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Saturday, March 14, 2015

എൻ നാഥനെ ഏറ്റുചൊൽവാൻ I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,

2. a

I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend His cause;
Maintain the honor of His Word,
The glory of His cross.

Jesus, my God! I know His name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will He put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

Firm as His throne His promise stands,
And He can well secure
What I’ve committed to His hands
Till the decisive hour.

Then will He own my worthless name
Before His Father’s face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

2 b

I heard the voice of Jesus say, Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.

I came to Jesus as I was, weary and worn and sad;
I found in Him a resting place, and He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say, Behold, I freely give
The living water; thirsty one, stoop down, and drink, and live.

I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world’s Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, and all thy day be bright.

I looked to Jesus, and I found in Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk, till traveling days are done.

I heard the voice of Jesus say, My Father’s house above
Has many mansions; I’ve a place prepared for you in love.

I trust in Jesus—in that house, according to His word,
Redeemed by grace, my soul shall live forever with the Lord.

2 c

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
[originally, For such a worm as I?]
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—
And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
’Tis all that I can do.


എൻ നാഥനെ ഏറ്റുചൊൽവാൻ ലജ്ജിക്കയില്ല ഞാൻ
തൻ ക്രൂശിൻപം വാക്തേജസ്സും ചൊല്ലി കീര്ത്തിക്കും ഞാൻ

ക്രൂശിങ്കൽ ക്രൂശിങ്കൽ സല്പ്രകാശം കണ്ടേൻ
എൻ മനോഭാരവും നീങ്ങിപ്പോയ്
വിശ്വാസത്താൽ കിട്ടി കാഴ്ചയുമപ്പോൾ
സന്തതം ഞാൻ ഭാഗ്യവാൻ തന്നെ

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നന്നായ് വിധിനാൾ വരെ താൻ ഭദ്രമായ്‌ സൂക്ഷിക്കും

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