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Roma 14:11-23

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Roma 14:11-23

• [Rm 14:12] The Old Account Was Settled

  There was a time on earth, when in the book of Heav’n An old account was standing for sins yet unforgiv’n; My name was at the top, and many things below, I went unto the Keeper, and settled long ago. Refrain Long ago (down on my knees), long ago (I settled it all), Yes, the old account was settled long ago (Hallelujah!); And the record’s clear today, for He washed my sins away, When the old account was settled long ago. The old account was large, and growing every day, For I was always sinning, and never tried to pay; But when I looked ahead, and saw such pain and woe, I said that I would settle, I settled long ago. Refrain When in that happy home, my Savior’s home above, I’ll sing redemption’s story, and praise Him for His love; I’ll not forget that book, with pages white as snow, Because I came and settled, and settled long ago. Refrain O sinner, trust the Lord, be cleansed of all your sin, For thus He hath provided for you to enter in; And then if you should live a hundred years below, Up there you’ll not regret it, you settled long ago. Refrain

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• [Rm 14:18] Do Something For Jesus

  O brother, do something for Jesus, Do something, my brother, today; Go tell how He died for the sinner, And save them from sin’s rugged way. Refrain O brother, do something for Jesus, Do something for Jesus today, Be faithful to Him, life’s battles to win, Do something for Jesus today. My brother, do something for Jesus, O while not the moments away, The Savior is tenderly calling, Enlist in His service today. Refrain O brother, it pays to serve Jesus, It pays to serve Him every day, In Him there is strength for the weary, And mercy sufficient alway. Refrain

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• [Rm 14:18] It May Not Be Our Lot

  It may not be our lot to wield The sickle in the ripened field; Nor ours to hear, on summer eves, The reaper’s song among the sheaves. Yet where our duty’s task is wrought In unison with God’s great thought, The near and future blend in one, And whatsoe’er is willed, is done. And ours the grateful service whence Comes, day by day, the recompense; The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed, The fountain, and the noonday shade. And were this lift the utmost span, The only end and aim of man, Better the toil of fields like these Than waking dream and slotfhful ease. But life, though falling like our grain, Like that revives and springs again; And, early called, how blest are they Who wait in heaven, their harvest day!

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