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May you be blessed by this glorious hymn!

I love Southern Gospel Hymns!  Here’s a medley from the Crimson River Quartet–Enjoy!

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

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Lyrics: Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847
Music: W.H. Monk, 1823-1889

 

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When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of Glory died;
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride. 

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
save in the death of Christ, my God;
all the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood. 

See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown. 

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

 

We are a moment;  You are forever.
LORD of the ages;  God before time.
We are a vapor;  You are eternal,
Love,everlasting;  reigning on high…

Holy, Holy Lord God Almighty.
Worthy is the Lamb Who was slain.
Highest praises;  honor and glory,
Be unto Your name.
Be unto Your name.

We are the broken;  You are the Healer.
Jesus Redeemer;  mighty to save.
You are the Love song, we’ll sing forever.
Bowing before You;  blessing Your name.

Holy, Holy Lord God Almighty.
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain.
Highst praises;  honor and glory,
Be unto Your name.
Be unto Your name.

 

Before The Throne Of God Above

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea.
A great high Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there the risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
King of glory and of grace,
One in Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God!

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Sweet Will of God
(Leila N. Morris)

My stubborn will at last has yielded;
I would be thine and thine alone;
And this prayer my lips are bringing,
Lord, let in me thy will be done.

CHORUS
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer;
Til I am wholly lost in thee;
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Til I am wholly lost in thee.

I am tired of sin, footsore and weary,
The darksome path hath dreary grown,
But now a light has ris’n to cheer me;
I find in thee my Star, my Sun.

Chorus

Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
The storms have ceased, my peace a river,
My soul, a prisoned bird, set free.

Chorus

Shut in with Thee, O Lord, forever,
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What pow’r from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God’s will my home.

I would fly away, and be at rest!
(Arthur Pink, “The Rest of Christ”) 

“Come unto Me all you who labor and are heavy laden–and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

There is also a FUTURE rest beyond any that can be experienced here, though our best conceptions are most inadequate of the glory awaiting the people of God.

In Heaven, there shall be a perfect resting from all of our sins–for nothing shall ever enter there, which could either defile or disturb our peace. The Christian yearns to be done with sin forever–that there may never again be anything in his heart or life dishonoring unto the One who has redeemed him at such infinite cost. He pants for perfect conformity to the image of Christ, and for unbroken fellowship with Him.

What it will mean to be delivered from indwelling corruptions–no mortal tongue can tell. The plague of their hearts is a constant occasion of grief to the saints–as long as they are left in this wilderness of sin. It is a burden under which they groan, and from which they long to be delivered. The closer a believer’s walk with the Lord, and the more intimate his communion with Him–the more bitterly he bewails that sin within him, which is ever fighting against his endeavors after holiness. Therefore it was, that the Apostle cried out, “O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from this body of death!” (Romans 7:24) But blessed be God, we shall not carry this burden beyond the grave–the hour of death will free us from all indwelling evil.

In Heaven, there will be perpetual rest from all our afflictions. Though afflictions are needful for us in this present scene, and when sanctified to us are also profitable; nevertheless they are grievous to bear. But a day is coming when such tribulations will no longer be necessary, for all the dross shall have been purged from the gold. The storms of life will all be behind, and an unbroken calm shall be the believer’s portion forever and ever!

Where there shall be no more sin–there shall be no more sorrow! “God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes! And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain. For the old world and its evils are gone forever!” Revelation 21:4

“Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then I would fly away, and be at rest!” Psalm 55:6

 

In Christ Alone

 

 

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