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Yohanes 14:10

Yohanes 20:15

Yohanes 21:15

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Yohanes 20:15

• [Yoh 20:15] In The Garden

  I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God discloses. Refrain And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. He speaks, and the sound of His voice, Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. Refrain I’d stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling. Refrain

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• [Yoh 20:15] Morning Red

  Morning red, morning red, Now the shadows all are fled; Now the Sabbath’s cloudless glory, Tells anew the wondrous story, Christ is risen from the dead. All around, all around, Solemn silence reigned profound; When, with blaze and sudden thunder, Angels burst the tomb asunder, And the Savior was unbound. Forth He came! Forth He came! Robed in white, celestial flame! Mary, at the empty prison, Knew not her Redeemer risen Till He called her by her name. Morning red! Morning red! Christ is risen from the dead! Still He walketh in the garden, Speaking words of love and pardon. Though the crown is on His head.

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Yohanes 21:15

• [Yoh 21:15] My God, I Love Thee

  My God, I love Thee; not because I hope for Heav’n thereby, Nor yet because who love Thee not May eternally die. Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace. And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony; E’en death itself; and all for man Who was Thine enemy. Then why, O blessèd Jesus Christ Should I not love Thee well? Not for the hope of winning Heaven, Nor of escaping hell. Not with the hope of gaining aught, Nor seeking a reward, But as Thyself hast lovèd me, O everlasting Lord! E’en so I love Thee, and will love, And in Thy praise will sing, Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King.

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• [Yoh 21:15] O God, I Love Thee

  O God, I love Thee; not that my poor love May win me entrance to Thy Heaven above, Nor yet that strangers to Thy love must know The bitterness of everlasting woe. But, Jesus, Thou art mine, and I am Thine; Clasped to Thy bosom by Thy arms divine, Who on the cruel cross for me hast borne The nails, the spear, and man’s unpitying scorn. No thought can fathom and no tongue express Thy griefs, Thy toils, Thy anguish measureless, Thy death, O Lamb of God the undefiled; And all for me, Thy wayward sinful child. How can I choose but love Thee, God’s dear Son, O Jesus, loveliest, and most loving One! Were there no Heaven to gain, no Hell to flee, For what Thou art alone I must love Thee. Not for the hope of glory or reward, But even as Thyself hast loved me, Lord, I love Thee, and will love Thee and adore, Who art my King, my God, for evermore.

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• [Yoh 21:15] O Jesus, Jesus

  O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! Forgive me if I say, For very love, Thy sacred Name A thousand times a day. Refrain O Jesus, Lord, with me abide; I rest in Thee, whate’er betide; Thy gracious smile is my reward; I love, I love Thee, Lord! I love Thee so I know not how My transports to control; Thy love is like a burning fire Within my very soul. Refrain Burn, burn, O love, within my heart, Burn fiercely night and day, Till all the dross of earthly loves Is burned, and burned away. Refrain O light in darkness, joy in grief, O heav’n begun on earth; Jesus, my Love, my Treasure, who Can tell what Thou art worth? Refrain What limit is there to this love? Thy flight, where wilt Thou stay? On, on! our Lord is sweeter far Today than yesterday. Refrain

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• [Yoh 21:15] She Loved Her Savior

  She loved her Savior, and to Him Her costliest present brought; To crown His head, or grace His Name, No gift too rare she thought. And though the prudent worldling frowned, And thought the poor bereft; Christ’s humble friend sweet comfort found, For He approved the gift. The poor are always with us here, ’Tis our great Father’s plan That mutual wants and mutual care May bind us man to man. So let the Savior be adored, And not the poor despised, Give to the hungry from your hoard, But all, give all to Christ. Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind, Give to the weary rest; For sorrow’s children comfort find, And help for all distressed. But give to Christ alone Thy heart, Thy faith, Thy love supreme, Then for His sake Thine alms impart, And so give all to Him.

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  source: Cyberhymnal