AM SERVICE

1 My Faith Has Found a Resting Place

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My faith has found a resting place, not in device nor creed;

I trust the Ever-living One, His wounds for me shall plead.

I need no other argument, I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died, and that He died for me.

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Enough for me that Jesus saves, this ends my fear and doubt;

A sinful soul I come to Him, He’ll never cast me out.

I need no other argument, I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died, and that He died for me.

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My heart is leaning on the Word, the written Word of God,

Salvation by my Saviour’s name, salvation through His blood.

I need no other argument, I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died, and that He died for me.

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My great Physician heals the sick, the lost He came to save;

For me His precious blood He shed, for me His life He gave.

I need no other argument, I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died, and that He died for me.

 

671 Rescue the Perishing

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Rescue the perishing, care for the dying, snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;

Weep o’er the erring one, lift up the fallen, tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

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Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting, waiting the penitent child to receive;

Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently, He will forgive if they only believe.

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

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Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter, feelings lie buried that grace can restore;

Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness, chords that are broken will vibrate once more.

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

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Rescue the perishing, duty demands it; strength for thy labor the Lord will provide.

Back to the narrow way patiently win them; tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died.

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

 

13 Crown Him with Many Crowns

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Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne;

Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own!

Awake, my soul and sing of Him who died for thee,

And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

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Crown Him the Son of God before the worlds began,

And ye, who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of man,

Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,

And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

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Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed o’er the grave,

Who rose victorious to the strife for those He came to save.

His glories now we sing who died, and rose on high,

Who died, eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

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Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways

From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise!

His reign shall know no end, and round His pierced feet

Fair flowers of Paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

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Crown Him the Lord of love! Behold His hands and side,

Rich wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.

All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me:

Thy praise shall never, never fail throughout eternity.

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Crown Him the Lord of heaven: one with the Father known,

One with the Spirit through Him given from yonder glorious throne.

To Thee be endless praise, for Thou for us hast died;

Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days adored and magnified.

 

546 Turn Your Eyes upon Jesus

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O soul, are you weary and troubled? No light in the darkness you see?

There’s light for a look at the Saviour, and life more abundant and free!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face;

And the things of earth will grow strangely dim

In the light of His glory and grace.

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Through death into life everlasting He passed, and we follow Him there;

Over us sin no more hath dominion – for more than conquerors we are!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face;

And the things of earth will grow strangely dim

In the light of His glory and grace.

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His word shall not fail you – He promised, believe Him and all will be well:

Then go to a world that is dying, His perfect salvation to tell!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face;

And the things of earth will grow strangely dim

In the light of His glory and grace.

 

515 Near the Cross

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Jesus, keep me near the cross, there a precious fountain

Free to all – a healing stream, flows from Calvary’s mountain.

In the cross, in the cross, be my glory ever;

Till my raptured soul shall find rest beyond the river.

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Near the cross, a trembling soul, love and mercy found me;

There the Bright and Morning Star sheds its beams around me.

In the cross, in the cross, be my glory ever;

Till my raptured soul shall find rest beyond the river.

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Near the cross! O Lamb of God, bring its scenes before me;

Help me walk from day to day, with its shadows o’er me.

In the cross, in the cross, be my glory ever;

Till my raptured soul shall find rest beyond the river.

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Near the cross I’ll watch and wait, hoping, trusting, ever,

Till I reach the golden strand, just beyond the river.

In the cross, in the cross, be my glory ever;

Till my raptured soul shall find rest beyond the river.