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Yakobus 4:8

• [Yak 4:8] Advent Tells Us, Christ Is Near

  Advent tells us, Christ is near: Christmas tells us Christ is here! In Epiphany we trace All the glory of His grace. Those three Sundays before Lent Will prepare us to repent; That in Lent we may begin Earnestly to mourn for sin. Holy Week and Easter, then, Tell who died and rose again; O that happy Easter day! “Christ is risen indeed,” we say. Yes, and Christ ascended, too, To prepare a place for you; So we give Him special praise, After those great forty days. Then, He sent the Holy Ghost, On the day of Pentecost, With us ever to abide: Well may we keep Whitsuntide! Last of all, we humbly sing Glory to our God and King, Glory to the One in three, On the Feast of Trinity.

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• [Yak 4:8] Dearest Jesus, Draw Thou Near Me

  Dearest Jesus, draw Thou near me, Let Thy Spirit dwell with mine; Open now my ear to hear Thee, Take my heart and seal it Thine; Keep me, lead me on my way, Thee to follow and obey, E’er to do Thy will and fear Thee, And rejoice to know and hear Thee. Underneath Thy wings abiding, In Thy Church, O Savior dear, Let me dwell, in Thee confiding, Hold me in Thy faith and fear; Take away from me each thought That with wickedness is fraught, Tempting me to disobey Thee, Root it out, O Lord, I pray Thee. Thou, earth’s greatest joy and gladness, And salvation, full and free, Let Thy presence cheer my sadness, And prepare my soul for Thee! In the hour when I depart, Touch my spirit, lips and heart, With Thy Word assure, uphold me Till the heav’nly gates enfold me.

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• [Yak 4:8] Nearer, Still Nearer

  Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart, Draw me, my Savior—so precious Thou art! Fold me, oh, fold me close to Thy breast. Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest”; Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest.” Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring, Naught as an offering to Jesus, my King; Only my sinful, now contrite heart. Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart. Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart. Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine! Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign, All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride, Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified. Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified. Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last. Till safe in glory my anchor is cast; Through endless ages ever to be Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee; Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee!

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  source: Cyberhymnal