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Mazmur 22:1-21

Matius 26:28-44

Markus 14:32-39

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Mazmur 22:1-21

• [Mzm 22:1] My God, My God, I Cry To Thee

  My God, my God, I cry to Thee; O why hast Thou forsaken me? Afar from me, Thou dost not heed, Though day and night for help I plead. But Thou art holy in Thy ways, Enthroned upon Thy people’s praise; Our fathers put their trust in Thee, Believed, and Thou didst set them free. They cried, and, trusting in Thy Name, Were saved, and were not put to shame; But in the dust mine honor lies, While all reproach and all despise. My words a cause for scorn they make, The lip they curl, the head they shake, And, mocking, bid me trust the Lord Till He salvation shall afford. My trust on Thee I learned to rest When I was on my mother’s breast; From birth Thou art my God alone, Thy care my life has ever known. O let Thy strength and presence cheer, For trouble and distress are near; Be Thou not far away from Me, I have no source of help but Thee. Unnumbered foes would do me wrong, They press about me, fierce and strong, Like beasts of prey, their rage they vent, My courage fails, my strength is spent. Down unto death Thou leadest me, Consumed by thirst and agony; With cruel hate and anger fierce My helpless hands and feet they pierce. While on my wasted form they stare, The garments torn from me they share, My shame and sorrow heeding not, And for my robe they cast the lot. O Lord, afar no longer stay; O Thou my Helper, haste, I pray; From death and evil set me free; I live, for Thou didst answer me. I live and will declare Thy fame Where brethren gather in Thy Name; Where all Thy faithful people meet, I will Thy worthy praise repeat.

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• [Mzm 22:1] Now Let Our Mournful Songs Record

  Now let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When He complained in tears and blood, As one forsaken of his God. The Jews beheld Him thus forlorn, And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn: “He rescued others from the grave; Now let him try himself to save. “This is the man did once pretend God was his Father and his Friend; If God the blessèd loved him so, Why doth He fail to help him now?” Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left Him in their power. They wound His head, His hands, His feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot His garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which He died. But God, the Father, heard His cry; Raised from the dead, He reigns on high; The nations learn His righteousness, And humble sinners taste His grace.

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• [Mzm 22:1] O God, My God, Wherefore Dost Thou

  O God, my God, wherefore dost Thou Forsake me utterly? And helpest not when I do make My great complaint and cry? To Thee, my God, e’en all day long I do both cry and call; I cease not all the night, and yet Thou hearest not at all. But Thou that in Thy holy place For evermore dost dwell; Thou art the joy, the comfort, and Glory of Israel: And Him in Whom our fathers old Had all their hope and stay; Who, when they put their trust in Thee, Delivered’st them alway. They were preservèd ever when They called upon Thy Name; And for the faith they had in Thee, They were not put to shame. But I am now become more like A worm than to a man, An outcast, whom the people scorn With all the spite they can. All men despise as they behold Me walking on the way: They grin, make mouths, and nod their heads, And on this wise do say. This man did glory in the Lord, His favor and His love: Let Him redeem and help him now, His pow’r if he will prove. But from the prison of the womb I was by Thee released; Thou didst preserve me still in hope, Whilst I did suck the breast: I was committed from my birth With Thee to have abode; Since I came from my mother’s womb, Thou hast been still my God. Then, Lord, depart not now from me In this my present grief, Since I have none to be my help, My succor and relief. For many bulls do compass me, That be full strong of head; Yea, bulls so fat, as though they had In Basan field been fed. They gape upon me greedily, As though they would me slay; Much like a lion roaring out, And ramping for his prey. But I drop down like water shed, My joints in sunder break, My heart doth in my body melt Like wax, I am so weak. My strength doth like a potsherd dry, My tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws, and I am brought To dust of death at last. For many dogs do compass me, In council they do meet, Conspiring still against my life, Piercing my hands and feet. I was tormented so that I Might all my bones have told, Whilst they do look and stare at me, When they do me behold. My garments they divided have In parts among them all; And for my coat they did cast lots To whom it should befall. Therefore, I pray Thee, be not far From me at my great need, But rather, since Thou art my strength, To help me, Lord, make speed: And from the sword save Thou my soul By Thy might and Thy pow’r, And ever keep my darling dear From dogs that would devour; And from the lion’s mouth that would Me all in sunder tear; From ’midst the horns of unicorns, O Lord, Thou didst me hear. When shall I to my brethren all Thy Majesty record, And in Thy church shall praise the Name Of Thee the living Lord. All ye that fear Him, praise the Lord, Thou, Jacob, Him adore, And all ye seed of Israel, Fear Him for evermore. For He despiseth not the poor, He hideth not away His countenance when they do call, But hears them when they pray, Among the folk that fear the Lord, I will therefore proclaim Thy praise, and keep my promise made For setting forth Thy Name. The poor shall eat and be sufficed; Such as their minds do give To seek the Lord, and praise His Name, Their hearts shall ever live. The coasts of all the earth shall praise The Lord, and seek His grace; The heathen folk shall worship all Before His blessèd face. The kingdoms of the heathen folk The Lord shall have therefore; And he shall be their Governor And King for evermore. The rich men of His goodly gifts Shall taste and feed also, And in His presence worship Him, And bow their knees full low. And all that shall go down to dust, Of life by Him shall taste; A seed shall serve and worship Him, Till time away shall waste. They shall declare and plainly show His truth and righteousness, Unto a people yet unborn, Who shall His Name confess.

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• [Mzm 22:1] Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?

  Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell Among Thy praising saints, Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. Our fathers trusted in Thy Name, And great deliverance found; But I’m a worm, despised of men, And trodden to the ground. Shaking the head, they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; “In vain he trusts in God,” they cry, “Neglected and forlorn.” But Thou art He Who formed my flesh By Thine almighty Word; And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord. Why will my Father hide His face, When foes stand threatning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not a helper found? Behold Thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. From earth and hell My sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail My hands, they pierce My feet, And try to vex My heart. Yet if Thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heav’nly Father bruise The Son He loves so well? My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup But I resign my will to Thee, And drink the sorrows up. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought Me down Low as the dust of death. Father, I give My Spirit up, And trust it in Thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at Thy command.

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• [Mzm 22:4] O God, Above The Drifting Years

  O God, above the drifting years, The shrines our fathers founded stand, And where the higher gain appears, We trace the working of Thy hand. From out their tireless prayer and toil Emerge the gifts that time has proved, And seed laid deep in sacred soil, Yields harvests rich in lasting good. The torch of their devotion lent, Lightens the dark that round us lies; Help us to pass it on unspent, Until the dawn lights up the skies. Form Thou our hearts with faith like theirs, Who served the days they could not see, And give us grace, through ampler years, To build the kingdom yet to be.

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• [Mzm 22:4] ’tis So Sweet To Trust In Jesus

  ’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, And to take Him at His Word; Just to rest upon His promise, And to know, “Thus says the Lord!” Refrain Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more! O how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; And in simple faith to plunge me ’Neath the healing, cleansing flood! Refrain Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace. Refrain I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end. Refrain

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• [Mzm 22:5] O Lord, Our Father, Shall We Be Confounded?

  O Lord, our Father, shall we be confounded Who, though by trials and woes surrounded, On Thee alone for help are still relying, To Thee are crying? Lord, put to shame Thy foes who breathe defiance And vainly make their might their sole reliance; In mercy turn to us, the poor and stricken, Our hope to quicken. Be Thou our Helper and our strong Defender; Speak to our foes and cause them to surrender. Yea, long before their plans have been completed, They are defeated. ’Tis vain to trust in man; for Thou, Lord, only Art the Defense and Comfort of the lonely. With Thee to lead, the battle shall be glorious And we victorious. Thou art our Hero, all our foes subduing; Save Thou Thy little flock they are pursuing. We seek Thy help; for Jesus’ sake be near us. Great Helper, hear us!

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• [Mzm 22:16] O’erwhelmed In Depths Of Woe

  O’erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn, Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend; See down His face, and neck, and breast His sacred blood descend. Oh, hear that last, loud cry Which pierced His mother’s heart, As into God the Father’s hands He bade His soul depart. Earth hears, and trembling quakes Around that tree of pain; The rocks are rent; the graves are burst; The veil is rent in twain. Shall man alone be mute? Have we no griefs, or fears? Come, old and young, come, all mankind, And bathe those feet in tears. Come, fall before His cross, Who shed for us His blood, Who died, the Victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. Jesu, all praise to Thee, Our Joy and endless Rest; Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here, Our Crown amid the blest.

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• [Mzm 22:21] Now From The Roaring Lion’s Rage

  “Now from the roaring lion’s rage, O Lord, protect Thy Son, Nor leave Thy darling to engage The powers of hell alone.” Thus did our suffering Savior pray With mighty cries and tears; God heard Him in that dreadful day, And chased away His fears. Great was the victory of His death, His throne exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship or shall die. A numerous offspring must arise From His expiring groans; They shall be reckoned in His eyes For daughters and for sons. The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God, And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in His blood.

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Mazmur 69:1

• [Mzm 69:1] Save Me, O God

  Save me, O God, because the floods Come in upon my soul; I sink in depths where none can stand; Deep waters, o’er me roll. My constant calling wearies me, My throat is parched and dried, My eyes grow dim while for my God Still waiting I abide. O God, my folly and my sin Thy holy eye can see; Yet save from shame, Lord God of hosts, Thy saints that wait on Thee. Forbid, O God, our covenant God, That those who seek Thy face Should see Thy servant put to shame And share in my disgrace. It is for Thee I am reproached, For Thee I suffer shame, Until my brethren know me not, And hated is my name. It is my zeal for Thine abode That has consumed my life; Reproached by those reproaching Thee, I suffer in the strife. I wept, with fasting bowed my soul, Yet that was made my shame; When I in sackcloth clothed myself, Their byword I became. The men who sit within the gate With slander do me wrong, And they who linger at their cups Make me their jest and song.

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• [Mzm 69:1] Save Me, O God, The Swelling Floods

  Save me, O God, the swelling floods Break in upon my soul; I sink, and sorrows o’er my head Like mighty waters roll. I cry till all my voice be gone, In tears I waste the day: My God, behold my longing eyes, And shorten Thy delay. They hate my soul without a cause, And still their number grows More than the hairs around my head, And mighty are my foes. ’Twas then I paid that dreadful debt That men could never pay, And gave those honors to Thy law Which sinners took away. Thus in the great Messiah’s name, The royal prophet mourns; Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, And gives us joy by turns. Now shall the saints rejoice, and find Salvation in My Name; For I have borne their heavy load Of sorrow, pain, and shame. Grief, like a garment, clothed Me round, And sackcloth was My dress, While I procured for naked souls A robe of righteousness. Amongst My brethren and the Jews I like a stranger stood, And bore their vile reproach, to bring The Gentiles near to God. I came in sinful mortals’ stead, To do My Father’s will; Yet when I cleansed My Father’s house, They scandalized My zeal. My fasting and My holy groans Were made the drunkard’s song; But God, from His celestial throne, Heard My complaining tongue. He saved Me from the dreadful deep, Nor let My soul be drowned; He raised and fixed My sinking feet On well-established ground. ’Twas in a most accepted hour My prayer arose on high; And for My sake my God shall hear The dying sinner’s cry.

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Mazmur 88:1

• [Mzm 88:1] Lord, The God Of My Salvation

  Lord, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry to Thee; Let my prayer now find acceptance, in Thy mercy answer me. Full of troubles and affliction, nigh to death my soul is brought, Helpless, like one cast forever from Thy care and from Thy thought. Thou hast brought me down to darkness, ’neath Thy wrath I am oppressed; All the billows of affliction overwhelm my soul distressed. Thou hast made my friends despise me, and companionless I go, Bound, and helpless in my bondage, pining in my bitter woe. Unto Thee, with hands uplifted, daily I direct my cry; Hear, O Lord, my supplication, hear and save me ere I die. Wilt Thou wait to show Thy wonders and Thy mercy to the dead? Let me live to tell Thy praises, by Thy lovingkindness led. Still, O Lord, renewed each morning unto Thee my prayer shall be; Cast me not away forever, let me now Thy favor see. All my life is spent in sorrow, grief and terror always nigh, Waves of wrath have surged about me; show Thy mercy ere I die. Friend and lover are departed, dark and lonely is my way; Lord, be Thou my Friend and Helper, still to Thee, O Lord, I pray. Lord, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry to Thee; Let my prayer now find acceptance; in Thy mercy answer me.

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Matius 26:28-44

• [Mat 26:40] One Blessèd Hour With Jesus

  One blessèd hour with Jesus our Lord, One blessèd hour to feast on His Word; One blessèd hour with Jesus apart, One blessèd hour to calm the troubled heart. Refrain One sweet hour of holy, calm delight, One sweet hour of tender, melting love; One sweet hour, O precious Savior, One sweet hour with Thee. One blessèd hour with Jesus to plead, One blessèd hour to tell Him our need; One blessèd hour refreshing and sweet, One blessèd hour to sit at Jesus’ feet. Refrain One blessèd hour from labor to rest, One blessèd hour to lean on His breast; Loving and loved, His favor to share, One blessèd hour of soul reviving prayer. Refrain One blessèd hour with Jesus our King, One blessèd hour to speak and to sing; One blessèd hour with Jesus, how dear! Surely ’tis Heav’n, and Heav’n itself is here. Refrain

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• [Mat 26:41] Christian! Seek Not Yet Repose

  Christian! seek not yet repose, Hear thy guardian angel say; Thou art in the midst of foes; “Watch and pray.” Principalities and powers, Mustering their unseen array, Wait for thy unguarded hours; “Watch and pray.” Gird thy heavenly armor on, Wear it ever night and day; Ambushed lies the evil one; “Watch and pray.” Hear the victors who o’ercame; Still they mark each warrior’s way; All with one clear voice exclaim, “Watch and pray.” Hear, above all, hear thy Lord, Him thou lovest to obey; Hide within thy heart His Word, “Watch and pray.” Watch, as if on that alone Hung the issue of the day; Pray that help may be sent down; “Watch and pray.”

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• [Mat 26:41] Rise, My Soul, To Watch And Pray

  Rise, my soul, to watch and pray, from thy sleep awaken; Be not by the evil day unawares be taken. For the foe, well we know, oft his harvest reapeth, While the Christian sleepeth. Watch against the devil’s snares lest asleep he find thee; For indeed no pains he spares to deceive and blind thee. Satan’s prey oft are they who secure are sleeping And no watch are keeping. Watch! Let not the wicked world with its power defeat thee. Watch lest with her pomp unfurled she betray and cheat thee. Watch and see lest there be faithless friends to charm thee, Who but seek to harm thee. Watch against thyself, my soul, lest with grace thou trifle; Let not self thy thoughts control nor God’s mercy stifle. Pride and sin lurk within all thy hopes to scatter; Heed not when they flatter. But while watching, also pray to the Lord unceasing, He will free thee, be thy Stay, strength and faith increasing. O Lord, bless in distress and let nothing swerve me From the will to serve Thee.

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• [Mat 26:41] Yield Not To Temptation

  Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin; Each victory will help you some other to win; Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue, Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through. Refrain Ask the Savior to help you, Comfort, strengthen and keep you; He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through. Shun evil companions, bad language disdain, God’s Name hold in reverence, nor take it in vain; Be thoughtful and earnest, kindhearted and true, Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through. Refrain To him that o’ercometh, God giveth a crown; Through faith we shall conquer, though often cast down; He Who is our Savior our strength will renew; Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through. Refrain

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• [Mat 26:42] Jesus, While Our Hearts Are Bleeding

  Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding O’er the spoils that death has won, We would at this solemn meeting Calmly say, “Thy will be done.” Though cast down, we’re not forsaken, Though afflicted, not alone; Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken; Blessèd Lord, “Thy will be done.” Though today we’re filled with mourning, Mercy still is on the throne; With Thy smiles and love returning, We can sing, “Thy will be done.” By Thy hands the boon was given; Thou hast taken but Thine own; Lord of earth, and God of Heaven, Evermore, “Thy will be done.”

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Markus 14:32-39

• [Mrk 14:32] Beautiful Garden Of Prayer, The

  There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, There’s a place that is wondrously fair, For it glows with the light of His presence. ’Tis the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer! Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer! There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates To the beautiful garden of prayer. There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, And I go with my burden and care, Just to learn from His lips words of comfort In the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, And He bids you to come, meet Him there; Just to bow and receive a new blessing In the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain

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• [Mrk 14:32] Gethsemane

  My Jesus, I would ne’er forget, That hour I spent with Thee; When there I saw Thy bloody sweat In dark Gethsemane. Refrain I’ll ne’er forget, I’ll ne’er forget, I’ll ne’er forgetful be, When there I saw Thy bloody sweat In dark Gethsemane. ’Twas in that olive grove I felt That Thou hadst died for me; Alas, how great I saw my guilt While in Gethsemane. Refrain I thought of how Thy heart did throb, While “all” Thine own did flee, And left Thee with the cruel mob, In sad Gethsemane. Refrain ’Twas there I felt my grief and shame In oft forsaking Thee, How precious was Thy very Name In dear Gethsemane. Refrain Should e’er our love to Thee grow cold, And we forgetful be, We’ll call to mind Thy love untold While in Gethsemane. Refrain

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• [Mrk 14:32] Go To Dark Gethsemane

  Go to dark Gethsemane, ye that feel the tempter’s power; Your Redeemer’s conflict see, watch with Him one bitter hour, Turn not from His griefs away; learn of Jesus Christ to pray. See Him at the judgment hall, beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs His soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; learn of Christ to bear the cross. Calvary’s mournful mountain climb; there, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, God’s own sacrifice complete. “It is finished!” hear Him cry; learn of Jesus Christ to die. Early hasten to the tomb where they laid His breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom. Who has taken Him away? Christ is risen! He meets our eyes; Savior, teach us so to rise.

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• [Mrk 14:32] In Gethsemane Alone

  Oh, what wondrous love I see, Freely shown for you and me, By the One Who did atone! Just to show His matchless grace, Jesus suffered for the race, In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain Oh, what love, matchless love, Oh, what love for me was shown! His forever I will be, For the love He gave to me, When He suffered all alone. “Tarry here,” He told the three, “Tarry here and watch for Me,” But they heard no bitter moan; For the three disciples slept While my loving Savior wept In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain Long in anguish deep was He, Weeping there for you and me, For our sin to Him was known; We should love Him evermore For the anguish that He bore In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain

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• [Mrk 14:32] Into The Woods

  Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him. The little grey leaves were kind to Him, The thorn tree had a mind to Him, When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master came And he was well content; Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When death and shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last, ’Twas on a tree they slew Him—last When out of the woods He came.

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• [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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• [Mrk 14:37] Not Now, My Child

  Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing, A little longer on the billows’ foam; A few more journeyings in the desert darkness, And then, the sunshine of thy Father’s home! Not now, for I have wand’rers in the distance, And thou must call them in with patient love; Not now, for I have sheep upon the mountain, And thou must follow them where’er they rove. Not now; for I have loved ones sad and weary; Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile? Sick ones, who need thee in their lonely sorrow; Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while? Not now, for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding And thou must teach those widowed hearts to sing: Not now; for orphans’ tears are quickly falling, They must be gathered ’neath some sheltering wing. Not now, for many a hungry one is pining, Thy willing hand must be outstretched and free; Thy Father hears the mighty cry of anguish, And gives His answering messages to thee. Go, with the Name of Jesus, to the dying, And speak that Name in all its living power; Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary? Canst thou not watch with Me one little hour? One little hour! and then the glorious crowning, The golden harp-strings, and the victor’s palm; One little hour! and then the hallelujah! Eternity’s long, deep thanksgiving psalm!

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• [Mrk 14:38] My God! My God! And Can It Be

  My God! my God! and can it be That I should sin so lightly now, And think no more of evil thoughts Than of the wind that waves the bough? I sin, and Heav’n and earth go round, As if no dreadful deed were done; As if Thy blood had never flowed To hinder sin, or to atone. I walk the earth with lightsome step, Smile at the sunshine, breathe the air, Do my own will, not ever heed Gethsemane and Thy long prayer. Shall it be always thus, O Lord? Wilt Thou not work this hour in me The grace of Thy Passion merited, Hatred of self, and love of Thee! O by the pains of Thy pure love, Grant me the gift of holy fear; And by Thy woes and bloody sweat Wash Thou my guilty conscience clear! Ever when tempted, make me see, Beneath the olives’ moon pierced shade, My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised, And bleeding, on the earth He made; And make me feel it was my sin, As though no other sins there were, That was to Him Who bears the world A load that He could scarcely bear.

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