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Search me, O God, And know my heart today; Try me, O Savior, Know my thoughts, I pray. See if there be Some wicked way in me; Cleanse me from every sin And set me free.   I praise Thee, Lord, For cleansing me from sin; Fulfill Thy Word, And make me pure within. Fill [...]

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Safely through another week God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, on th’approaching Sabbath day; Day of all the week the best, emblem of eternal rest, Day of all the week the best, emblem of eternal rest.   Mercies multiplied each hour through the week our praise demand; Guarded [...]

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Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe; Forward into battle see His banners go!   Refrain Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before.   2. At the sign of triumph Satan’s [...]

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My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.   Refrain On Christ the solid Rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand; All other ground is sinking sand.   2. When darkness seems to hide His face, [...]

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304 years ago yesterday Charles Wesley was born in England.  He wrote:             Hark! The herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!” Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With th’angelic host proclaim, “Christ is born inBethlehem!” Refrain Hark! the [...]

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In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me, Lest by base denial I depart from Thee. When Thou seest me waver, with a look recall, Nor for fear or favor suffer me to fall. With forbidden pleasures would this vain world charm, Or its sordid treasures spread to work me harm, Bring to my [...]

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From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; ’Tis found beneath the mercy seat. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads; A place than all besides more sweet; It is the blood bought mercy seat. There is [...]

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As so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.             – John Bunyan, Pilgrim’s Progress, Apology for his Book   Dark as pitch.             – John Bunyan, Pilgrim’s Progress, pt. I   The name of the Sloughwas Despond.             – John Bunyan, [...]

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Christians, awake, salute the happy morn Whereon the Savior of the world was born. Rise to adore the mystery of love Which hosts of angels chanted from above, With them the joyful tidings first begun Of God incarnate and the virgin’s Son. Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, Who heard th’angelic herald’s voice, [...]

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O Thou, the contrite sinner’s Friend, Who loving, lov’st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me. When weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, Then, Savior, plead for me. When I have erred and gone astray, [...]

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