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Markus 6:13

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Markus 14:38

Markus 16:2

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Markus 3:14

• [Mrk 3:14] Let All On Earth Their Voices Raise

  Let all on earth their voices raise, Re-echoing Heav’n’s triumphant praise To Him, who gave th’apostles grace To run on earth their glorious race. Thou, at Whose word they bore the light Of Gospel truth o’er heathen night, To us that heav’nly light impart, To glad our eyes and cheer our heart. Thou, at Whose will to them was giv’n To bind and loose in earth and Heav’n, Our chains unbind, our sins undo, And in our hearts Thy grace renew. Thou, in Whose might they spake the word Which cured disease and health restored, To us its healing power prolong, Support the weak, confirm the strong. And when the thrones are set on high And judgment’s awful hour draws nigh, Then, Lord, with them pronounce us blest, And take us to Thine endless rest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 10:26

• [Mrk 10:26] What Though I Cannot Break My Chain

  What though I cannot break my chain Or e’er throw off my load, The things impossible to men Are possible to God. Who, who shall in Thy presence stand, Or match omnipotence; Unfold the grasp of Thy right hand And pluck the sinner thence? Faith to be healed I fain would have, O might it now be given; Thou canst, thou canst the sinner save, And make me meet for Heav’n. Bound down with twice ten thousand ties, Yet let me hear Thy call; My soul in confidence shall rise, Shall rise and break through all. Thou canst o’ercome this heart of mine, Thou wilt victorious prove; For everlasting strength is Thine, And everlasting love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 14:38

• [Mrk 14:38] My God! My God! And Can It Be

  My God! my God! and can it be That I should sin so lightly now, And think no more of evil thoughts Than of the wind that waves the bough? I sin, and Heav’n and earth go round, As if no dreadful deed were done; As if Thy blood had never flowed To hinder sin, or to atone. I walk the earth with lightsome step, Smile at the sunshine, breathe the air, Do my own will, not ever heed Gethsemane and Thy long prayer. Shall it be always thus, O Lord? Wilt Thou not work this hour in me The grace of Thy Passion merited, Hatred of self, and love of Thee! O by the pains of Thy pure love, Grant me the gift of holy fear; And by Thy woes and bloody sweat Wash Thou my guilty conscience clear! Ever when tempted, make me see, Beneath the olives’ moon pierced shade, My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised, And bleeding, on the earth He made; And make me feel it was my sin, As though no other sins there were, That was to Him Who bears the world A load that He could scarcely bear.

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  source: Cyberhymnal