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Kidung Agung 2:13-17

• [Kid 2:14] Speak, I Pray Thee, Gentle Jesus!

  Speak, I pray Thee, gentle Jesus! O, how passing sweet Thy words, Breathing o’er my troubled spirit Peace which never earth affords. All the world’s distracting voices, All th’enticing tones of ill, At Thy accents mild, melodious, Are subdued, and all is still. Tell me Thou art mine, O Savior, Grant me an assurance clear; Banish all my dark misgivings, Still my doubting, calm my fear. O, my soul within me yearneth Now to hear Thy voice divine; So shall grief be gone for ever, And despair no more be mine.

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• [Kid 2:14] Sweeter Than All

  Christ will me His aid afford, Never to fall, never to fall, While I find my precious Lord, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Jesus is now, and ever will be, Sweeter than all the world to me, Since I heard His loving call, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. I will follow all the way, Hearing Him call, hearing Him call, Finding Him, from day to day, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Tho’ a vessel I may be, Broken and small, broken and small, Yet His blessings fall on me, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain When I reach the crystal sea, Voices will call, voices will call, But my Savior’s voice will be Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain

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• [Kid 2:16] I Know He Is Mine

  A long time I wandered in darkness and sin, And wondered if ever the light would shine in; I heard Christian friends speak of raptures divine, And I wished—how I wished—that their Savior were mine. I wished He were mine, yes, I wished He were mine; I wished—how I wished—that their Savior were mine. I heard the glad Gospel of “good will to men”; I read “whosoever” again and again; I said to my soul, “Can that promise be thine?” And then began hoping that Jesus was mine. I hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped He was mine, And then began hoping that Jesus was mine. Oh, mercy surprising! He saves even me! “Thy portion forever,” He says, “will I be”; On His Word I am resting—assurance divine: I am “hoping” no longer, I know He is mine. I know He is mine, yes, I know He is mine, I’m hoping no longer—I know He is mine.

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• [Kid 2:16] I Lift My Heart To Thee

  I lift my heart to Thee, Savior divine; For Thou art all to me, and I am Thine; Is there on earth a closer bond than this, That my Belovèd’s mine, and I am His? Thine am I by all ties; but chiefly Thine, That through Thy sacrifice Thou, Lord, art mine. By thine own cords of love, so sweetly wound, Around me, I to Thee am closely bound. To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb, I all things owe— All that I have, and am, and all I know. All that I have is now no longer mine, And I am not mine own; Lord, I am Thine. How can I, Lord, withhold life’s brightest hour From Thee; or gathered gold, or any power? Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee; When Thou hast giv’n Thine own dear self for me? I pray Thee, Savior, keep me in Thy love, Until death’s holy sleep shall me remove To that fair realm where, sin and sorrow o’er, Thou and Thine own are one forevermore.

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• [Kid 2:16] O Lamb Of God, Whose Love Divine

  O Lamb of God, whose love divine Draws virgin souls to follow Thee; And bids them earthly joys resign If so they may Thy beauty see; The saint of whom we sing today Was faithful to Thy loving call, And, casting other hopes away, Took Thee to be her God, her all. To Thee she yielded up her will, Her heart was drawn to Thine above; Content if Thou wouldst deign to fill Thine handmaid with Thy perfect love. Beneath Thy cross she loved to stand, Like Mary in Thy dying hour, That blessings from Thy piercèd hand Might clothe her with undying power; With power to win the crown of light For virgin souls laid up on high, And ready keep her lamp at night To hail the Bridegroom drawing nigh. And surely Thou at last didst come To end the sorrows of Thy bride, And bear her to Thy peaceful home With Thee for ever to abide. All glory, Jesu, for the grace That drew Thy saint to follow Thee; Grant us too in Thy love a place Both now and through eternity.

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• [Kid 2:17] ’tis Night—but O The Joyful Morn

  ’Tis night—but O the joyful morn Will soon our waiting spirits cheer; Yon gleams of coming glory warn Thy saints, O Lord, that Thou art near. Lord of our hearts, beloved of Thee, Weary of earth, we sigh to rest, Supremely happy, safe and free, For ever on Thy tender breast. To see Thee, love Thee, feel Thee near, Nor dread, as now, Thy transient stay; To dwell beyond the reach of fear Lest joy should wane or pass away. Children of hope, belovèd Lord! In Thee we live, we glory now; Our joy, our rest, our great reward, Our diadem of beauty, Thou! And when exalted, Lord, with Thee, Thy royal throne at length we share; To everlasting Thou shalt be Our diadem, our glory there!

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  source: Cyberhymnal