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Amsal 3:14

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Matius 16:26

• [Mat 16:26] God Gives His Mercies To Be Spent

  God gives His mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only lent, Repaid by giving others food. The world’s esteem is but a bribe, To buy their peace you sell your own; The slave of a vainglorious tribe, Who hate you while they make you known. The joy that vain amusements give, O! sad conclusion that it brings! The honey of a crowded hive, Defended by a thousand stings. ’Tis thus the world rewards the fools That live upon her treacherous smiles: She leads them, blindfold, by her rules, And ruins all whom she beguiles. God knows the thousands who go down From pleasure into endless woe; And with a long despairing groan Blaspheme their Maker as they go. Oh fearful thought! be timely wise; Delight but in a Savior’s charms, And God shall take you to the skies, Embraced in everlasting arms.

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• [Mat 16:26] What Is He Worth To Your Soul?

  Jesus the Lord laid His glory aside, Sinners to save and make whole, Freely He died our transgressions to hide, What is He worth to your soul? Refrain What is He worth, what is He worth, What is He worth to your soul? He died on the tree, for you and for me, What is He worth to your soul? All that was His for the sinner He gave, Pointed the path to the goal; Sin would deprave, but the Savior would save, What is He worth to your soul? Refrain All that He saves He will keep till the end, Under His blessèd control; Men may depend on this wonderful Friend, What is He worth to your soul? Refrain All who will trust Him in sunshine and gloam, Shall, when they reach the bright goal, Ceasing to roam, be forever at home, What is He worth to your soul? Refrain

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• [Mat 16:26] Where Is Thy Refuge?

  Say, where is thy refuge, my brother, And what is thy prospect today? Why toil for the wealth that will perish, The treasures that rust and decay? Oh, think of thy soul, that forever Must live on eternity’s shore, When thou in the dust art forgotten, When pleasure can charm thee no more. Refrain ’Twill profit thee nothing, but fearful the cost, To gain the whole world if thy soul should be lost! To gain the whole world if thy soul should be lost! The Master is calling thee, brother, In tones of compassion and love, To feel that sweet rapture of pardon, And lay up thy treasure above; Oh, kneel at the cross where He suffered, To ransom thy soul from the grave, The arm of His mercy will hold Thee, The arm that is mighty to save. Refrain The summer is waning, my brother, Repent, ere the season is past; God’s goodness to thee is extended, As long as the day-beam shall last; Then slight not the warning repeated With all the bright moments that roll, Nor say, when the harvest is ended, That no one hath cared for thy soul. Refrain

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Filipi 3:8-9

• [Flp 3:8] Blessed Savior, Thee I Love

  Blessèd Savior, Thee I love, All my other joys above; All my hopes in Thee abide, Thou my Hope, and naught betide; Ever let my glory be, Only, only, only Thee. Once again beside the cross, All my gain I count but loss; Earthly pleasures fade away, Clouds they are that hide my day; Hence, vain shadows! let me see Jesus, crucified for me. Blessèd Savior, Thine am I, Thine to live, and Thine to die; Height or depth, or creature power, Ne’er shall hide my Savior more; Ever shall my glory be, Only, only, only Thee.

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• [Flp 3:8] Deeper And Deeper

  Into the heart of Jesus Deeper and deeper I go, Seeking to know the reason Why He should love me so, Why He should stoop to lift me Up from the miry clay, Saving my soul, making me whole, Though I had wandered away. Into the will of Jesus, Deeper and deeper I go, Praying for grace to follow, Seeking His way to know; Bowing in full surrender Low at His blessèd feet, Bidding Him take, break me and make, Till I am molded, complete. Into the cross of Jesus Deeper and deeper I go, Following through the garden, Facing the dreaded foe; Drinking the cup of sorrow, Sobbing with broken heart, “O Savior, help! Dear Savior, help! Grace for my weakness impart.” Into the joy of Jesus Deeper and deeper I go, Rising, with soul enraptured, Far from the world below. Joy in the place of sorrow, Peace in the midst of pain, Jesus will give, Jesus will give; He will uphold and sustain. Into the love of Jesus Deeper and deeper I go, Praising the One Who brought me Out of my sin and woe; And through eternal ages Gratefully I shall sing, “O how He loved! O how He loved! Jesus, my Lord and my King!”

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• [Flp 3:8] He Is So Precious To Me

  So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King; His praise all the day long with rapture I sing. To Him in my weakness for strength I can cling, For He is so precious to me. Refrain For He is so precious, so precious to me; For He is so precious, so precious to me. ’Tis heaven below, my Redeemer to know, For He is so precious to me. He stood at my heart’s door ’mid sunshine and rain, And patiently waited an entrance to gain. What shame that so long He entreated in vain, For He is so precious to me. Refrain I stand on the mountain of blessing at last, No cloud in the heavens a shadow to cast, His smile is upon me; the valley is past, For He is so precious to me. Refrain I praise Him because He appointed a place Where some day, through faith in His wonderful grace, I know I shall see Him, shall look on His face, For He is so precious to me. Refrain

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• [Flp 3:8] Lord Jesus, When We Stand Afar

  Lord Jesu, when we stand afar And gaze upon Thy holy cross, In love of Thee, and scorn of self, O may we count the world as loss! When we behold Thy bleeding wounds, And the rough way that Thou hast trod, Make us to hate the load of sin That lay so heavy on our God. O holy Lord, uplifted high, With outstretched arms in mortal woe, Thou dost embrace in wondrous love The sinful world that lies below. Give us an ever living faith To gaze beyond the things we see; And in the mystery of Thy death Draw us and all men unto Thee.

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• [Flp 3:8] Many Thoughts Stir My Heart

  Many thoughts stir my heart as I ponder alone; Many places attract me with charms all their own; But the thought of all thoughts is of Christ crucified, The place of all places, the hill where He died. Refrain O the charm of the cross! How I love to be there! With the love that shines from it, what love can compare? The seal of my ransom in Calvary I see, All my sin, O my Savior, laid upon Thee! ’Tis the end of my sin and the source of all grace; ’Tis the word of God’s love to a prodigal race; ’Tis the greatest, the grandest gift God could impart, Surpassing my reason, but winning my heart. Refrain For the sake of the Christ and the love of His cross I have yielded my all and not reckoned it loss; There’s a place in my heart which the Savior must fill; No other can take it, and none ever will. Refrain

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• [Flp 3:8] O Jesus, We Adore Thee

  O Jesus, we adore Thee, Upon the cross, our King! We bow our hearts before Thee, Thy gracious Name we sing. That Name hath brought salvation, That Name in life our stay, Our peace, our consolation, When life shall fade away. Yet doth the world disdain Thee, Still passing by the cross; Lord, may our hearts retain Thee; All else we count but loss. Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned Thee, And nailed Thee to the tree; Our pride, our Lord, disdained Thee; Yet deign our Hope to be. O glorious King, we bless Thee, No longer pass Thee by; O Jesus, we confess Thee The Son enthroned on high. Lord, grant to us remission; Life through Thy death restore; Yea, grant us fruition Of life forevermore.

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• [Flp 3:8] We Sing The Praise Of Him Who Died

  We sing the praise of Him Who died, Of Him Who died upon the cross; The sinner’s hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss. Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, “God is Love”; He bears our sins upon the tree; He brings us mercy from above. The cross! it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes the terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner’s refuge here below, The angels’ theme in Heav’n above. To Christ, who won for sinners grace By bitter grief and anguish sore, Be praise from all the ransomed race Forever and forevermore.

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• [Flp 3:9] No Righteousness Of Mine

  No righteousness of mine Can stand before the Throne, But Christ’s own perfect works are now my very own! In Christ I’m free! The Cross of Christ made peace with God for even me! The holy law of God That once declared my death Now whispers “All is well” with Jesus’ dying breath! Once dead, now raised! His glorious Cross puts Death to death! Let Christ be praised! Now Sinai holds no fear! Its fiery curses fade, Outshined by rays of grace in Calv’ry’s love displayed! In worship, fall! Adore the Son of God whose outpoured blood heals all!

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