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Hymns

The Song of Songs 2:14

• [Sos 2:14] Speak, I Pray Thee, Gentle Jesus!

  Speak, I pray Thee, gentle Jesus! O, how passing sweet Thy words, Breathing o’er my troubled spirit Peace which never earth affords. All the world’s distracting voices, All th’enticing tones of ill, At Thy accents mild, melodious, Are subdued, and all is still. Tell me Thou art mine, O Savior, Grant me an assurance clear; Banish all my dark misgivings, Still my doubting, calm my fear. O, my soul within me yearneth Now to hear Thy voice divine; So shall grief be gone for ever, And despair no more be mine.

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• [Sos 2:14] Sweeter Than All

  Christ will me His aid afford, Never to fall, never to fall, While I find my precious Lord, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Jesus is now, and ever will be, Sweeter than all the world to me, Since I heard His loving call, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. I will follow all the way, Hearing Him call, hearing Him call, Finding Him, from day to day, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Tho’ a vessel I may be, Broken and small, broken and small, Yet His blessings fall on me, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain When I reach the crystal sea, Voices will call, voices will call, But my Savior’s voice will be Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain

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Psalms 119:1

• [Psa 119:1] Blest Are The Undefiled In Heart

  Blest are the undefiled in heart, Whose ways are right and clean; Who never from Thy law depart, But fly from every sin. Blest are the men that keep Thy Word, And practice Thy commands; With their whole heart they seek the Lord, And serve thee with their hands. Great is their peace who love Thy law; How firm their souls abide! Nor can a bold temptation draw Their steady feet aside. Then shall my heart have inward joy, And keep my face from shame, When all Thy statutes I obey, And honor all Thy Name. But haughty sinners God will hate, The proud shall die accursed; The sons of falsehood and deceit Are trodden to the dust. Vile as the dross the wicked are; And those that leave Thy ways Shall see salvation from afar, But never taste Thy grace.

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Revelation 3:4

• [Rev 3:4] O For A Closer Walk With God

  O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul refreshing view Of Jesus and His Word? What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn And drove Thee from my breast. The dearest idol I have known, Whate’er that idol be Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee. So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.

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Revelation 14:4

• [Rev 14:4] Before The Throne Of God Above

  Before the throne of God above I have a strong and perfect plea. A great high Priest whose Name is Love Who ever lives and pleads for me. My name is graven on His hands, My name is written on His heart. I know that while in Heaven He stands No tongue can bid me thence depart. When Satan tempts me to despair And tells me of the guilt within, Upward I look and see Him there Who made an end of all my sin. Because the sinless Savior died My sinful soul is counted free. For God the just is satisfied To look on Him and pardon me. Behold Him there the risen Lamb, My perfect spotless righteousness, The great unchangeable I AM, The King of glory and of grace, One in Himself I cannot die. My soul is purchased by His blood, My life is hid with Christ on high, With Christ my Savior and my God!

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• [Rev 14:4] Sweet Flow’rets Of The Martyr Band

  Sweet flow’rets of the martyr band, So early plucked by cruel hand; Like rosebuds by a tempest torn, As breaks the light of summer morn. First victims offered for the Lord, Ye little knew your high reward, As, at the very altar, gay With palms and crowns ye seemed to play. Ah! what availed King Herod’s wrath? He could not stay your Savior’s path; The Child he sought alone went free; That Child is King eternally. O Lord, the virgin born, to Thee Praise, honor, might and glory be, Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost forevermore.

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