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Ulangan 34:1

• [Ul 34:1] Fire Is Burning, The

  I’ve been on Mount Pisgah’s lofty height, And I’ve satisfied my longing heart’s desire; For I caught a glimpse of glory bright, And my soul is burning with the fire. Refrain O the fire is burning, yes, ’tis brightly burning, O ’tis burning, burning in my soul; O the fire is burning, yes, ’tis brightly burning, O ’tis burning, burning in my soul. I will walk with Jesus, bless His Name, And to be like Him I ev’ry day aspire; For His love is like a heav’nly flame, And my soul is burning with the fire. Refrain I my all upon the altar lay, As I to my closet lovingly retire; And the flame consumes while there I pray, And my soul is burning with the fire. Refrain By faith’s eye I scan the ocean’s foam, And beyond I see the haven I desire; There I view the beacon lights of home, And my soul is burning with the fire. Refrain

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• [Ul 34:1] There Is A Land Of Pure Delight

  There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heav’nly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea; And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away. O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy thoughts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes! Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o’er, Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

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1 Samuel 3:1-2

• [1Sam 3:1] How Precious, Lord, Thy Sacred Word

  How precious, Lord, Thy sacred Word, What light and joy those leaves afford To souls in deep distress! Thy precepts guide our doubtful way, Thy fear forbids our feet to stray, Thy promise leads to rest. Thy threat’nings wake our slum’bring eyes, And warn us where our danger lies; But ’tis Thy Gospel, Lord, That makes the guilty conscience clean, Converts the soul, and conquers sin, And gives a free reward.

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• [1Sam 3:1] My Precious Bible

  My Bible, precious treasure! Worth more than gems or gold; Be it my choicest treasure Thy covers to unfold. Thy fair illumined pages With God’s own glory shine; Down through the long, long ages, It gleams in ev’ry line. Refrain My precious Bible! ’tis a book divine, Where heavenly truth and mercy shine, And wisdom speaks in ev’ry line, Speaks to me, speaks to me, Speaks good news to me. For God’s exceeding glory, His very life is love; All through His sacred story Its splendor is inwove. It glows in man’s creation, And O! more radiant still, In His complete salvation, From sin and mortal ill. Refrain I read and weep and wonder, How God, a holy God, Could still the law’s wild thunder, With mercy, gentle word. How raise the pale transgressor, Bow low with pain and fear, And make him Heav’n’s possessor, With Christ, the Son, an heir. Refrain O, marvelous relation! O, tender, pitying love! Of saints the admiration, The song of host above. Be this my wondrous story, My daily, fresh delight, And in this flood of glory, My soul be ever bright. Refrain

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• [1Sam 3:1] Precious Words

  O the joy while thus we meet, Learning here at Jesus’ feet Words of truth that point the way To realms of day! Precious words of worth untold, Ever new but never old, May we read them o’er and o’er, And love them more. Words that tell of Him Who came In His Father’s blessèd name; And the angels at His birth Sang “Peace on earth”; Words that tell His love to men, How He died and rose again, To provide a mansion fair That we might share. Words that kindly say to all, While their tones like music fall, “Come to Jesus while you may; He calls today”; If our heart we open wide, He will then with us abide; We may dwell with Him above, Where all is love.

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• [1Sam 3:1] There’s A Picture Fair And Bright

  There’s a picture fair and bright, Hanging still on memory’s wall: There I see my father take the Book divine; Dear home faces gathered round, As the shadows softly fall, And a light from out the pages seems to shine. Refrain Dear old Book, precious Book, On thy pages soiled and worn I love to look! O thou balm for hearts that ache, For my sainted mother’s sake, Thou art dearer day by day, thou blessèd Book! While I look, the pictures change, And I see my mother’s face; In her hand the Bible, worn and stained with tears; But the light is shining still, And within the hallowed place There is comfort for earth’s griefs and doubts and fears. Refrain O the blessèd days of old, When I felt my mother’s hand, With its tender touch of love upon my head, While the old, old, story sweet, Which a child can understand, From the pages of the Book divine she read. Refrain When I long for voices hushed, And the touch of vanished hands, In the darkness when death’s angel spreads his wing, Let me turn to mother’s Book, With its comforts and commands, For the peace and hope its blessèd pages bring! Refrain

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Yohanes 11:31-35

• [Yoh 11:35] Jesus Wept! Those Tears Are Over

  Jesus wept! those tears are over, But His heart is still the same; Kinsman, Friend, and elder Brother, Is His everlasting Name. Savior, who can love like Thee, Gracious One of Bethany? When the pangs of trial seize us, When the waves of sorrow roll, I will lay my head on Jesus, Refuge of the troubled soul. Surely, none can feel like Thee, Weeping One of Bethany! Jesus wept! and still in glory, He can mark each mourner’s tear; Loving to retrace the story Of the hearts He solaced here. Lord, when I am called to die, Let me think of Bethany. Jesus wept! that tear of sorrow Is a legacy of love; Yesterday, today, tomorrow, He the same doth ever prove, Thou art all in all to me, Loving One of Bethany! Who is this in silence bending O’er a dark sepulchral cave? Sympathetic sorrow blending With the tears around that grave? Christ the Lord is standing by, At the tomb of Bethany.

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