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ROMANS IV. 16, &c.
Father of Jesus Christ,—my Lord,
My Saviour, and my Head,—
I trust in Thee, whose powerful word
Hath raised Him from the dead.
My Saviour, and my Head,—
I trust in Thee, whose powerful word
Hath raised Him from the dead.
Thou know'st for my offence He died,
And rose again for me,
Fully and freely justified
That I might live to Thee.
And rose again for me,
Fully and freely justified
That I might live to Thee.
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Eternal life to all mankind
Thou hast in Jesus given;
And all who seek in Him shall find
The happiness of heaven.
Thou hast in Jesus given;
And all who seek in Him shall find
The happiness of heaven.
All nations of the earth are blest
In Him, who would restore
And take them all into His rest,
And bid them sin no more.
In Him, who would restore
And take them all into His rest,
And bid them sin no more.
O God, Thy record I receive,
In Abraham's footsteps tread,
And wait, expecting to receive
The Christ, the promised Seed.
In Abraham's footsteps tread,
And wait, expecting to receive
The Christ, the promised Seed.
The word is now gone forth from Thee,
It must, it must be done;
My Jesus shall be form'd in me,
And I shall have a Son.
It must, it must be done;
My Jesus shall be form'd in me,
And I shall have a Son.
Faith in Thy power Thou seest I have,
For Thou this faith hast wrought;
Dead souls Thou callest from their grave,
And speakest worlds from nought.
For Thou this faith hast wrought;
Dead souls Thou callest from their grave,
And speakest worlds from nought.
Things that are not, as though they were,
Thou callest by their name;
Present with Thee the future are,
With Thee the great I AM.
Thou callest by their name;
Present with Thee the future are,
With Thee the great I AM.
In hope, against all human hope,
Self-desperate, I believe;
Thy quickening word shall raise me up,
Thou shalt Thy Spirit give.
Self-desperate, I believe;
Thy quickening word shall raise me up,
Thou shalt Thy Spirit give.
According to Thy faithful word
It shall to me be done;
And I shall soon receive my Lord,
And I shall have a Son.
It shall to me be done;
And I shall soon receive my Lord,
And I shall have a Son.
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Regardless now of flesh and blood,
Of my forlorn estate,
I own my soul is dead to God,
Yet for the word I wait.
Of my forlorn estate,
I own my soul is dead to God,
Yet for the word I wait.
I count not now the tedious years
I have been dead in sin,
But calmly wait till Christ appears,
Till Jesus lives within.
I have been dead in sin,
But calmly wait till Christ appears,
Till Jesus lives within.
The thing surpasses all my thought;
But faithful is my Lord,
Through unbelief I stagger not,
For God hath spoke the word.
But faithful is my Lord,
Through unbelief I stagger not,
For God hath spoke the word.
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees,
And looks to that alone,
Laughs at impossibilities,
And cries, It shall be done.
And looks to that alone,
Laughs at impossibilities,
And cries, It shall be done.
To Thee the glory of Thy power
And faithfulness I give;
I shall in Christ, at that glad hour,
And Christ in me shall live.
And faithfulness I give;
I shall in Christ, at that glad hour,
And Christ in me shall live.
Before Thee I my heart persuade,
I know that Thou art true,
Fully assured what Thou hast said
Thou able art to do.
I know that Thou art true,
Fully assured what Thou hast said
Thou able art to do.
Thy truth, and power, and love I plead,
On this I rest secure;
To all of faithful Abraham's seed
The gracious word is sure.
On this I rest secure;
To all of faithful Abraham's seed
The gracious word is sure.
Thy Son Thou hast on all bestow'd,
That all who Him receive
Might die to sin, and live to God,
To God alone might live.
That all who Him receive
Might die to sin, and live to God,
To God alone might live.
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I, even I, believe in Him,
Him with my mouth confess;
And faith I know in Thy esteem
Is counted righteousness.
Him with my mouth confess;
And faith I know in Thy esteem
Is counted righteousness.
Obedient faith, that waits on Thee,
Thou never wilt reprove;
But thou wilt form Thy Son in me,
And perfect me in love.
Thou never wilt reprove;
But thou wilt form Thy Son in me,
And perfect me in love.
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