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Matius 5:11-12

Matius 21:34-39

Matius 23:34-37

Ibrani 11:32-38

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Matius 23:34-37

• [Mat 23:37] As Birds Their Infant Brood Protect

  As birds their infant brood protect, And spread their wings to shelter them, Thus saith the Lord to His elect, “So will I guard Jerusalem.” And what then is Jerusalem, This darling object of His cares? Where is its worth in God’s esteem? Who built it? Who inhabits there? Jehovah founded it in blood, The blood of His incarnate Son; There dwell the saints, once foes to God The sinners whom He calls His own. There, though besieged on every side, Yet much beloved and guarded well, From age to age they have defied The utmost force of earth and hell. Let earth repent, and hell despair, This city has a sure defense; Her name is called, “The Lord is there,” And who has power to drive Him hence?

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Lukas 13:34

• [Luk 13:34] Weep Not For Him Who Onward Bears

  Weep not for Him Who onward bears His cross to Calvary; He does not ask man’s pitying tears, Who wills for man to die. The awful sorrow of His face, The bowing of His frame, Come not from torture or disgrace; He fears not cross or shame. There is a deeper pang of grief, An agony unknown, In which His love finds no relief; He bears it all alone. He thinks of all for whom His life Of lowliness and pain, And weariness and care and strife, Will be, alas, in vain. He sees the souls for whom He dies Yet clinging to their sin, And heirs of mansions in the skies Who will not enter in. Ah! this, my Savior, was the shame That bowed Thy head so low; These were the wounds that racked Thy frame, And made Thy tears to flow. O may I in Thy sorrow share, And mourn that sins of mine Should ever wound with grief or care That loving heart of Thine.

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Ibrani 11:32-38

• [Ibr 11:36] Faith Of Our Brothers

  Faith of our brothers, suffering sore, Enduring prison, famine, and sword, O Holy Spirit, give comfort, we pray, May they this day find strength in Thy Word. Faith of our brothers, holy faith, May they be true to thee till death! Tortured and killed for Thy dear Name, Lord, give them grace to count all but loss, May they hold steadfast to the end, Sharing the sufferings of the cross. Faith of our brothers, holy faith, May they be true to thee till death! Our brothers, chained in prisons dark, Are still in heart and conscience free, O may they know thy deep, sweet peace, Fill them with joy for all to see. Faith of our brothers, holy faith, May they be true to thee till death! Faith of our brothers! May they love Both friend and foe in all their strife, And preach Thee too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life. Faith of our brothers, holy faith, May they be true to thee till death! And Lord, may we be ready too, To give our lives, if needed, for Thee, May we be strong in Thy great strength, And live each day, committed to Thee. Faith of all brothers, holy faith, May we be true to thee till death!

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  source: Cyberhymnal