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Markus 5:39-41

• [Mrk 5:39] Good Night And Good Morning

  When comes to the weary a blessèd release, When upward we pass to His kingdom of peace, When free from the woes that on earth we must bear, We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain Good morning up there where Christ is the Light, Good morning up there where cometh no night; When we step from this earth to God’s Heaven so fair, We’ll say “good night” here but “good morning” up there. When fadeth the day and dark shadows draw nigh, With Christ close at hand, it is not death to die; He’ll wipe every tear, roll away every care; We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain When home lights we see shining brightly above, Where we shall be soon, through His wonderful love, We’ll praise Him Who called us His Heaven to share, We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there. Refrain

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• [Mrk 5:39] We Shall Sleep, But Not Forever

  We shall sleep, but not forever, There will be a glorious dawn! We shall meet to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn! From the deepest cave of ocean, From the desert and the plain, From the valley and the mountain, Countless throngs shall rise again. Refrain We shall sleep, but not forever, There will be a glorious dawn! We shall meet, to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn! When we see a precious blossom, That we tended with such care, Rudely taken from our bosom, How our aching hearts despair! Round its little grave we linger, Till the setting sun is low, Feeling all our hopes have perished, With the flow’r we cherished so. Refrain We shall sleep, but not forever, In the lone and silent grave: Blessèd be the Lord that taketh, Blessèd be the Lord that gave. In the bright eternal city, Death can never, never come! In His own good time He’ll call us, From our rest, to home, sweet home. Refrain

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• [Mrk 5:40] O Scorned And Outcast Lord

  O scorned and outcast Lord, beneath Thy burden meekly bending, Thou, our true Isaac, to Thy death Art wearily ascending. And soon, with nail pierced feet and hands Upon the cross they raise Thee; The cross, which there uplifted stands, To all the earth displays Thee. Oh! wondrous love of God on high The sinful thus to cherish! He gave His guiltless Son to die Lest guilty man should perish. Our sin’s pollution to remove His blood was freely given; So mighty was the Savior’s love So just the wrath of heaven. Yes! ’tis the cross the breaks the rod And chain of condemnation, And makes a league ’twixt man and God For our entire salvation. O praise the Father, praise the Son, The Lamb for sinners given, And Holy Ghost, through Whom alone Our hearts are raised to Heaven.

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