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Matius 6:6

• [Mat 6:6] Alone With God

  When storms of life are round me beating, When rough the path that I have trod, Within my closet door retreating, I love to be alone with God. Refrain Alone with God, the world forbidden, Alone with God, O blest retreat! Alone with God, and in Him hidden, To hold with Him communion sweet. What tho’ the clouds have gathered o’er me? What tho’ I’ve passed beneath the rod? God’s perfect will there lies before me, When I am thus alone with God. Refrain ’Tis there I find new strength for duty, As o’er the sands of time I plod; I see the King in all His beauty, While resting there alone with God. Refrain And when I see the moment nearing When I shall sleep beneath the sod, When time with me is disappearing, I want to be alone with God. Refrain

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• [Mat 6:6] He Will Meet You There

  Would you gain the victory over every sin? Would you in each battle for your Captain win? Hide away with Jesus, yield not to despair; Find your secret closet—He will meet you there. Refrain He will meet you there, He will meet you there; Find your secret closet—He will meet you there; If your heart is burdened, if His grace you’d share, Find your secret closet—He will meet you there. Would you spend your lifetime in the Lord’s employ? And the richest blessings from His hand enjoy? Hide away with Jesus from the world of care; Find your secret closet—He will meet you there. Refrain Would you walk with Jesus in the narrow way? Hear His faintest whisper when your feet would stray? Hide away with Jesus from the tempter’s snare; Find your secret closet—He will meet you there. Refrain Would you be His jewel when He claims His own? Would you share His glory shining round the throne? Hide away with Jesus, keep in constant prayer; Find your secret closet—He will meet you there. Refrain

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• [Mat 6:6] ’mid All The Traffic Of The Ways

  ’Mid all the traffic of the ways, Turmoils without, within, Make in my heart a quiet place, And come and dwell therein. A little shrine of quietness, All sacred to Thyself, Where Thou shalt all my soul possess, And I may find myself. A little shelter from life’s stress, Where I may lay me prone, And bare my soul in loneliness, And know as I am known. A little place of mystic grace, Of self and sin swept bare, Where I may look upon Thy face, And talk with Thee in prayer.

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• [Mat 6:6] Pray, Pray

  Pray, pray, when things go wrong, And gloomy fears around you throng; The loving God your voice will hear, Look up to Him, He’s always near. Refrain Pray, pray though your eyes grow dim, Go with your troubles straight to Him; Pray, pray, for God understands; Have faith, leaving all in His dear hands. Pray, pray, be calm and still, Whatever comes must be His will; His promises like buds unfold, Naught that is good will He withhold. Refrain Pray, pray till faith grows strong, And in your heart rings Heaven’s song; Till self shall die in pure desire, And every thought to Him aspire. Refrain

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• [Mat 6:6] Pray When The Morn Is Breaking

  Pray when the morn is breaking, Pray when the noon is bright, Pray with the eve’s declining, Pray in the hush of night: With mind made pure of passion, All meaner thoughts away, Low in thy chamber kneeling, Do thou in secret pray. Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee, And next for those that hate thee Pray thou, if such there be; Last for thyself in meekness A blessing humbly claim, And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer’s Name. But if ’tis e’er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o’er thee Upon life’s crowded way, E’en then the silent breathing That lifts thy soul above Shall reach the thronèd presence Of Mercy, Truth, and Love.

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• [Mat 6:6] Secret Prayer

  Sweet secret prayer, comfort divine, There, O my Lord, I know Thou art mine; Great Master, there in secret with Thee, Heaven comes nearer and nearer to me. Refrain Blessings attend and follow us there; Heaven comes nearer and nearer in prayer. Sweet secret prayer, comfort divine, There do Thine arms, Lord, round me entwine; Rivers of love and mercy there flow, Balm for all sorrow that mortal can know. Refrain Sweet secret prayer, comfort divine, There do I feel I truly am Thine; Heav’n’s windows open, Jesus is near, Near to my soul, and the Father will hear. Refrain

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• [Mat 6:6] Simple, Earnest Prayer, The

  In the twilight of the morning, When the shadows steal away, And we wake from balmy slumber To behold another day, Let us go alone in secret, And unburden all our care At the feet of our Redeemer, In the simple, earnest prayer. Refrain Let Thy presence, blessèd Savior, Our protection ever be; Give us strength for every trial, Keep, oh, keep us close to Thee. In the noontide, calm and peaceful, When we pause awhile to rest, Ere the sun in all its glory Is declining towards the west; In the midst of our temptation, When the cross is hard to bear, If we cannot go in secret, God will hear the silent prayer. Refrain When the toils of day are over, And we seek the hallowed place Where by faith we meet our Savior, And adore Him for His grace; How we feel our burden lighter, Till we loose our weight of care, While we lift our hearts together In the simple, earnest prayer. Refrain

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Matius 20:21

• [Mat 20:21] Two Brothers Freely Cast Their Lot

  Two brothers freely cast their lot With David’s royal Son; The cost of conquest counting not, They deem the battle won. Brothers in heart, they hope to gain An undivided joy, That man may one with man remain, As boy was one with boy. Christ heard; and willed that James should fall First prey of Satan’s rage; John linger out his fellows all, And die in bloodless age. Now they join hands once more above Before the Conqueror’s throne! Thus God grants prayer; but in His love Makes times and ways His own. All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee While endless ages run.

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Matius 28:7

• [Mat 28:7] Day Of Resurrection, Then

  The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad; The Passover of gladness, the Passover of God. From death to life eternal, from earth unto the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over, with hymns of victory. Our hearts be pure from evil, that we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal of resurrection light; And listening to His accents, may hear, so calm and plain, His own “All hail!” and, hearing, may raise the victor strain. Now let the heavens be joyful! Let earth the song begin! Let the round world keep triumph, and all that is therein! Let all things seen and unseen their notes in gladness blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen, our joy that hath no end.

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• [Mat 28:7] His Cheering Message From The Grave

  His cheering message from the grave An angel to the women gave: “Full soon your Master ye shall see; He goes before to Galilee.” But while with flying steps they press To bear the news, all eagerness, Their Lord, the living Lord, they meet, And prostrate fall to kiss His feet. So when His mourning followers heard The tidings of that faithful word, Quick went they forth to Galilee, Their loved and lost once more to see. On that fair day of Paschal joy The sunshine was without alloy, When to their very eyes restored They looked upon the risen Lord. The wounds before their eyes displayed They see in living light arrayed, And that they see they testify In open witness fearlessly. O Christ, the King of gentleness, Our several hearts do Thou possess, They we may render all our days Thy meed of thankfulness and praise. Maker of all, to Thee we pray, Fulfill in us Thy joy today; When death assails, grant, Lord, that we May share Thy Paschal victory. To Thee Who, dead, again dost live, All glory, Lord, Thy people give; All glory, as is ever meet, To Father and to Paraclete.

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• [Mat 28:7] Light’s Glittering Morn Bedecks The Sky

  Light’s glittering morn bedecks the sky; Heav’n thunders forth its victor cry; The glad earth shouts her triumph high, And groaning hell makes wild reply. While He, the King, the mighty King, Despoiling death of all its sting, And, trampling down the powers of night, Brings forth His ransomed saints to light. His tomb of late the threefold guard Of watch and stone and seal had barred; But now, in pomp and triumph high, He comes from death to victory. The pains of hell are loosed at last; The days of mourning now are past; An angel robed in light hath said, “The Lord is risen from the dead.” Th’Apostles’ hearts were full of pain For their dear Lord so lately slain, By rebel servants doomed to die A death of cruel agony. With gentle voice the angel gave The women tidings at the grave; “Fear not, your Master shall ye see; He goes before to Galilee.” Then, hastening on their eager way The joyful tidings to convey, Their Lord they met, their living Lord, And falling at His feet adored. Th’Eleven, when they hear, with speed To Galilee forthwith proceed, That there once more they may behold The Lord’s dear face, as He foretold.

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• [Mat 28:7] O Sons And Daughters, Let Us Sing!

  O sons and daughters, let us sing! The King of Heaven, the glorious King, Over death today rose triumphing. Alleluia! Alleluia! That Easter morn, at break of day, The faithful women went their way To seek the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia! Alleluia! An angel clad in white they see, Who sat, and spake unto the three, “Your Lord doth go to Galilee.” Alleluia! Alleluia! That night th’apostles met in fear; Amidst them came their Lord most dear, And said, “My peace be on all here.” Alleluia! Alleluia! When Thomas first the tidings heard, How they had seen the risen Lord, He doubted the disciples’ word. Alleluia! Alleluia! “My piercèd side, O Thomas, see; My hands, My feet, I show to thee; Not faithless but believing be.” Alleluia! Alleluia! No longer Thomas then denied; He saw the feet, the hands, the side; “Thou art my Lord and God,” he cried. Alleluia! Alleluia! How blessed are they who have not seen, And yet whose faith has constant been; For they eternal life shall win. Alleluia! Alleluia! On this most holy day of days Our hearts and voices, Lord, we raise To Thee, in jubilee and praise. Alleluia! Alleluia!

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