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2 Timotius 3:15

2 Timotius 1:10

2 Timotius 4:8

2 Timotius 4:18

2 Timotius 1:12

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2 Timotius 2:1

• [2Tim 2:1] Army Of Endeavor

  Army of Endeavor, bear the trumpet call; ’Gainst the foe advancing, forward one and all! Christ is our Commander; faithful let us be: He will give to us the victory! Refrain Though the battle rages, what have we to fear? In the wildest conflict, He is ever near. Trusting in our Leader, faithful let us be: He will give the victory! In His royal service, there’s a work for all, Cheering on the faint ones, lifting those that fall; Unto Him Who calls us ever faithful be: He will give to us the victory! Refrain Ever pressing onward in the cause of right, Holding up the banner, walking in the light; Keeping His commandments, great rewards have we! He will give to us the victory! Refrain

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2 Timotius 4:8

• [2Tim 4:8] I Love His Appearing

  There was One came to die in the sinner’s stead, Who the fullness of grace brought to view; He is coming again, Judge of quick and dead, And I love His appearing, don’t you? Refrain I love His appearing, I do, (don’t you?) The glad day is nearing, ’tis true; He will take us on high Where the saints cannot die; I love His appearing, don’t you? Then the children of light who in Jesus sleep, Will awake, by His word formed anew; O this hope in my heart groweth strong and deep, And I long to be like Him, don’t you? Refrain All creation has groaned in the thralls of pain, While the faithful, the valiant and true; Cry, “O merciful Christ! take Thy pow’r and reign,” For they look for His kingdom, don’t you? Refrain Then the heavens shall melt at their Maker’s voice, And the earth shall be fashioned anew; At the glorious tho’t how the saints rejoice! For they know He is coming, don’t you? Refrain

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• [2Tim 4:8] When Thou, My Righteous Judge, Shall Come

  When Thou, my righteous Judge shall come To take Thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at Thy right hand? I love to meet Thy people now, Before Thy gracious feet to bow, Though vilest of them all: But can I bear the piercing thought? What if my name should be left out, When Thou for them shalt call? O Lord, prevent it by Thy grace; Be Thou my only hiding place, In this, th’accepted day; Thy pardoning voice oh let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. Among Thy saints let me be found Whene’er th’archangel’s trump shall sound, To see Thy smiling face; Then loudest of the crowd I’ll sing, While heaven’s resounding mansions ring, With shouts of sovereign grace.

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2 Timotius 4:1

• [2Tim 4:1] And Must I Be To Judgment Brought

  And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say? Yes, every secret of my heart, Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have done. How careful, then ought I to live, With what religious fear! Who such a strict account must give For my behavior here. Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow; So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. If now Thou standest at the door, O let me feel Thee near, And make my peace with God, before I at Thy bar appear. My peace Thou hast already made, While hanging on the tree; My sins He on Thy body laid, And punished them in Thee. Ah! might I, Lord, the virtue prove Of Thine atoning blood, And know Thou ever livest above, My Advocate with God. Receive the answer of Thy prayer, The sense of sin forgiven, And follow Thee with loving care, And go in peace to Heaven.

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• [2Tim 4:1] Day Is Surely Drawing Near, The

  The day is surely drawing near, When God’s Son, the Anointed, Shall with great majesty appear, As Judge of all appointed. All mirth and laughter then shall cease When flames on flames will still increase, As Scripture truly teacheth. A trumpet loud shall then resound, And all the earth be shaken; Then all who in their graves are found Shall from their sleep awaken. But all that live shall in that hour, By the Almighty’s boundless power Be changed at His commanding. A book is opened then to all, A record truly telling What each hath done, both great and small, When he on earth was dwelling; And every heart be clearly seen, And all be known as they have been, In thoughts and words and actions. Then woe to those who scorned the Lord, And sought but carnal pleasures, Who here despised His precious Word, And loved their earthly treasures! With shame and trembling they will stand, And at the Judge’s stern command To Satan be delivered. O Jesus, who my debt didst pay And for my sin wast smitten Within the Book of Life, oh, may My name be also written! I will not doubt; I trust in Thee, From Satan Thou hast made me free And from all condemnation. Therefore, my Intercessor be, And for Thy blood and merit Declare my name from judgment free, With all who life inherit; That I may see Thee face to face With all thy saints in that blest place Which Thou for us hast purchased. O Jesus Christ, do not delay, O hasten our salvation! We often tremble on our way In fear and tribulation. Then hear us when we cry to Thee; Come, mighty Judge, and make us free From every evil.

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• [2Tim 4:1] Judgment Has Set, The

  The judgment has set, the books have been opened; How shall we stand in that great day, When every thought, and word, and action, God, the righteous Judge, shall weigh? Refrain How shall we stand in that great day? How shall we stand in that great day? Shall we be found before Him wanting? Or with our sins all washed away? The work is begun with those who are sleeping, Soon will the living here be tried, Out of the books of God’s remembrance, His decision to abide. Refrain O, how shall we stand that moment of searching, When all our sins those books reveal? When from that court, each case decided, Shall be granted no appeal? Refrain

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• [2Tim 4:1] Mistful Are Our Waiting Eyes

  Mistful are our waiting eyes, As of them who saw Him rise From that mountain to the skies. Then the holy angels near Gave them tidings of good cheer: “Jesus shall again appear.” And we wait an angel’s cry, Piercing earthward from the sky: “Now, behold your Lord is nigh!” Yet, who shall abide that day, When the Judge with dread array Comes for universal sway? Dreadly shall His summons sweep, Heard by those who wake or sleep, On the height or in the deep: Heard by Life ’mid all its bloom, Heard by Death in every tomb— Terrible decree of doom. For the gathered souls who stand, Waiting that supreme command, He shall part on either hand. To those souls of quick and dead, “Come,” shall be the blessing said, “Go,” shall be the cursing dread. Lord, dwell in us now, we pray, That, in the dividing day, We be not the cast away! So shall we till Thou appear Blend, in longing eye and ear, Holy joy with holy fear!

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• [2Tim 4:1] Thou Judge Of Quick And Dead

  Thou Judge of quick and dead, before Whose bar severe, With holy joy, or guilty dread, we all shall soon appear; Our cautioned souls prepare for that tremendous day, And fill us now with watchful care, and stir us up to pray. To pray, and wait the hour, that wondrous hour unknown, When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from Heaven come down The immortal Son of Man, to judge the human race, With all Thy Father’s dazzling train, with all Thy glorious grace. To damp our earthly joys, to increase our gracious fears, For ever let the archangel’s voice be sounding in our ears; The solemn midnight cry, “Ye dead, the Judge is come, Arise, and meet Him in the sky, and meet your instant doom!” O may we thus be found obedient to His Word, Attentive to the trumpet’s sound, and looking for our Lord! O may we thus ensure a lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure an everlasting rest!

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2 Timotius 1:6

• [2Tim 1:6] Lord, With Glowing Heart I’d Praise Thee

  Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee, For the bliss Thy love bestows, For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows: Help, O God, my weak endeavor; This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise. Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away; Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling, Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear, And the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. Praise thy Savior God that drew thee To that cross, new life to give, Held a blood sealed pardon to thee, Bade thee look to Him and live. Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee, Roused thee from thy fatal ease; Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee, Praise the grace that whispered peace. Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express. Low before Thy footstool kneeling, Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless: Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure, Love’s pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth Thy praise.

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2 Timotius 1:12

• [2Tim 1:12] I Am Trusting Thee

  I am trusting Thee, Lord, Jesus, Trusting only Thee; Trusting Thee for full salvation, Great and free. I am trusting Thee for pardon; At Thy feet I bow; For Thy grace and tender mercy, Trusting now. I am trusting Thee for cleansing In the crimson flood; Trusting Thee to make me holy By Thy blood. I am trusting Thee to guide me; Thou alone shalt lead; Every day and hour supplying All my need. I am trusting Thee for power, Thine can never fail; Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me Must prevail. I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus; Never let me fall; I am trusting Thee forever, And for all.

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• [2Tim 1:12] I Know My Faith Is Founded

  I know my faith is founded On Jesus Christ, my God and Lord; And this my faith confessing, Unmoved I stand upon His Word. Man’s reason cannot fathom The truth of God profound; Who trusts her subtle wisdom Relies on shifting ground. God’s Word is all sufficient, It makes divinely sure, And trusting in its wisdom, My faith shall rest secure. Increase my faith, dear Savior, For Satan seeks by night and day To rob me of this treasure And take my hope of bliss away. But, Lord, with Thee beside me, I shall be undismayed; And led by Thy good Spirit, I shall be unafraid. Abide with me, O Savior, A firmer faith bestow; Then I shall bid defiance To every evil foe. In faith, Lord, let me serve Thee; Though persecution, grief and pain Should seek to overwhelm me, Let me a steadfast trust retain; And then at my departure Take Thou me home to Thee And let me there inherit All Thou hast promised me. In life and death, Lord, keep me Until Thy Heav’n I gain. Where I by Thy great mercy The end of faith attain.

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• [2Tim 1:12] I Know Whom I Have Believed

  I know not why God’s wondrous grace To me He hath made known, Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love Redeemed me for His own. Refrain But I know Whom I have believèd, And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I’ve committed Unto Him against that day. I know not how this saving faith To me He did impart, Nor how believing in His Word Wrought peace within my heart. Refrain I know not how the Spirit moves, Convincing us of sin, Revealing Jesus through the Word, Creating faith in Him. Refrain I know not what of good or ill May be reserved for me, Of weary ways or golden days, Before His face I see. Refrain I know not when my Lord may come, At night or noonday fair, Nor if I walk the vale with Him, Or meet Him in the air. Refrain

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• [2Tim 1:12] ’tis Summer In My Heart

  I know in whom my soul believes, I know in whom I trust; The Holy One, the merciful, The only wise and just. Refrain I know in Whom my soul believes, And all my fears depart; For though the winter winds may blow, ’Tis summer in my heart. I know the Sun of Righteousness Illumes the path I tread; And buds of hope that never die Their balmy odor shed. Refrain How sweet to walk obediently With Christ my loving Lord; And learn in simple, childlike faith My duty from His Word. Refrain I know in yonder mansion bright For me there is a place; And there with Jesus I shall wake, And see Him face to face. Refrain

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