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Ibrani 12:1

Ibrani 4:14

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Ibrani 12:1

• [Ibr 12:1] Looking This Way

  Over the river, faces I see, Fair as the morning, looking for me; Free from their sorrow, grief and despair, Waiting and watching patiently there. Refrain Looking this way, yes, looking this way, Loved ones are waiting, looking this way; Fair as the morning, bright as the day, Dear ones in glory, looking this way. Father and mother, safe in that vale, Watch for the boatman, wait for the sail, Bearing their loved ones over the tide, Into the harbor, near to their side. Refrain Brother and sister, gone to that clime, Wait for the others, coming sometime, Safe with the angels, whiter than snow, Watching for dear ones, waiting below. Refrain Sweet little darling, light of the home, Looking for someone, beckoning, “Come”; Bright as a sunbeam, pure as the dew, Anxiously looking, mother, for you. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 12:1] O Father, By Whose Servants

  Our Father, by Whose servants Our house was built of old, Whose hand hath crowned her children With blessing manifold, For Thine unfailing mercies Far-strewn along our way, With all who passed before us, We praise Thy Name today. The changeful years unresting Their silent course have sped, New comrades ever bringing In comrades’ steps to tread; And some are long forgotten, Long spent their hopes and fears; Safe rest they in Thy keeping, Who changest not with years. They reap not where they labored; We reap what they have sown; Our harvest may be garnered By ages yet unknown. The days of old have dowered us With gifts beyond all praise; Our Father, make us faithful To serve the coming days. Before us and beside us, Still holden in Thine hand A cloud unseen of witness, Our elder comrades stand: One family unbroken, We join, with one acclaim, One heart, one voice uplifting To glorify Thy Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ibrani 6:18

• [Ibr 6:18] Hope Set Before You, The

  Lay hold on the hope set before you, And let not a moment be lost, The Savior has purchased your ransom, But think what a price it hath cost! Refrain Lay hold on eternal salvation, Lay hold on the gift of God’s only Son; Lay hold on His infinite mercy, Lay hold on the Mighty One! Lay hold on the hope set before you, Of life that you now may receive, If, gladly His mercy accepting, You truly repent and believe. Refrain Lay hold on the hope set before you, Of joy that no mortal can speak; It telleth of rest for the weary, Through Jesus, the lowly and meek. Refrain Lay hold on the hope set before you, A hope that is steadfast and sure; O haste to the blessèd Redeemer, The loving, the perfect and pure. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ibrani 4:14

• [Ibr 4:14] Atoning Work Is Done, The

  The atoning work is done, The Victim’s blood is shed; And Jesus now is gone His people’s cause to plead: He stands in Heaven their great High Priest, And bears their names upon His breast. He sprinkles with His blood The mercy-seat above; For justice had withstood The purposes of love: But justice now objects no more, And mercy yields her boundless store. No temple made with hands His place of service is; In Heaven itself He stands, A heavenly priesthood His: In Him the shadows of the law Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. And though awhile He be Hid from the eyes of men, His people look to see Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory He will come, And take His waiting people home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 4:14] Great High Priest, We See Thee Stooping

  Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping, With our names upon Thy breast, In the garden groaning, drooping, To the ground with sorrows pressed. Weeping angels stand confounded, To behold their Maker thus, And shall we remain unwounded, When we know ’twas all for us? On the cross Thy body broken, Cancels every penalty; Tempted souls produce this token All demands to satisfy. All is finished; do not doubt it, But believe your dying Lord; Never reason more about it, Only take Him at His Word. Come, behold your Savior bleeding, Streams of mercy from Him flow, Whilst before His Father pleading For those men who wrought His woe. Lo, He cried, “Father, forgive them, Though they do My life pursue, I am willing to receive them, For they know not what they do.” Come, Thou everlasting Spirit, Bring to every thankful mind All the Savior’s dying merit, All His suffering for mankind. True recorder of His passion, Now Thy living fire impart, Now reveal Thy great salvation, Preach His Gospel to our heart. Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely; ’Twas for us Thy blood was spilt; Gracious Savior, take us wholly, Take and make us what Thou wilt. Grant us now Thy heav’nly blessing, Let Thy love our songs employ; Then we’ll find Thy peace possessing, In Thy service all our joy.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ibr 4:14] With Joy We Meditate The Grace

  With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For He has felt the same. But spotless, innocent, and pure, The great Redeemer stood, While Satan’s fiery darts He bore, And did resist to blood. He in the days of feeble flesh Poured out His cries and tears, And in His measure feels afresh What every member bears. He’ll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruisèd reed He never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name. Then let our humble faith address His mercy and His power; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ibrani 6:6

• [Ibr 6:6] O God, Thy Righteousness We Own

  O God, Thy righteousness we own; Judgment is at Thy house begun! With humble awe Thy rod we hear, And guilty in Thy sight appear; We cannot in Thy judgment stand, But sink beneath Thy mighty hand. Our mouth as in the dust we lay, And still for mercy, mercy pray; Unworthy to behold Thy face, Unfaithful stewards of Thy grace, Our sin and wickedness we own, And deeply for acceptance groan. We have not, Lord, Thy gifts improved, But basely from Thy statutes roved, And done Thy loving Spirit spite, And sinned against the clearest light, Brought back Thy agonizing pain, And nailed Thee to Thy cross again. Yet do not drive us from Thy face, A stiff-necked and hard-hearted race; But oh! in tender mercy break The iron sinew in our neck; The softening power of love impart, And melt the marble of our heart.

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  source: Cyberhymnal