Victory in Jesus

E.M. Bartlett - 1939
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I heard an old, old story,  How a  Saviour   came from Glo-ry,
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How He gave His   life  on  Calvary      To  save  a  wretch like  me;
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I   heard   about   His  groaning,  Of  His  precious blood's a- ton- ing,
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Then I  re -pent -ed  of  my sins   And      won  the  vic  -  to  -  ry.
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O vic  -  to  -  ry in Jesus,  My Saviour, for-ev-er, He sought me and  
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bought me With  His redeeming blood;  He loved me ere I knew Him
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 And all my love is due Him, He plunged me to victory,
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Be-neath the cleansing flood.

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I heard about His healing,  Of His cleasnsing pow'r re-veal-ing,
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How He made the   lame  to walk again    And caused the blind to see;
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And then  I cried, "Dear Jesus,     Come and heal my bro - ken   spi- rit,"
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And  somehow Jesus   came and brought    To me   the  vic  -  to  -  ry.

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O vic  -  to  -  ry in Jesus,  My Saviour, for-ev-er, He sought me and  
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bought me With  His redeeming blood;  He loved me ere I knew Him
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 And all my love is due Him, He plunged me to victory,
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Be-neath the cleansing flood.

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I heard about a mansion     he has built for me    in Glo-ry,
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And I heard about the   streets of gold  Be - yond the crys-tal    sea;
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A-bout the an- gels sing - ing,     And  the old  re-demp-tion   sto- ry,
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And  some sweet day   I'll sing up there The song of   vic  -  to  -  ry.

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O vic  -  to  -  ry in Jesus,  My Saviour, for-ev-er, He sought me and  
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bought me With  His redeeming blood;  He loved me ere I knew Him
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 And all my love is due Him, He plunged me to victory,
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Be-neath the cleansing flood.

Days Of Elijah

Written by Robin Mark

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These are the days of Elijah
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Declaring the Word of the Lord
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And these are the days of Your servant Moses
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Righteousness being restored
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And though these are days of great trials
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Of famine and darkness and sword
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Still we are the voice in the desert crying
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"Prepare ye the way of the Lord"

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Behold He comes riding on the clouds
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Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
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So lift your voice it's the year of Jubilee
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And out of Zion's hill salvation comes

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And these are the days of Ezekiel
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The dry bones becoming as flesh
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And these are the days of Your servant David
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Rebuilding a temple of praise
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And these are the days of the harvest
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The fields are white in the world
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And we are Your laborers in Your vineyard
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Declaring the Word of the Lord

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Behold He comes riding on the clouds
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Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
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So lift your voice it's the year of Jubilee
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And out of Zion's hill salvation comes

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There is no God like Jehova
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There is no God like Jehova
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There is no God like Jehova
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There is no God like Jehova

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There is no God like Jehova
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There is no God like Jehova
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There is no God like Jehova
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There is no God like Jehova

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Behold He comes riding on the clouds
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Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
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So lift your voice it's the year of Jubilee
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And out of Zion's hill salvation comes