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2 Korintus 1:6

2 Korintus 9:13

2 Korintus 10:4

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2 Korintus 6:4

• [2Kor 6:4] Through Good Report And Evil, Lord

  Through good report and evil, Lord, Still guided by Thy faithful Word, Our staff, our buckler and our sword, We follow Thee. In silence of the lonely night, In the full glow of day’s clear light, Through life’s strange windings, dark or bright, We follow Thee. Strengthened by Thee we forward go, ’Mid smile or scoff of friend or foe, Through pain or ease, through joy or woe, We follow Thee. With enemies on every side, We lean on Thee, the Crucified; Forsaking all on earth beside, We follow Thee. O Master, point Thou out the way, Nor suffer Thou our steps to stray; Then in the path that leads to day We follow Thee. Thou hast passed on before our face; Thy footsteps on the way we trace; O keep us, aid us by Thy grace; We follow Thee. Whom have we in the heaven above, Whom on this earth, save Thee, to love? Still in Thy light we onward move; We follow Thee.

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2 Korintus 4:18

• [2Kor 4:18] O Holy Savior, Friend Unseen

  O holy Savior, Friend unseen, The faint, the weak on Thee may lean, Help me, throughout life’s varying scene, By faith to cling to Thee. Blessed with this fellowship divine, Take what Thou wilt, I’ll ne’er repine; E’en as the branches to the vine, My soul would cling to Thee. Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed, Here she has found her place of rest An exile still, yet not unblest, While she can cling to Thee. What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and joys remove, With patient, uncomplaining love Still would I cling to Thee. Though faith and hope may long be tried, I ask not, need not aught beside; How safe, how calm, how satisfied, The souls that cling to Thee! Blessed is my lot, whate’er befall; What can disturb me, who appall, While as my Strength, my Rock, my All, All, Savior, I cling to Thee!

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2 Korintus 5:1

• [2Kor 5:1] There Is A House Not Made With Hands

  There is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high; And here my spirit waiting stands, Till God shall bid it fly. Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolved and fall; Then, O my soul! with joy obey Thy heav’nly Father’s call. ’Tis He, by His almighty grace, That forms Thee fit for Heav’n; And, as an earnest of the place, Has His own Spirit giv’n. We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith lives upon His Word; But while the body is our home, We’re absent from the Lord. ’Tis pleasant to believe Thy grace, But we had rather see; We would be absent from the flesh And present, Lord, with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal