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Roma 8:12-13

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Roma 8:12-13

• [Rm 8:12] When This Passing World Is Done

  When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon glaring sun, When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o’er life’s finished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When I hear the wicked call, On the rocks and hills to fall, When I see them start and shrink On the fiery deluge brink, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When I stand before the throne, Dressed in beauty not my own, When I see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsinning heart, Then Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When the praise of Heav’n I hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters’ noise, Sweet as harp’s melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. Even on earth, as through a glass Darkly, let Thy glory pass, Make forgiveness feel so sweet, Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet, Even on earth, Lord, make me know Something of how much I owe. Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Savior’s side, By the Spirit sanctified, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark, as midnight’s gloomy shroud; But, when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light; Blessed Jesus! bid me show Doubting saints how much I owe. When in flowery paths I tread, Oft by sin I’m captive led; Oft I fall—but still arise— The Spirit comes—the tempter flies; Blessed Spirit! bid me show Weary sinners all I owe. Oft the nights of sorrow reign— Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; But a night Thine anger burns— Morning comes and joy returns; God of comforts! bid me show To Thy poor, how much I owe.

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Roma 14:13-23

• [Rm 14:18] Do Something For Jesus

  O brother, do something for Jesus, Do something, my brother, today; Go tell how He died for the sinner, And save them from sin’s rugged way. Refrain O brother, do something for Jesus, Do something for Jesus today, Be faithful to Him, life’s battles to win, Do something for Jesus today. My brother, do something for Jesus, O while not the moments away, The Savior is tenderly calling, Enlist in His service today. Refrain O brother, it pays to serve Jesus, It pays to serve Him every day, In Him there is strength for the weary, And mercy sufficient alway. Refrain

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• [Rm 14:18] It May Not Be Our Lot

  It may not be our lot to wield The sickle in the ripened field; Nor ours to hear, on summer eves, The reaper’s song among the sheaves. Yet where our duty’s task is wrought In unison with God’s great thought, The near and future blend in one, And whatsoe’er is willed, is done. And ours the grateful service whence Comes, day by day, the recompense; The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed, The fountain, and the noonday shade. And were this lift the utmost span, The only end and aim of man, Better the toil of fields like these Than waking dream and slotfhful ease. But life, though falling like our grain, Like that revives and springs again; And, early called, how blest are they Who wait in heaven, their harvest day!

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  source: Cyberhymnal