Thine may we die, Thine may we live!

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• [Why 13:8] O Thou, Before The World Began

  O Thou, before the world began, Ordained a sacrifice for man, And by th’eternal Spirit made An Offering for the sinner’s stead; Our everlasting Priest art Thou, Pleading Thy death for sinners now. Thy offering still continues new Before the righteous Father’s view; Thyself the Lamb for ever slain, Thy priesthood doth unchanged remain; Thy years, O God, can never fail, Nor Thy blest work within the veil. O that our faith may never move, But stand unshaken as Thy love! Sure evidence of things unseen, Now let it pass the years between, And view Thee bleeding on the tree, My Lord, my God, who dies for me.

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Wahyu 17:6

• [Why 17:6] Blessed Feasts Of Blessed Martyrs

  Blessèd feasts of blessèd martyrs, Saintly days of saintly men, With affection’s recollections Greet we your return again. Mighty deeds they wrought, and wonders, While a frame of flesh they bore; We, with meetest praise and sweetest, Honor them forevermore. Faith unblenching, hope unquenching, Well-loved Lord, and single heart, Thus they, glorious and victorious, Bravely bore the martyr’s part. Blood in slaughter poured like water, Torments long and heavy chain, Flame, and axe, and laceration, They endured, and conquered pain. While they passed through divers tortures, Till they sank by death opprest, Earth’s rejected were elected, To have portion with the blest. By contempt of worldly pleasures, And by mighty battle done; Have they merited with angels, To be knit for ay in one. Wherefore made co-heirs of glory, Ye that sit with Christ on high, Join to ours your supplication As for grace and peace we cry, That, this weary life completed, And its many labors past, We may merit to be seated In our Father’s home at last.

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• [Why 17:6] Flung To The Heedless Winds

  Flung to the heedless winds, Or on the waters cast, The martyrs’ ashes, watched, Shall gathered be at last. And from that scattered dust, Around us and abroad, Shall spring a plenteous seed, Of witnesses for God. The Father hath received, Their latest living breath, And vain is Satan’s boast, Of victory in their death. Still, still, though dead, they speak, And, trumpet tongued, proclaim, To many a wakening land, The one availing Name.

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• [Why 17:6] Martyr Of God, Whose Strength Was Steeled

  Martyr of God, whose strength was steeled To follow close God’s only Son, Well didst thou brave thy battlefield, And well thy heavenly bliss was won! Now join thy prayers with ours, who pray That God may pardon us and bless; For prayer keeps evil’s plague away, And draws from life its weariness. Long, long ago, were loosed the chains That held thy body once in thrall; For us how many a bond remains! O Love of God release us all. All praise to God the Father be, All praise to Thee, eternal Son; All praise, O Holy Ghost, to Thee While never ending ages run.

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• [Why 17:6] Merits Of The Saints, The

  The merits of the saints, Blessèd for evermore, Their love that never faints, The toils they bravely bore— For these the Church today Pours forth her joyous lay— These victors win the noblest bay. They, whom the world of ill, While it yet held, abhorred; Its withering flowers that still They spurned with one accord— They knew them short lived all, And followed at Thy call, King Jesu, to Thy heavenly hall. Like sheep their blood they poured, And without groan or tear, They bent before the sword, For that their King most dear: Their souls, serenely blest, In patience they possessed, And looked in hope towards their rest. What tongue may here declare, Fancy or thought descry, The joys Thou dost prepare For these Thy saints on high! Empurpled in the flood Of their victorious blood, They won the laurel from their God. To Thee, O Lord most high, One in three Persons still, To pardon us we cry, And to preserve from ill: Here give Thy servants peace, Hereafter glad release, And pleasures that shall never cease.

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