Jesus / Nära korset

 

Nära korset:

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain,
Free to all, a healing stream,
Flows from Calvary’s mountain.

Refrain:
In the cross, in the cross
Be my glory ever,
Till my ransomed soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.

Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning Star
Shed its beams around me.

Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadow o’er me.

Near the cross I’ll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.

/Fanny Crosby

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Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore;
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing, And triumph evermore:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, Rejoice!

Jesus, the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains, He took His seat above:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, Rejoice!

His kingdom cannot fail; He rules o’er earth and heav’n;
The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus giv’n:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, Rejoice!

He all His foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy;
Our songs of praise shall swell With everlasting joy.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, Rejoice!

Rejoice in glorious hope! Our Lord the Judge shall come,
And take His servants up To their eternal home.
We soon shall hear th’archangel’s voice;
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

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Here from the World We Turn
Author:  Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915

Here from the world we turn, Jesus to seek;
Here may His loving voice Tenderly speak.
Jesus, our dearest Friend,
While at Thy feet we bend,
O let Thy smile descend!
’Tis Thee we seek.

Come, Holy Comforter, Presence divine,
Now in our longing hearts Graciously shine;
O for Thy mighty power!
O for a blessed shower,
Filling this hallowed hour
With joy divine!

Saviour, Thy work revive, Here may we see
Those who are dead in sin Quickened by Thee.
Come to our hearts’ delight,
Make ev’ry burden light,
Cheer Thou our waiting sight;
We long for Thee.

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