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1 Korintus 1:18

1 Korintus 10:16

1 Korintus 12:12

1 Korintus 3:7

1 Korintus 3:11

1 Korintus 1:25

1 Korintus 6:18-19

1 Korintus 11:24

1 Korintus 11:25

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1 Korintus 1:18

• [1Kor 1:18] Sinners, Will You Scorn The Message

  Sinners, will you scorn the message Sent in mercy from above? Every sentence, O how tender! Every line is full of love: Listen to it, listen to it, Every line is full of love. Hear the heralds of the Gospel News from Zion’s King proclaim: “Pardon to each rebel sinner, Free forgiveness in His Name”: How important, how important, “Free forgiveness in His Name.” Tempted souls, they bring you succor; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, And, with news of consolation, Chase away the falling tears: Tender heralds, tender heralds, Chase away the falling tears. False professors, groveling wordlings, Callous hearers of the Word, While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford; We entreat you, we entreat you, Take the warnings they afford. O ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way; Haste ye to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay, Rebel sinners, rebel sinners, Glad the message will obey.

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1 Korintus 10:16

• [1Kor 10:16] Jesus Invites His Saints

  Jesus invites His saints To meet around His board; Here pardoned rebels sit and hold Communion with their Lord. For food He gives His flesh, He bids us drink His blood; Amazing favor! matchless grace Of our descending God! This holy bread and wine Maintains our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in His death. Our heav’nly Father calls Christ and His members one; We the young children of His love, And He the first-born Son. We are but several parts Of the same broken bread; One body hath its several limbs, But Jesus is the Head. Let all our powers be joined His glorious Name to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise.

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• [1Kor 10:16] Let Thy Blood In Mercy Poured

  Let Thy blood in mercy poured, Let Thy gracious body broken, Be to me, O gracious Lord, Of Thy boundless love the token. Refrain Thou didst give Thyself for me, Now I give myself to Thee. Thou didst die that I might live; Blessèd Lord, Thou cam’st to save me: All that love of God could give Jesus by His sorrows gave me. Refrain By the thorns that crowned Thy brow, By the spear wound and the nailing, By the pain and death, I now Claim, O Christ, Thy love unfailing. Refrain Wilt Thou own the gift I bring? All my penitence I give Thee; Thou art my exalted King, Of Thy matchless love forgive me. Refrain

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1 Korintus 3:7

• [1Kor 3:7] God The Lord Does Ask

  God the Lord does ask us to do a task, Whether planting or watering seed. We are servants all of our God who has called Us to come to Him and believe. We all are God’s fellow workers; We’re His field where His seed does grow. God alone does know how to make things grow; Let none quarrel or be filled with pride. For the ones who sow and who water know That their purpose is unified. We all are God’s fellow workers; Each man’s labor will bring reward. By God’s gift of grace, a foundation’s placed And a building ere long does rise. But we each must take care how we build our share; It must rest upon Jesus Christ. For we are the Lord’s own building; Our foundation is Christ the Lord. If we build with gold that has worth untold Or with silver or costly stones, Then our work still will last when the judgment has passed; Its true character will be shown. The Day will reveal each building; Each man’s work will be tested by fire. If our work displays only wood, straw, hay, We will suffer great loss and shame. For though we will survive, we will win no prize; We’ll escape only as through flames. O Lord, may we build with wisdom, That our work may come forth as gold!

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• [1Kor 3:7] Oh, To Be Nothing

  Oh, to be nothing, nothing, Only to lie at His feet, A broken and emptied vessel, For the Master’s use made meet. Emptied that He might fill me As forth to His service I go; Broken, that so unhindered, His life through me might show. Refrain Oh, to be nothing, nothing, Only to lie at His feet, A broken and emptied vessel, For the Master’s use made meet. Oh, to be nothing, nothing, Only as led by His hand; A messenger at His gateway, Only waiting for His command; Only an instrument ready His praises to sound at His will, Willing should He not require me, In silence to wait on Him still. Refrain Oh, to be nothing, nothing, Painful the humbling may be, Yet low in the dust I’d lay me That the world might my Savior see. Rather be nothing, nothing, To Him let our voices be raised, He is the Fountain of blessing, He only is meet to be praised. Refrain

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1 Korintus 3:11

• [1Kor 3:11] Church Of God Is Stablished, The

  The Church of God is stablished Through Jesus Christ our Lord, Indwelt by Christ all glorious With Christ she shall accord. The sweetness of Christ’s spirit Within her life endures, And to the weary nations God’s day of peace ensures. The Church of God enshrineth Whate’er true men hold dear, And with her strength doth cherish The visions of the seer. The patience of Christ’s spirit Within her heart abides, To hope she still doth witness, Whatever ill betides. The Church of God increaseth Through sacrifice and pain; Through travail and through sorrow She makes her constant gain. The passion of Christ’s spirit Ne’er from the Church shall die; Love shall the sin-vexed peoples Redeem and sanctify. The Church of God endureth, Though vexed with inward strife; To God’s sure end she moveth For Christ is her true life. The power of Christ’s strong spirit The Church shall unify, When, all names lost in One Name, The kingdom draweth nigh.

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• [1Kor 3:11] Church’s One Foundation, The

  The Church’s one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord, She is His new creation By water and the Word. From heaven He came and sought her To be His holy bride; With His own blood He bought her And for her life He died. She is from every nation, Yet one o’er all the earth; Her charter of salvation, One Lord, one faith, one birth; One holy Name she blesses, Partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses, With every grace endued. The Church shall never perish! Her dear Lord to defend, To guide, sustain, and cherish, Is with her to the end: Though there be those who hate her, And false sons in her pale, Against both foe or traitor She ever shall prevail. Though with a scornful wonder Men see her sore oppressed, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distressed: Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, “How long?” And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song! ’Mid toil and tribulation, And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace forevermore; Till, with the vision glorious, Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. Yet she on earth hath union With God the Three in One, And mystic sweet communion With those whose rest is won, With all her sons and daughters Who, by the Master’s hand Led through the deathly waters, Repose in Eden land. O happy ones and holy! Lord, give us grace that we Like them, the meek and lowly, On high may dwell with Thee: There, past the border mountains, Where in sweet vales the Bride With Thee by living fountains Forever shall abide!

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• [1Kor 3:11] Founded On Thee

  Founded on Thee, our only Lord, On Thee, the everlasting Rock, Thy Church shall stand, as stands Thy Word, Nor fear the storm, nor dread the shock. For Thee our waiting spirits yearn, For Thee this house of praise we rear; To Thee with longing hearts we turn: Come, fix Thy glorious presence here. Come, with Thy Spirit and Thy power, The Conqueror, once the Crucified; Our God, our Strength, our King, our Tower, Here plant Thy throne, and here abide. Accept the work our hands have wrought; Accept, O God, this earthly shrine; Be Thou our Rock, our life, our thought, And we, as living temples, Thine.

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• [1Kor 3:11] We Build Our School On Thee

  We build our school on Thee, O Lord, To Thee we bring our common need; The loving heart, the helpful word, The tender thought, the kindly deed. We work together in Thy sight, We live together in Thy love; Guide Thou our faltering steps aright, And lift our thought to Heaven above. Hold Thou each hand to keep it just, Touch Thou our lips and make them pure, If Thou art with us, Lord, we must Be faithful friends and comrades sure. We change, but Thou art still the same, The same good Master, Teacher, Friend; We change; but Lord, we bear Thy Name, To journey with it to the end.

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1 Korintus 3:19

• [1Kor 3:19] They Tell Me The Story Of Jesus Is Old

  They tell me the story of Jesus is old, And they ask that we preach something new; They say that the Babe, and the Man of the cross, For the wise of this world will not do. Refrain It can never grow old, it can never grow old, Though a million times over the story is told; While sin lives unvanquished, and death rules the world, The story of Jesus can never grow old. Yet the story is old, as the sunlight is old, Though it’s new every morn all the same; As it floods all the world with its gladness and light, Kindling faraway stars by its flame. Refrain For what can we tell to the weary of heart, If we preach not salvation from sin? And how can we comfort the souls that depart, If we tell not how Christ rose again? Refrain So with sorrow we turn from the wise of this world, To the wanderers far from the fold; With hearts for the message they’ll join in our song, That the story can never grow old. Refrain

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1 Korintus 11:24

• [1Kor 11:24] Beneath The Form Of Outward Rite

  Beneath the forms of outward rite Thy supper, Lord, is spread In every quiet upper room Where fainting souls are fed. The bread is always consecrate Which men divide with men; And every act of brotherhood Repeats Thy feast again. The blessèd cup is only passed, True memory of Thee, When life anew pours out its wine With rich sufficiency. O Master, through these symbols shared, Thine own dear self impart, That in our daily life may flame The passion of Thy heart.

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• [1Kor 11:24] Deck Thyself, My Soul, With Gladness

  Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness, Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness; Come into the daylight’s splendor, There with joy thy praises render Unto Christ Whose grace unbounded Hath this wondrous banquet founded. Higher o’er all the heav’ns He reigneth, Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth. Hasten as a bride to meet Him And with loving reverence greet Him; For with words of life immortal Now He knocketh at thy portal. Haste to ope the gates before Him, Saying, while thou dost adore Him, Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee, And I nevermore will leave Thee. He who craves a precious treasure Neither cost nor pain will measure; But the priceless gifts of heaven God to us hath freely given. Though the wealth of earth were offered, Naught would buy the gifts here offered: Christ’s true body, for thee riven, And His blood, for thee once given. Ah, how hungers all my spirit For the love I do not merit! Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging, Thought upon this food with longing, In the battle well nigh worsted, For this cup of life have thirsted, For the Friend Who here invites us And to God Himself unites us. In my heart I find ascending Holy awe, with rapture blending, As this mystery I ponder, Filling all my soul with wonder, Bearing witness at this hour Of the greatness of God’s power; Far beyond all human telling Is the power within Him dwelling. Human reason, though it ponder, Cannot fathom this great wonder That Christ’s body e’er remaineth Though it countless souls sustaineth And that He His blood is giving With the wine we are receiving. These great mysteries unsounded Are by God alone expounded. Sun, who all my life dost brighten, Light, who dost my soul enlighten; Joy the best that any knoweth; Fount, whence all my being floweth; At Thy feet I cry, my Maker, Let me be a fit partaker Of this blessèd food from heaven, For our good, Thy glory, given. Lord, by love and mercy driven Thou hast left Thy throne in heaven On the cross for me to languish And to die in bitter anguish, To forego all joy and gladness And to shed Thy blood in sadness. By this blood redeemed and living, Lord, I praise Thee with thanksgiving. Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee, Let me gladly here obey Thee. By Thy love I am invited, Be Thy love with love requited; From this supper let me measure, Lord, how vast and deep love’s treasure. Through the gifts Thou here dost give me As Thy guest in heaven receive me.

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• [1Kor 11:24] Draw Nigh And Take The Body Of The Lord

  Draw nigh and take the body of the Lord; And drink the holy blood for you outpoured. Saved by that body and that holy blood, With souls refreshed, we render thanks to God. Salvation’s Giver, Christ, the only Son, By His dear cross and blood the victory won. Offered was He for greatest and for least, Himself the Victim, and Himself the Priest. Victims were offered by the law of old, Which in a type this heavenly mystery told. He, Ransomer from death, and Light from shade, Now gives His holy grace His saints to aid. Approach ye then with faithful hearts sincere, And take the safeguard of salvation here. He, that His saints in this world rules and shields, To all believers life eternal yields. With heavenly bread makes them that hunger whole, Gives living waters to the thirsting soul, Alpha and Omega, to Whom shall bow All nations at the doom, is with us now.

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• [1Kor 11:24] Till He Come

  “Till He come,” O let the words Linger on the trembling chords, Let the “little while” between In their golden light be seen; Let us think how Heaven and home Lie beyond that, “Till He come.” When the weary ones we love Enter on their rest above, Seems the earth so poor and vast, All our life joy overcast? Hush, be every murmur dumb; It is only, “Till He come.” Clouds and conflicts round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is lost, Death and darkness, and the tomb, Only whisper, “Till He come.” See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine, and break the bread; Sweet memorials, till the Lord Calls us round His heavenly board; Some from earth, from glory some Severed only, “Till He come.”

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1 Korintus 14:15

• [1Kor 14:15] Jesus, Thou Soul Of All Our Joys

  Jesus, Thou soul of all our joys, For Whom we now lift up our voice, And all our strength exert; Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim, Compose into a thankful frame, And tune Thy people’s heart. While in the heavenly work we join, Thy glory be our whole design, Thy glory, not our own: Still let us keep our end in view, And still the pleasing task pursue, To please our God alone. The secret pride, the subtle sin, O let it never more steal in, To offend Thy glorious eyes, To desecrate our hallowed strain, And make our solemn service vain, And mar our sacrifice! To magnify Thy awful Name, To spread the honors of the Lamb, Let us our voices raise; Our souls’ and bodies’ powers unite, Regardless of our own delight, And dead to human praise. Still let us on our guard be found, And watch against the power of sound With sacred jealousy; Lest haply sense should damp our zeal, And music’s charms bewitch and steal Our hearts away from Thee. That hurrying strife far oft remove, That noisy burst of selfish love, Which swells the formal song; The joy from out our hearts arise, And speak and sparkle in our eyes, And vibrate on our tongue. Thee let us praise, our common Lord, And sweetly join with one accord Thy goodness to proclaim: Jesus, Thyself in us reveal, And all our faculties shall feel Thy harmonizing Name. With calmly reverential joy, O let us all our lives employ In setting forth Thy love; And raise in death our triumph higher, And sing with all the heavenly choir, That endless song above!

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