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Wahyu 2:10

• [Why 2:10] Be Firm And Be Faithful

  Be firm and be faithful; desert not the right; The brave become bolder the darker the night. Then up and be doing, though cowards may fail; Thy duty pursuing, dare all and prevail. If scorn be thy portion, if hatred and loss, If stripes or a prison, remember the cross. God watches above thee, and He will requite; Forsake those that love thee, but never the right.
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• [Why 2:10] Fear Not, O Little Flock

  Fear not, O little flock, the foe Who madly seeks your overthrow; Dread not his rage and power; What though your courage sometimes faints, His seeming triumph o’er God’s saints Lasts but a little hour. Be of good cheer; your cause belongs To Him who can avenge your wrongs; Leave it to Him our Lord. Though hidden yet from all our eyes, He sees the Gideon who shall rise; To save us, and His word. As true as God’s own word is true, Not earth nor hell with all their crew Against us shall prevail. A jest and by-word are they grown; God is with us, we are His own, Our victory cannot fail. Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer! Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare; Fight for us once again1 So shall thy saints and martyrs raise A mighty chorus to Thy praise, World without end.

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• [Why 2:10] From The Cross To The Crown

  Be strong and courageous whate’er may befall, We know our Redeemer will answer our call; Tho’ sorrow and trials are weighing us down, Yet hope looks away from the cross to the crown. Refrain From the cross to the crown let us follow our Lord, From the cross to the crown let us cling to His Word; Tho’ sorrow and trials are weighing us down, Yet faith leads us on from the cross to the crown! His cup of affliction was filled to the brim, And are we not willing to suffer for Him? The robe of His glory for us He laid down, To show us the path from the cross to the crown. Refrain This life is a conflict, a battle with sin, Yet trusting in Jesus thro’ grace we shall win; The world may oppose us, the tempter may frown, Yet faith leadeth on from the cross to the crown. Refrain Tho’ friends that are dearest have gone from our sight, ’Tis only to enter the mansions of light; Their warfare is over, their burdens laid down, How short was their path from the cross to the crown! Refrain

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• [Why 2:10] I Will Trade The Old Cross For A Crown

  I shall not bear the cross thro’ yon city When the burdens of life are laid down. When I knock on the portals of Heaven I will trade the old cross for a crown. Refrain Yes, I’ll trade the old cross for a crown, When the burdens of life are laid down. When the pearl gates for me shall swing open, I will trade the old cross for a crown. Tho’ the cross oftentimes has been heavy, And oft fortune on me seems to frown, But how happy I’ll be over yonder When I trade the old cross for a crown. Refrain Oft, my bark has been tossed on life’s billows, And each wave tries my vessel to drown. But no storm cloud can harm me forever When I trade the old cross for a crown. Refrain Ev’ry cross that I bear for my Savior Will at last, when He calls, be laid down, And my sorrows will all be forgotten When I trade the old cross for a crown. Refrain

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• [Why 2:10] Laurels, Fresh Laurels

  Laurels, fresh laurels, for the Sunday School we bring; They will bloom in fadeless verdure Through a calm eternal spring; Then gladly hail with a pure delight, Oh, hail our beautiful wreath so bright; Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School, for the Sunday School, Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School we bring. Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School to wear; All may win the precious garland, All the flaming crown may wear; The smile of hope and the dew of prayer, Has made this beautiful wreath so fair. Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School, for the Sunday School, Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School to wear. Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” then awake the song anew. They will make you good and gentle, You will love and praise them, too; Oh, meet in heaven the heart so true, That twined the beautiful wreath for you. Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” then awake the song, then awake the song. Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” then awake the song so new.

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• [Why 2:10] Let Our Choir New Anthems Raise

  Let our choir new anthems raise, wake the morn with gladness; God Himself to joy and praise turns the martyrs’ sadness: Bright the day that won their crown, opened heav’ns bright portal, As they laid the mortal down and put on th’immortal. Never flinched they from the flame, from the torture never; Vain the foeman’s sharpest aim, Satan’s best endeavor: For by faith they saw the land decked in all its glory, Where triumphant now they stand with the victor’s story. Faith they had that knew not shame, love that could not languish; And eternal hope o’ercame momentary anguish. Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow; Spurn the night of fear, and then, O the glorious morrow!

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• [Why 2:10] O Brother, Be Faithful

  O brother, be faithful! Soon Jesus will come, For whom we have waited so long; O, soon we shall enter our glorious home, And join in the conqueror’s song. O brother, be faithful! For why should we prove Unfaithful to Him who hath shown Such deep, such unbounded and infinite love— Who died to redeem us His own. O brother, be faithful! The city of gold, Prepared for the good and the blest, Is waiting its portals of pearl to unfold, And welcome thee into thy rest. Then, brother, prove faithful! Not long shall we stay In weariness here, and forlorn, Time’s dark night of sorrow is wearing away, We haste to the glorious morn. O brother, be faithful! He soon will descend, Creation’s omnipotent King, While legions of angels His chariot attend, And palm wreaths of victory bring. O brother, be faithful! and soon shalt thou hear Thy Savior pronounce the glad word, “Well done, faithful servant; thy title is clear To enter the joy of thy Lord.” O brother, be faithful! Eternity’s years Shall tell for thy faithfulness now, When bright smiles of gladness shall scatter thy tears, A coronet gleam on thy brow. O brother, be faithful! The promise is sure, That waits for the faithful and tried; To reign with the ransomed, immortal and pure, And ever with Jesus abide.

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• [Why 2:10] Thou Who Thyself Didst Sanctify

  Thou Who Thyself didst sanctify, And set Thyself apart, Thy servant’s purpose ratify, The purpose of his heart. In reverence he himself would yield To be Thy soldier true, And in high places of the field Thy glorious work to do. Captain Divine, his name enroll; In token let him feel The fire from Heav’n within his soul, The ever burning zeal! Give him his armor, all of light; And with unfaltering breath, Lord, make him Thy great battle fight, And faithful be, to death! He that o’ercometh, Lord, with Thee The morning star shall own, The robe and palm of victory And the immortal crown.

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• [Why 2:10] Wear A Crown

  Bugle calls are ringing out, ?Forward? is the battle shout, See where floats the conqu’ring sign, Onward to the war divine! Refrain And when the battle’s over, we shall wear a crown, We shall wear a crown, we shall wear a crown! And when the battle’s over, we shall wear a crown In the new Jerusalem! Wear a crown, wear a crown, away over Jordan! And when the battle’s over, we shall wear a crown In the new Jerusalem! Sound the charge against the foe, Lay the hosts of error low; In His Name, victorious King, Let the song of triumph ring! Refrain Fight the fight of faith and love, Looking unto Him above; Loyal soldiers, do and dare, Your Commander’s joy to share. Refrain

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• [Why 2:10] When The Saints Are Marching In

  Thro’ the shining gate, Where the angels wait, When the saints are marching in, The redeemed shall come, And be crowned at home, When the saints are marching in. Refrain When the saints are marching in, When the saints are marching in, Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring, When the saints are marching in. Parted friends shall meet, On the golden street, When the saints are marching in, Spotless robes shall wear, Victor’s palms shall bear, When the saints are marching in. Refrain Ev’ry tongue and race Shall extol God’s grace, When the saints are marching in, And the blood-washed throng Shall repeat the song, When the saints are marching in. Refrain “To the Lamb once slain, But Who lives again,” When the saints are marching in, We shall offer praise Thro’ eternal days, When the saints are marching in. Refrain

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• [Why 2:10] Ye Servants Of Our Glorious King

  Ye servants of our glorious King, To Him your thankful praises bring; And tell the deeds that grace has done, The triumphs by His martyrs won. Since they were faithful to the last, Their holy struggles now are past; The bitterness of death is o’er, And theirs is bliss forevermore. The flame might scorch, the knife lay bare, And cruel beasts their members tear; No powers of earth, no powers of hell The souls that loved their Lord could quell. Forever broken is the chain That sought to bind them, but in vain; O let us strive like them to win Our freedom from the bonds of sin. O Savior, may our portion be With those who gave themselves to Thee, Through all eternity to sing All praise to Thee, the martyrs’ King.

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Wahyu 3:12

• [Why 3:12] King Of The City Splendid

  King of the City Splendid, Eternal in the height, May all our country’s cities Grow holy in Thy sight; Cleansed from the deeds of darkness— Cities of light. Teach love to gladden children That know not childhood’s mirth, Wronged of their rights—no beauty In their scant reach of earth; To hope’s large sunshine give them A second birth. Give joy to all the joyless, Song’s voice to sorrows dumb, May light invade with blessing Each dark and deathly slum; Into earth’s realms of horror Thy Kingdom come! Soon may our country’s cities Thy robe of glory wear; Each place of toil a temple, Each house a home of prayer; Each city’s name of beauty— The Lord is there!

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• [Why 3:12] O What Their Joy And Their Glory Must Be

  O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see; Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blessed. What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? O that the blessed ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! Truly, “Jerusalem” name we that shore, City of peace that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment are not severed there, Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer. There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing; While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessèd people eternally raise. There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o’er, Those Sabbath keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph song Which to the angels and us shall belong. Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand. Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all; Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son, Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.

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Wahyu 5:13

• [Why 5:13] Countless Multitudes On High, The

  The countless multitudes on high, Who tune their songs to Jesus’ Name, All merit of their own deny, And Jesus’ worth alone proclaim. Firm on the ground of sovereign grace They stand before Jehovah’s throne; The new song in that blessèd place Is, “Thou art worthy, Thou alone!” With spotless robes of purest white, And branches of triumphal palm, They shout, with transports of delight, Heaven’s ceaseless, universal psalm; “Salvation’s glory all be paid To Him who sits upon the throne, And to the Lamb whose blood was shed: Thou, Thou art worthy, Thou alone; For Thou was slain, and in Thy blood These robes were washed so spotless pure! Thou mad’st us kings and priests to God: For ever let Thy praise endure!” While thus the ransomed myriads shout, “Amen!” the holy angels cry— Amen! Amen! resounds throughout The boundless regions of the sky.

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• [Why 5:13] O For A Sweet, Inspiring Ray

  O for a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns. There low before the glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall! And with delightful worship own His smile their bliss, their heav’n, their all. Immortal glories crown His head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread, Thro’ all th’assemblies of the skies. He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs, To boundless rapture while they gaze; Ten thousand, joyful tongues Resound His everlasting praise.

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• [Why 5:13] See The Ransomed Millions Stand

  See the ransomed millions stand, Palms of conquest in their hand; This before the throne their strain, “Hell is vanquished, death is slain; Blessing, honor, glory, might, Are the Conqueror’s native right; Thrones and powers before Him fall, Lamb of God and Lord of all!” Hasten, Lord the promised hour; Come in glory and in power; Still Thy foes are unsubdued; Nature sighs to be renewed. Time has nearly reached its sum; All things, with Thy bride, say “Come”; Jesus, whom all worlds adore, Come, and reign forevermore.

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• [Why 5:13] Thro’ The New Heav’n What Voices Ring

  Thro’ the new Heav’n what voices ring In praise triumphant to our King? Like many waters, hark, they pour Their tide along the golden shore! “All blessing, honor, power divine, All might and majesty be Thine! Holy and true are all Thy words, Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!” These from the martyrs bed of flame, These from the gloomy dungeon came, These, on the dreadful battlefield, Stood firm till death and would not yield. All voices in that faithful throng, Swell clear and true the glorious song; “Holy and true are all Thy words, Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!” These bore Thy banner o’er the sea, Exiled and poor for love of Thee, And found in danger and distress, Thy presence in the wilderness. No storm could shake, no ill could harm So strong was Thy protecting arm, “Holy and true are all Thy words, Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!”

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