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Yohanes 4:23

• [Yoh 4:23] O Thou To Whom, In Ancient Time

  O Thou, to Whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrews bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue. Not now in Zion’s height alone The favored worshiper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son Sat weary by the patriarch’s well. From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. O Thou to Whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee at last in every clime, Shall temples rise and praise be sung.

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• [Yoh 4:23] Thou Son Of God, Whose Flaming Eyes

  Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept the grateful sacrifice Which now to Thee we give. We bow before Thy gracious throne, And think ourselves sincere; But show us, Lord, is everyone Thy real worshiper? Is here a soul who knows Thee not, Nor feels his need of Thee; A stranger to the blood which bought His pardon on the tree? Convince him now of unbelief, His desperate state explain; And his fill his heart with sacred grief, And penitential pain. Speak with that voice that wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper rise, And bid his guilty conscience dread The death that never dies. Extort the cry, “What must be done To save a wretch like me? How shall a trembling sinner shun That endless misery? “I must this instant now begin, Out of my sleep to wake, And turn to God, and every sin Continually forsake. “I must for faith incessant cry, And wrestle, Lord, with Thee; I must be born again, or die To all eternity.”

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Yohanes 17:3

• [Yoh 17:3] Forever With The Lord

  “Forever with the Lord!” Amen, so let it be! Life from His death is in that word ’Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day’s march nearer home My Father’s house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times to faith’s foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear! Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies; Like Noah’s dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. Anon the clouds depart, The winds and waters cease, While sweetly o’er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace. I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour, The choral harmonies of Heaven Earth’s Babel tongues o’erpower; Then, then I feel that He, Remembered or forgot, The Lord, is never far from me, Though I perceive Him not. “Forever with the Lord!” Forever in His will, The promise of that faithful word, Lord, here in me fulfill. With You at my right hand, Then I shall never fail; Uphold me, Lord, and I shall stand, Through grace I will prevail. So when my latest breath Breaks through the veil of pain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain. That resurrection word, That shout of victory: Once more, “Forever with the Lord!” Amen, so let it be!

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• [Yoh 17:3] Thou True And Only God

  Thou, true and only God, lead’st forth Th’immortal armies of the sky; Thou laugh’st to scorn the gods of earth, Thou thunderest, and amazed they fly. With downcast eye th’angelic choir Appear before Thy awful face; Trembling they strike the golden lyre, And through Heav’n’s vault resound Thy praise, In earth, in Heaven, in all Thou art; The conscious creature feels Thy nod, Whose forming hand on every part Impressed the image of its God. Thine, Lord, is wisdom, Thine alone; Justice and truth before Thee stand; Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne, Mercy withholds Thy lifted hand. Each evening shows Thy tender love, Each rising morn Thy plenteous grace Thy wakened wrath doth slowly move, Thy willing mercy flies apace. To Thy benign indulgent care, Father, this light, this breath we owe; And all we have, and all we are, From Thee, great Source of being, flow. Parent of good, Thy bounteous hand Incessant blessings down distils, And all in air, or sea, or land, With plenteous food and gladness fills. All things in Thee live, move, and are, Thy power infused doth all sustain; E’en those Thy daily favors share Who thankless spurn Thy easy reign. Thy sun Thou bidd’st his genial ray Alike on all impartial pour; To all, who hate or bless Thy sway, Thou bidd’st descend the fruitful shower. Yet, while at length who scorned Thy might Shall feel Thee a consuming fire, How sweet the joys, the crown how bright, Of those who to Thy love aspire! All creatures, praise th’eternal Name! Ye hosts that to His court belong, Cherubic choirs, seraphic flames, Awake the everlasting song! Thrice Holy! Thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is Thine, And when created nature dies, Thy never-ceasing glories shine.

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• [Yoh 17:3] We Believe In One True God

  We believe in one true God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Ever present help in need, praised by all the heavenly host; By Whose mighty power alone all is made and wrought and done. We believe in Jesus Christ, Son of God and Mary’s Son, Who descended from His throne and for us salvation won; By Whose cross and death are we rescued from sin’s misery. We confess the Holy Ghost, who from both forever proceeds; Who upholds and comforts us in all trials, fears and needs. Blessed and Holy Trinity, praise forever be to Thee!

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• [Yoh 17:3] In One True God We All Believe

  In one true God we all believe, And to His Name all glory give, Creator of all things is He In the Heav’n, the earth, the sea. We all believe in God’s own Son, Our Lord, the sole begotten One; And by the Holy Ghost the same Of a virgin man became. By Pontius Pilate crucified, He suffered on the tree and died; To show of Satan’s reign the end, He did into hell descend. The same Lord Christ of Nazareth Who for all sinners tasted death The third day after He had died Rose with body glorified. In full accord with God’s own Word This holy body of our Lord, Although in death’s firm grasp it be, Never would corruption see. He then ascended into Heaven, Where endless power to Him was given; And there for us in all our needs Graciously He intercedes. From thence He’ll come, as once He said To judge the living and the dead. O righteous Judge, our Savior, come, Take us to our heavenly home! We all confess the Holy Ghost, Who guides the Church, a chosen host, And binds the saints in purest love Here on earth and there above. And to this truth we also cleave, That we forgiveness do receive, True peace and joy and comfort sweet, Daily from the Paraclete. From death our bodies shall arise To endless life beyond the skies; By grace through Jesus we shall rest There in Heaven, forever blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal