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Markus 1:14-15

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Markus 1:14-15

• [Mrk 1:14] Come Sing, Ye Choirs Exultant

  Come sing, ye choirs exultant, Those messengers of God, Through whom the living Gospels Came sounding all abroad! Whose voice proclaimed salvation That poured upon the night, And drove away the shadows, And filled the world with light. He chose them, our Good Shepherd, And, tending evermore, His flock through earth’s four quarters, In wisdom made them four; True Lawgiver, He bade them Their healing message speed— One charter for all nations, One glorious title deed! In one harmonious witness The chosen four combine While each his own commission Fulfills in every line; As, in the prophet’s vision, From out the amber flame In form of visage diverse Four living creatures came. Lo, these the wingèd chariots, That bring Emmanuel nigh, The golden staves, uplifting God’s very ark on high; And these the fourfold river Of paradise above, Whence flow for all the nations New mysteries of love. Foursquare on this foundation The Church of Christ remains, A house to stand unshaken By floods or winds or rains. O glorious happy portion In this safe home to be, By God, true man, united With God eternally.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 1:15] Arise, Sons Of The Kingdom

  Arise, sons of the kingdom! The King is drawing nigh; Arise, and hail with gladness The Ruler from on high. Ye Christians, hasten forth! Your praise and homage bring Him And glad hosannas sing Him, Naught else your love is worth. Arise, ye drooping mourners! The King is very near; Away with grief and sorrow, For lo! your Help is here. Behold, in many a place— We find Him, our Salvation, O blessed consolation! In His pure means of grace. Arise, ye much afflicted! The King is now not far; Rejoice, ye long dejected! Here comes the Morning Star. The Lord will give you joy; Though troubles now distress you, With comfort He will bless you, E’en death He will destroy. Now hear, ye bold transgressors, The King does well give heed To all that ye are doing, And to the life ye lead, Enthralled to sin and hell; Nothing in all creation Escapes His observation He marketh all things well. Be righteous, ye His subjects, The King is just and true; Prepare for Him a highway, Make all things straight and new. He means all for our good Then let us bear our crosses That He Himself imposes, In an undaunted mood. Though war and conflagration Take all our goods away; The Lord is our salvation And heritage for aye. E’en though our loved ones die, Yet they are not forsaken, But from this world are taken To live with God on high Arise, ye poor and needy! The King provides for you; He comes with succor speedy, With mercy ever new. He Who a beast did heed Lets not His children perish; All hopes that man may cherish He can fulfill indeed. He nevermore forsaketh A child that feels the rod, Who Him his refuge maketh, And puts his trust in God. He is our sovereign King; E’en death itself shall never Those from their Master sever Who to His mercy cling. Arise, ye faint and fearful! The King now comes with might, His heart hath long since loved us, He makes our darkness light. Now are our sorrows o’er; No wrath shall e’er befall us, Since God in grace doth call us His children evermore. Haste then, with eager footsteps, To see your Sovereign there! He rides as King of Zion, Strong, glorious, meek and fair. Draw near the Lord and give To Him your salutation, Who bringeth great salvation, And bids the sinner live. The King in grace remembers His loved ones here below With gifts of royal treasures, Yea, doth Himself bestow Through His blest Word and grace. O King, arrayed in splendor, To Thee all praise we’ll render Here and there face to face. O rich the gifts Thou bring’st us, Thyself made poor and weak; O Love beyond expression That thus can sinners seek! For this, O Lord, will we Our joyous tribute bring Thee, And glad hosannas sing Thee, And ever grateful be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 1:15] Arise, The Kingdom Is At Hand

  Arise, the kingdom is at hand, The King is drawing nigh; Arise with joy, thou faithful band, To meet the Lord most high! Look up, ye souls, weighed down with care, The Sovereign is not far; Look up, faint hearts, from your despair, Behold the Morning Star! Look up, ye drooping hearts, today, The King is very near; O cast your griefs and fears away, For, lo, your help is here! Hope on, ye broken hearts, at last The King comes in His might; He loved us in the ages past When we lay wrapped in night. Look up, ye souls weighed down with care, The Sovereign is not far! Look up, faint hearts, from your despair, Behold the Morning Star! The Lord is with us now, who shall The sinking spirit feed With strength and comfort at its need To Whom e’en death shall bow. Hope, O ye broken hearts, at last! The King comes on in might, He loved us in the ages past When we sat wrapped in night; Now are our sorrows o’er, and fear And wrath to joy give place, Since God hath made us in His grace His children evermore. O rich the gifts Thou bringest us, Thyself made poor and weak; O love beyond compare that thus Can foes and sinners seek! For this we raise a gladsome voice On high to Thee alone, And evermore with thanks rejoice Before Thy glorious throne.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 1:15] Let The Earth Now Praise The Lord

  Let the earth now praise the Lord. Who hath truly kept His Word And the sinners’ Help and Friend Now at last to us doth send. What the fathers most desired, What the prophet’s heart inspired, What they longed for many a year, Stands fulfilled in glory here. Abram’s promised great Reward, Zion’s Helper, Jacob’s Lord, Him of twofold race behold, Truly came, as long foretold. Welcome, O my Savior, now! Hail! My Portion, Lord, art Thou. Here, too, in my heart, I pray, Oh, prepare Thyself a way! King of Glory, enter in; Cleanse it from the filth of sin, As Thou hast so often done; It belongs to Thee alone. As Thy coming was in peace, Quiet, full of gentleness, Let the same mind dwell in me That was ever found in Thee. Comfort my desponding heart: Thou my Strength and Refuge art. I am weak, and cunningly Satan lays his snares for me. Bruise for me the Serpent’s head, That, set free from doubt and dread, I may cleave to Thee in faith, Safely kept through life and death. And when Thou dost come again As a glorious King to reign, I with joy may see Thy face, Freely ransomed by Thy grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal