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Yohanes 5:6

• [Yoh 5:6] Soul Of Jesus, Make Me Whole

  Soul of Jesus, make me whole, Meek and contrite make my soul; Thou most stainless Soul divine, Cleanse this sordid soul of mine, Hallow this my contrite heart, Purify my every part; Soul of Jesus, hallow me, Miserere Domine. Save me, body of my Lord, Save a sinner, vile, abhorred; Sacred body, wan and worn, Bruised and mangled, scourged and torn, Piercèd hands and feet and side, Rent, insulted, crucified: Save me: to the cross I flee, Miserere Domine. Blood of Jesus, stream of life, Sacred stream with blessings rife, From the broken body shed On the cross, that altar dread; Giv’n to be our drink divine, Fill my heart and make it thine; Blood of Christ, my succor be, Miserere Domine. Holy water, stream that poured From Thy riven side, O Lord, Wash thou me without, within, Cleanse me from the taint of sin, Till my soul is clean and white, Bathed and purified and bright As a ransomed soul should be, Miserere Domine. Jesus, by the wondrous power Of Thine awful passion hour, By the unimagined woe Mortal man may never know; By the curse upon Thee laid, By the ransom Thou hast paid, By Thy passion comfort me, Miserere Domine. Jesus, by Thy bitter death, By Thy last expiring breath, Give me the eternal life, Purchased by that mortal strife; Thou didst suffer death that I Might not die eternally; By Thy dying quicken me, Miserere Domine. Miserere, let me be Never parted, Lord, from Thee; Guard me from my ruthless foe, Save me from eternal woe; When the hour of death is near, And my spirit faints for fear, Call me with Thy voice of love, Place me near to Thee above, With Thine angel host to raise An undying song of praise, Miserere Domine.

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• [Yoh 5:6] Wilt Thou Be Made Whole?

  Hear the footsteps of Jesus, He is now passing by, Bearing balm for the wounded, Healing all who apply; As He spake to the suff’rer Who lay at the pool, He is saying this moment, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Wilt thou be made whole? Wilt thou be made whole? O come, weary suff’rer, O come, sin-sick soul; See the life-stream is flowing, See the cleansing waves roll, Step into the current and thou shalt be whole. ’Tis the voice of that Savior, Whose merciful call Freely offers salvation To one and to all; He is now beck’ning to Him Each sin-tainted soul, And lovingly asking, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Are you halting and struggling, Overpowr’d by your sin, While the waters are troubled Can you not enter in? Lo, the Savior stands waiting To strengthen your soul; He is earnestly pleading, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Blessčd Savior, assist us To rest on Thy Word; Let the soul healing power On us now be outpoured; Wash away every sin-spot, Take perfect control, Say to each trusting spirit, “Thy faith makes thee whole.” Refrain

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Yohanes 11:11

• [Yoh 11:11] If Death My Friend And Me Divide

  If death my friend and me divide, Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide, Or frown my tears to see; Restrained from passionate excess, Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress For them that rest in Thee. I feel a strong immortal hope, Which bears my mournful spirit up Beneath its mountain load; Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my friend again Within the arms of God. Pass a few fleeting moments more And death the blessing shall restore Which death has snatched away; For me Thou wilt the summons send, And give me back my parted friend In that eternal day.

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Yohanes 19:17

• [Yoh 19:17] Let Me Dwell On Golgotha

  Let me dwell on Golgotha, Weep and love my life away! While I see Him on the tree Weep and bleed, and die for me! That dear blood, for sinners spilt, Shows my sin in all its guilt: Ah, my soul, He bore thy load, Thou hast slain the Lamb of God. Hark! His dying words; “Forgive, Father, let the sinner live; Sinner, wipe thy tears away, I thy ransom freely pay.” While I hear this grace revealed, And obtain a pardon sealed; All my lost affections move, Wakened by the force of love. Farewell world, thy gold is dross, Now I see the bleeding cross; Jesus died to set me free From the law, and sin, and thee! He has dearly bought my soul Lord, accept, and claim the whole! To Thy will I all resign, Now, no more my own, but Thine.

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• [Yoh 19:17] Stretched On The Cross, The Savior Dies

  Stretched on the cross, the Savior dies, Hark! His expiring groans arise; See, how the sacred crimson tide Flows from His hands, His feet, His side. To suffer in the traitor’s place, To die for man—surprising grace! Yet pass rebellious angels by— O why for man, dear Savior, why? And didst Thou bleed? for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed? No! he withdrew his sickening ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day. Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow, And yet my heart unmoved remain, Insensible to love or pain? Come, dearest Lord, Thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart, Till all its powers and passions move, In melting grief, and ardent love.

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• [Yoh 19:17] There Is A Green Hill Far Away

  There is a green hill far away, Outside a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. Refrain O dearly, dearly, has He loved, And we must love Him, too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. We may not know, we cannot tell, What pains He had to bear; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. Refrain He died that we might be forgiv’n, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to Heav’n, Saved by His precious blood. Refrain There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin; He only could unlock the gate Of heaven and let us in. Refrain O dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him, too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. Refrain

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Yohanes 19:28-29

• [Yoh 19:28] His Are The Thousand Sparkling Rills

  His are the thousand sparkling rills That from a thousand fountains burst, And fill with music all the hills; And yet He saith, “I thirst.” All fiery pangs on battlefields; On fever beds where sick men toss, And in that human cry He yields To anguish on the cross. But more than pains that racked Him then, Was the deep longing thirst divine That thirsted for the souls of men: Dear Lord! and one was mine. O Love most patient, give me grace; Make all my soul athirst for Thee; That parched dry lip, that fading face, That thirst, were all for me.

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• [Yoh 19:28] O Perfect God, Thy Love

  O perfect God, Thy love As perfect Man did share Here upon earth each form of ill Thy fellow men must bear. Now from the tree of scorn We hear Thy voice again; Thou Who didst take our mortal flesh Hast felt our mortal pain. Thy body suffers thirst, Parched are Thy lips and dry: How poor the offering man can bring Thy thirst to satisfy! O Savior, by Thy thirst Borne on the cross of shame, Grant us in all our sufferings leave To glorify Thy Name. That through each pain and grief Our souls may onward move To gain more likeness to Thy life, More knowledge of Thy love.

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Yohanes 20:27

• [Yoh 20:27] How Oft, O Lord, Thy Face Hath Shone

  How oft, O Lord, Thy face hath shone On doubting souls whose wills were true! Thou Christ of Cephas and of John, Thou art the Christ of Thomas, too. He loved Thee well, and calmly said “Come, let us go, and die with Him”; Yet when Thine Easter news was spread, ’Mid all its light his eyes were dim. His brethren’s word he would not take But craved to touch those hands of Thine: The bruisèd reed Thou didst not break; He saw, and hailed his Lord divine. He saw Thee ris’n; at once he rose To full belief’s unclouded height; And still through his confession flows To Christian souls Thy life and light. O Savior, make Thy presence known To all who doubt Thy Word and Thee; And teach them in that Word alone To find the truth that sets them free. And we who know how true Thou art, And Thee as God and Lord adore, Give us, we pray, a loyal heart, To trust and love Thee more and more.

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• [Yoh 20:27] O Thou, Who Didst With Love Untold

  O Thou, who didst with love untold Thy doubting servant chide, Bidding the eye of sense behold Thy wounded hands and side. Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe To own Thee God and Lord, And from this hour of darkness draw Faith in the incarnate Word. And while that wondrous record now Of unbelief we hear, O let us only lowlier bow In self-distrusting fear. And grant that we may never dare Thy loving heart to grieve, But, at the last, their blessing share Who see not, yet believe.

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