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Markus 4:38

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Markus 4:38

• [Mrk 4:38] Christ In The Storm

  Galilee’s waters are raging, On them a vessel is tossed; Seamen in terror are calling, “Carest Thou not, we are lost?” Sweetly asleep on a pillow, Maker and Savior He lay; Wild with dismay they awake Him, “Master, we perish,” they say. Refrain Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high, Say to my soul, “Do not fear, it is I”; Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high, Say to my soul, “Do not fear, it is I.” Over the noise of the tempest, Over the dash of the wave, Rings the sweet voice of the Savior; See, He is mighty to save; Calmed in a moment the billows, Hushed in an instant to sleep, Stilled is the roar of the wild winds, Steadied their boat on the deep. Refrain Wonderful Jesus, I need Thee, Out in the storm and the strife, Oft it has seemed I was sinking, Tossed on the ocean of life; Speak to the winds and the waters, Each Thy behest must fulfill; Speak to my heart in the tempest, Whispering softly, “Be still.” Refrain When I am toiling in rowing, Almost engulfed in the sea, Make of the billows a pathway, Come thro’ the darkness to me; Failures and terrors will vanish, Soon as I know Thou art nigh; Say to my soul in the danger, “Be not afraid, it is I.” Refrain Waters unknown are awaiting Travelers leaving earth’s shore; Back to this side of the river, Passengers come nevermore; O when that chill tide is bringing Boatmen to bear me away, Galilee’s Conqu’ror, be with me; Pilot me over, I pray. Refrain

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• [Mrk 4:38] Fierce Was The Wild Billow

  Fierce was the billow wild, dark was the night; Oars labored heavily, foam glimmered white. Trembled the mariners; peril was nigh: Then said the God of God, “Peace: it is I.” Ridge of the mountain wave, lower thy crest; Wail of the tempest wind, be thou at rest. Sorrow can never be, darkness must fly, Where saith the Light of light, “Peace: it is I.” Jesus, Deliverer, near to us be; Soothe thou my voyaging over life’s sea; Thou, when the storm of death roars, sweeping by, Whisper, O Truth of truth, “Peace: it is I.”

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• [Mrk 4:38] Lord, Whom Winds And Waves Obey

  Lord, whom winds and waves obey, Guide us through the watery way; In the hollow of Thy hand Hide, and bring us safe to land. Jesus, let our faithful mind Rest, on Thee alone reclined; Every anxious thought repress, Keep our souls in perfect peace. Keep the souls whom now we leave, Bid them to each other cleave; Bid them walk on life’s rough sea; Bid them come by faith to Thee. Save, till all these tempests end, All who on Thy love depend; Waft our happy spirits o’er; Land us on the heavenly shore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 16:9

• [Mrk 16:9] Happy Magdalene, To Whom

  Happy Magdalene, to whom Christ the Lord vouchsafed t’appear! Newly risen from the tomb, Would He first be seen by her? Her by seven devils possessed, Till His Word the fiends expelled; Quenched the hell within her breast, All her sins and sickness healed. Yes, to her the Master came, First His welcome voice she hears: Jesus calls her by her name, He the weeping sinner cheers, Lets her the dear task repeat, While her eyes again run o’er; Lets her wash His bleeding feet, Kiss them, and with joy adore. Highly favored soul! To her Farther still His grace extends, Raises the glad messenger, Sends her to His drooping friends; Tidings of their living Lord First in her report they find: She must spread the Gospel word, Teach the teachers of mankind. Who can now presume to fear? Who despair his Lord to see? Jesus, wilt Thou not appear, Show Thyself alive to me? Yea, my God, I dare not doubt, Thou shalt all my sins remove; Thou hast cast a legion out, Thou wilt perfect me in love. Surely Thou hast called me now! Now I hear the voice divine, At Thy wounded feet I bow, Wounded for whose sins but mine! I have nailed Him to the tree, I have sent Him to the grave: But the Lord is ris’n for me, Hold of Him by faith I have. Here for ever I would lie, Didst Thou not Thy servant raise, Send me forth to testify All the wonders of Thy grace. Lo! I at Thy bidding go, Gladly to Thy followers tell They their rising God may know, They the life of Christ may feel. Hear, ye brethren of the Lord, (Such as He vouchsafes to call) O believe the Gospel word, Christ hath died, and rose for all: Turn ye from your sins to God, Haste to Galilee, and see Him, who bought Thee with His blood, Him, who rose to live in Thee.

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• [Mrk 16:9] Son Of The Highest, Deign To Cast

  Son of the Highest, deign to cast On us a pitying eye, Thou Who repentant Magdalene Didst call to joys on high. Thy long lost coin is stored at length In treasure house divine, The jewel from pollution cleansed Doth now the stars outshine. Jesu, the balm of every wound, The sinner’s only stay, Grant us, like Magdalene, to weep In this Thy mercy’s day. Absolve us by Thy gracious Word, Fulfill us with Thy love, And guide us through the storms of life To perfect rest above. All praise, all glory be to Thee, O everlasting Lord, Whose mercy doth our souls forgive, Whose bounty doth reward.

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  source: Cyberhymnal