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Roma 8:29

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Roma 8:29

• [Rm 8:29] Can The World See Jesus In You?

  Do we live so close to the Lord today, Passing to and fro on life’s busy way, That the world in us can a likeness see To the Man of Calvary? Refrain Can the world see Jesus in me? Can the world see Jesus in you? Does your love to Him ring true, And your life and service, too? Can the world see Jesus in you? Do we love, with love to His own akin, All His creatures lost in the mire of sin? Will we reach a hand, whatsoe’er it cost, To reclaim a sinner lost? Refrain As an open book they our lives will read, To our words and acts giving daily heed; Will they be attracted, or turn away From the Man of Calvary? Refrain

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• [Rm 8:29] Holy Lamb, Who Thee Receive

  Holy Lamb, who Thee receive, Who in Thee begin to live, Day and night they cry to Thee, As Thou art, so let us be! Jesu, see my panting breast! See I pant in Thee to rest! Gladly would I now be clean, Cleanse me now from every sin. Fix, O fix my wavering mind! To Thy cross my spirit bind; Earthly passions far remove, Swallow up my soul in love. Dust and ashes though we be, Full of sin and misery, Thine we are, Thou Son of God! Take the purchase of Thy blood! Who in heart on Thee believes, He the atonement now receives, He with joy beholds Thy face, Triumphs in Thy pardoning grace. See, ye sinners, see the flame, Rising from the slaughtered Lamb, Marks the new, the living way, Leading to eternal day! Jesus, when this light we see, All our soul’s athirst for Thee; When Thy quickening power we prove, All our heart dissolves in love. Boundless wisdom, power divine, Love unspeakable are Thine: Praise by all to Thee be giv’n, Sons of earth, and hosts of Heav’n!

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• [Rm 8:29] Jesus, My Savior, Let Me Be

  Jesus, my Savior, let me be More perfectly conformed to Thee; Implant each grace, each sin dethrone, And form my temper like Thine own. My foe, when hungry, let me feed, Share in his grief, supply his need; The haughty frown may I not fear, But with a lowly meekness bear. Let the envenomed heart and tongue, The hand outstretched to do me wrong, Excite no feeling in my breast, But such as Jesus once expressed. To others let me always give What I from others would receive; Good deeds for evil ones return, Nor when provoked, with anger burn.

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• [Rm 8:29] Lord, I Am Fondly, Earnestly Longing

  Lord, I am fondly, earnestly longing Into Thy holy likeness to grow; Thirsting for more and deeper communion, Yearning Thy love more fully to know. Refrain Open the wells of grace and salvation, Pour the rich streams deep into my heart; Cleanse and refine my thought and affection, Seal me and make me pure as Thou art. Dead to the world would I be, O Father! Dead unto sin, alive unto Thee; Crucify all the earthly within me, Emptied of sin and self may I be. Refrain I would be Thine, and serve Thee forever, Filled with Thy Spirit, lost in Thy love; Come to my heart, Lord, come with anointing, Showers of grace send down from above. Refrain

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• [Rm 8:29] Lord, Let Thy Spirit

  Lord, let Thy Spirit, from earthly passion weaning, Lead me along Thy will’s all-holy way, To find by faith, on Jesus’ bosom leaning, ’Mid trial, doubt and need, in Him my stay. Lord, let Thy Spirit, new love and life bestowing, Create a holy heart my breast within; That I, into my Savior’s likeness growing, May bear His image through a world of sin. Lord, let Thy Spirit, Thy Word’s deep wealth unsealing, Lighten mine eyes with truth’s celestial fire; In life, in death, the narrow path revealing, Unto the Promised Land of our desire.

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• [Rm 8:29] O Love, Who Formedst Me To Wear

  O Love, who formedst me to wear The image of Thy Godhead here; Who soughtest me with tender care Thro’ all my wanderings wild and drear; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, who ere life’s earliest dawn, On me Thy choice hast gently laid; O Love, who here as Man wast born, And wholly like to us wast made; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, who once in time wast slain, Pierced through and through with bitter woe; O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain That we eternal joy might know; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, of whom is truth and light, The Word and Spirit, life and power, Whose heart was bared to them that smite, To shield us in our trial hour: O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, who thus hast bound me fast Beneath that easy yoke of Thine; Love, who hast conquered me at last, Enrapturing this heart of mine— O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, who lovest me for aye, Who for my soul dost ever plead; O Love, who didst that ransom pay Whose power sufficeth in my stead; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, who once shalt bid me rise From out this dying life of ours; O Love, who once o’er yonder skies Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be.

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• [Rm 8:29] Print Thine Image, Pure And Holy

  Print Thine image, pure and holy, On my heart, O Lord of Grace; So that nothing, high or lowly, Thy blest likeness can efface. Let the clear inscription be: Jesus, crucified for me, And the Lord of all creation, Be my Refuge and Salvation.
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Kolose 3:4

• [Kol 3:4] Christ, The Life Of All The Living

  Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ the Death of death, our foe, Who Thyself for us once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death; Praise and glory ever be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. Thou, O Christ, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, O Thou sinless Son of God, Only thus for me to win Rescue from the bonds of sin; Praise and glory ever be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. Thou didst bear the smiting only That it might not fall on me; Stoodest falsely charged and lonely That I might be safe and free; Comfortless that I might know Comfort from Thy boundless woe. Praise and glory ever be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, Treating Thee with shameful scorn And with piercing thorns they crowned Thee, All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne That as Thine Thou mightest own me And with heavenly glory crown me. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee That from pain I might be free; Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee, Thence I gain security; Comfortless Thy soul did languish Me to comfort in my anguish. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Thou hast suffered great affliction, And hast borne it patiently, Even death by crucifixion, Fully to atone for me; Thou didst choose to be tormented That my doom should be prevented. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Then, for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee with my latest breath For Thy sad and cruel death, For that last and bitter cry Praise Thee evermore on high.

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  source: Cyberhymnal