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Ibrani 1:3

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Ibrani 1:3

• [Ibr 1:3] Jesu, Our Hope, Our Heart’s Desire

  Jesu, our Hope, our heart’s Desire, Thy work of grace we sing; Redeemer of the world art Thou, Its Maker and its King. How vast the mercy and the love, Which laid our sins on Thee, And led Thee to a cruel death, To set Thy people free! But now the bonds of death are burst; The ransom has been paid; And Thou art on Thy Father’s throne, In glorious robes arrayed. O may Thy mighty love prevail Our sinful souls to spare! O may we stand around Thy throne, And see Thy glory there! Jesu, our only Joy be Thou, As Thou our Prize wilt be; In Thee be all our glory now And through eternity. All praise to Thee Who art gone up Triumphantly to Heav’n; All praise to God the Father’s Name And Holy Ghost be given.

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• [Ibr 1:3] O Brightness Of Th’immortal Father’s Face

  O Brightness of th’immortal Father’s face, Most holy, heav’nly, blest, Lord Jesus Christ, in Whom His truth and grace Are visibly expressed! The sun is sinking now, and one by one The lamps of evening shine; We hymn th’eternal Father, and the Son, And Holy Ghost divine. Worthy art Thou at all times to receive Our hallowed praises, Lord, O Son of God, be Thou, in Whom we live, Through all the world adored.

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Ibrani 4:14

• [Ibr 4:14] Atoning Work Is Done, The

  The atoning work is done, The Victim’s blood is shed; And Jesus now is gone His people’s cause to plead: He stands in Heaven their great High Priest, And bears their names upon His breast. He sprinkles with His blood The mercy-seat above; For justice had withstood The purposes of love: But justice now objects no more, And mercy yields her boundless store. No temple made with hands His place of service is; In Heaven itself He stands, A heavenly priesthood His: In Him the shadows of the law Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. And though awhile He be Hid from the eyes of men, His people look to see Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory He will come, And take His waiting people home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 4:14] Great High Priest, We See Thee Stooping

  Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping, With our names upon Thy breast, In the garden groaning, drooping, To the ground with sorrows pressed. Weeping angels stand confounded, To behold their Maker thus, And shall we remain unwounded, When we know ’twas all for us? On the cross Thy body broken, Cancels every penalty; Tempted souls produce this token All demands to satisfy. All is finished; do not doubt it, But believe your dying Lord; Never reason more about it, Only take Him at His Word. Come, behold your Savior bleeding, Streams of mercy from Him flow, Whilst before His Father pleading For those men who wrought His woe. Lo, He cried, “Father, forgive them, Though they do My life pursue, I am willing to receive them, For they know not what they do.” Come, Thou everlasting Spirit, Bring to every thankful mind All the Savior’s dying merit, All His suffering for mankind. True recorder of His passion, Now Thy living fire impart, Now reveal Thy great salvation, Preach His Gospel to our heart. Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely; ’Twas for us Thy blood was spilt; Gracious Savior, take us wholly, Take and make us what Thou wilt. Grant us now Thy heav’nly blessing, Let Thy love our songs employ; Then we’ll find Thy peace possessing, In Thy service all our joy.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 4:14] With Joy We Meditate The Grace

  With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For He has felt the same. But spotless, innocent, and pure, The great Redeemer stood, While Satan’s fiery darts He bore, And did resist to blood. He in the days of feeble flesh Poured out His cries and tears, And in His measure feels afresh What every member bears. He’ll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruisèd reed He never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name. Then let our humble faith address His mercy and His power; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ibrani 5:7

• [Ibr 5:7] Our Blessèd Savior Seven Times Spoke

  Our blessèd Savior sev’n times spoke When on the cross our sins He took And died lest men should perish. Let us His last and dying words In our remembrance cherish. “Father, forgive these men; for, lo, They truly know not what they do.” So far His love extended. Forgive us, Lord, for we, too, have Through ignorance offended. Now to the contrite thief He cries: “Thou, verily, in Paradise Shall meet Me ere tomorrow.” Lord, take us to Thy kingdom soon Who linger here in sorrow. To weeping Mary, standing by, “Behold thy Son,” now hear Him cry; To John, “Behold thy mother.” Provide, O Lord, for those we leave; Let each befriend the other. The Savior’s fourth word was “I thirst.” O mighty Prince of Life, Thy thirst For us and our salvation Is truly great; do help us, then, That we escape damnation. The fifth, “My God, My God, O why Forsake Me?” Hark, the awful cry! Lord, Thou wast here forsaken That we might be received on high; Let this hope not be shaken. The sixth, when victory was won, “’Tis finished!” for Thy work was done. Grant, Lord, that, onward pressing, We may the work Thou dost impose Fulfill with Thine own blessing. The last, as woe and sufferings end, “O God, My Father, I commend Into Thy hands My Spirit.” Be this, dear Lord, my dying wish; O heavenly Father, hear it. Whoe’er, by sense of sin oppressed, Upon these words his thoughts will rest, He joy and hope obtaineth And through God’s love and boundless grace A peaceful conscience gaineth. O Jesus Christ, Thou Crucified, Who hast for our offenses died, Grant that we e’er may ponder Thy wounds, Thy cross, Thy bitter death, Both here below and yonder.

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  source: Cyberhymnal