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Markus 1:15

• [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

Markus 4:37

• [Mrk 4:37] Fierce Raged O’er The Tempest Deep

  Fierce raged the tempest o’er the deep, Watch did Thine anxious servants keep But Thou wast wrapped in guileless sleep, Calm and still. “Save, Lord, we perish,” was their cry, “O save us in our agony!” Thy word above the storm rose high, “Peace, be still.” The wild winds hushed; the angry deep Sank, like a little child, to sleep; The sullen billows ceased to leap, At Thy will. So, when our life is clouded o’er, And storm winds drift us from the shore, Say, lest we sink to rise no more, “Peace, be still.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:37] Fierce Was The Storm Of Wind

  Fierce was the storm of wind, The surging waves ran high, Failed the disciples’ hearts with fear, Tho’ Thou, their Lord, wast nigh. But at the stern rebuke, Of Thy almighty word, The wind was hushed, the billows ceased, And owned Thee God and Lord. So now, when depths of sin, Our souls with terrors fill, Arise, and be our Helper, Lord, And speak Thy “Peace, be still.” When death’s dark sea we cross, Be with us in Thy power, Nor let the water floods prevail In that dread trial hour. And, when amid the sighs, Which speak Thine Advent near, The roaring of the sea and waves Fills faithless hearts with fear; May we all undismayed The raging tempests see, Lift up our head and hail with joy Thy great Epiphany.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:37] Lord, The Wind And Sea Obey Thee

  Lord, the wind and sea obey Thee, Moon and stars their homage pay Thee; Listen to us, as we pray Thee, Who on Thee for all depend. Bless all travelers and strangers, Safely keep the ocean rangers, Guide them in the midst of dangers: All to Thee we now commend. Bless the friends we’ve left behind us; Closer may our parting bind us: May they dearer, better, find us, When we reach our journey’s end. On our way, dear Lord, direct us; Where we err do Thou correct us; From the powers of ill protect us, From all perils us defend. May we know Thy presence o’er us, See Thy guiding hand before us, Till Thou safely dost restore us, Love to love and friend to friend. Holy God, in mercy bending, Human souls with love befriending, Fit us all for joy unending, When this earthly course doth end.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:37] Master, The Tempest Is Raging

  Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high! The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness, No shelter or help is nigh; Carest Thou not that we perish? How canst Thou lie asleep, When each moment so madly is threatening A grave in the angry deep? Refrain The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace, be still! Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea, Or demons or men, or whatever it be No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies; They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace, be still! Peace, be still! They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace, peace, be still! Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today; The depths of my sad heart are troubled Oh, waken and save, I pray! Torrents of sin and of anguish Sweep o’er my sinking soul; And I perish! I perish! dear Master Oh, hasten, and take control. Refrain Master, the terror is over, The elements sweetly rest; Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored, And heaven’s within my breast; Linger, O blessèd Redeemer! Leave me alone no more; And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, And rest on the blissful shore. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:37] O Troubled Sea Of Galilee

  O troubled sea of Galilee, When run thy billows high, And through thy dreaded storms I see That pain and death are nigh; O when thy threatening clouds appear And floods impending chill, Through surge and tempest may I hear A voice say, “Peace, be still.” O storied sea of Galilee, Through all the changing years, Thy stress is type of storms to be And sign of rising fears; Thy tempests drive our hopes across The floods of human ill; The conquest o’er all pain and loss Is in thy “Peace, be still.” Thou vaster sea than Galilee, Where may I look for peace? What wondrous power commanding thee Can cause thy winds to cease? Praise God! that o’er all surging tides There broods His sovereign will; That in each inmost soul abides His conquering “Peace, be still.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 15:16-17

• [Mrk 15:17] Purple Robe, A

  A purple robe, a crown of thorn, A reed in His right hand; Before the soldiers’ spite and scorn I see my Savior stand. He bears between the Roman guard The weight of all our woe; A stumbling figure, bowed and scarred, I see my Savior go. Fast to the cross’s spreading span, High in the sunlit air, All the unnumbered sins of man I see my Saviour bear.
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