Jesus also, that He might sanctify the people with His own blood, suffered without the gate. (Heb. 13:12)
The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin. (1 John 1:7)
Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins were on Thee laid; By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made; All Thy people are forgiven Through the virtue of Thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven; Peace is made for us with God.
Refrain thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears: for thy work shall be rewarded, saith the Lord. (Jer. 31:16)
Well done, thou good and faithful servant. … Enter thou into the joy of thy lord. (Matt. 25:21)
Then shall I know Thy guidance Through life’s bewildering maze; Then shall I know Thy purpose Of dark and suffering days; And then shall I adore Thee, With all the saints above, And praise Thee, blessed Jesus, Thou God of changeless love.
Fear ye not the reproach of men, neither be ye afraid of their revilings. (Isa. 51:7)
Be strong, and of good courage; dread not, nor be dismayed. (1 Chron. 22:13)
The night following the Lord stood by him, and said, Be of good cheer, Paul. (Acts 23:11)
No, let the world cast out our name, And vile account us if it will; If to confess our Lord be shame, Oh, then would we be viler still; For Thee, O Lord, we all resign, Content that Thou dost call us Thine.
A Man shall be as a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land. (Isa. 32:2)
Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in Thy word. (Psa. 119:114)
Rock of my heart and my fortress tower, Dear are Thy thoughts to me; Like the unfolding of some fair flower, Opening silently; And on the edge of these Thy ways, Standing in awe as heretofore, Thee do I worship; Thee do I praise And adore.
He hath sent Me to heal the broken-hearted. (Luke 4:18)
There was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. … And … the Lord … had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not. And He came and touched the bier … and He said, Young man, I say unto thee, Arise. And he that was dead sat up, and began to speak. And He delivered him to his mother. (Luke 7:12‑15)
Jesus, our all in all Thou art, Our rest in toil, our ease in pain, The medicine of a broken heart, Mid storms, our peace; in loss, our gain.
And God has fixed the happy day When the last tear shall dim our eyes; When he will wipe these tears away, And fill our hearts with glad surprise.