Luke 7 
[Luk 7:6] I Am Not Worthy, Holy Lord
I am not worthy, holy Lord,
That Thou shouldst come to me;
Speak but the word; one gracious word
Can set the sinner free.I am not worthy; cold and bare
The lodging of my soul;
How canst Thou deign to enter there?
Lord, speak, and make me whole.I am not worthy; yet, my God,
How can I say Thee nay;
Thee, who didst give Thy flesh and blood
My ransom price to pay?O come! in this sweet morning hour
Feed me with food divine;
And fill with all Thy love and power
This worthless heart of mine.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Luk 7:6] Savior, And Can It Be
Savior, and can it be
That Thou should’st dwell with me?
From Thy high and lofty throne,
Throne of everlasting bliss,
Will Thy majesty stoop down
To so mean a house as this?I am not worthy, Lord,
So foul, so self-abhorred,
Thee, my God, to entertain
In this poor polluted heart:
I am a frail sinful man!
All my nature cries, Depart!Yet come, Thou heav’nly Guest,
And purify my breast;
Come, Thou great and glorious King,
While before Thy cross I bow;
With Thyself salvation bring,
Cleanse the house by entering now.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Luk 7:34] Friend Of Sinners, Lord Of Glory
Friend of sinners, Lord of glory,
Lowly, mighty, Brother, King!
Musing o’er Thy wondrous story,
Grateful we Thy praises sing:
Friend to help us, cheer us, save us,
In Whom pow’r and pity blend—
Praise we must the grace which gave us
Jesus Christ, the sinners’ Friend.Friend Who never fails nor grieves us,
Faithful, tender, constant, kind;
Friend Who at all times receives us,
Friend Who came the lost to find.
Sorrow soothing, joys enhancing,
Loving until life shall end;
Then conferring bliss entrancing,
Still, in heaven, the sinners’ Friend.O to love and serve Thee better!
From all evil set us free;
Break, Lord, every sinful fetter;
Be each thought conformed to Thee:
Looking for Thy bright appearing,
May our spirits upward tend;
Till no longer doubting, fearing,
We behold the sinners’ Friend.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Luk 7:34] He Wants A Poor Sinner Like Me
I have heard a most wonderful story
Of the Son of the Highest in glory,
How my heart He doth seek, though so sinful, so weak,
He wants a poor sinner like me.Refrain
He wants a poor sinner like me,
Oh, wonderful love, can it be!
Christ shed His own blood to redeem me,
He wants a poor sinner like me.When I see Him beneath the cross bending,
When I hear the sharp nails His flesh rending,
When I see His blood flow,
Jesus loves me I know,
He wants a poor sinner like me.Refrain
Yes, He wants all the sinful, the grieving,
His dear arms are held out for receiving.
I no longer will stay from this Savior away,
He wants a poor sinner like me.Refrain
Yes, He wants by His hand now to hold me,
And with His mighty love to enfold me;
Yes, He wants me to stay in His presence alway,
He wants a poor sinner like me.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Luk 7:34] Jesus! What A Friend For Sinners
Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.Refrain
Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.Refrain
Jesus! what a Help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my Comfort, helps my soul.Refrain
Jesus! what a Guide and Keeper!
While the tempest still is high,
Storms about me, night overtakes me,
He, my Pilot, hears my cry.Refrain
Jesus! I do now receive Him,
[or Jesus! I do now adore Him,]
More than all in Him I find.
He hath granted me forgiveness,
I am His, and He is mine.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Luk 7:38] Drop, Drop, Slow Tears
Drop, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feet,
Which brought from Heav’n
The news and Prince of Peace.Cease not, wet tears,
His mercies to entreat;
To cry for vengeance:
Sin doth never cease.In your deep floods
Drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let His eye see
Sin, but through my tears.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Luk 7:38] Oh, To Be Nearer
Oh, to be nearer, nearer,
The feet of my Lord and King!
Oh, to enjoy His presence,
And only His love to sing!Refrain
Only His love, only His love,
Ever my song shall be:
His wonderful love, preparing above
A robe and a crown for me.Oh, to be nearer, nearer
Communing with Him in prayer!
Oh, to be stronger, stronger,
My burden of toil to bear!Refrain
Oh, to be nearer, nearer
My Refuge, my Hope, my All!
Oh, to be always ready
To answer my Savior’s call!Refrain
Oh, for a faith still brighter,
And clearer from day to day!
Oh, to be more like Jesus,
In all that I do and say!Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Luk 7:47] Hail! My Ever Blessèd Jesus
Hail! my ever blessèd Jesus,
Only Thee I wish to sing;
To my soul Thy Name is precious,
Thou my Prophet, Priest and King.O what mercy flows from Heaven!
O what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I’m much forgiven
I’m a miracle of grace.Once with Adam’s race in ruin,
Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Savior passed that way.Witness, all ye hosts of Heaven,
My Redeemer’s tenderness;
Love I much? I’m much forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.Shout, ye bright angelic choir,
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
Whilst astonished I admire
God’s free grace and boundless love.That blest moment I received Him,
Filled my soul with joy and peace;
Love I much? I’m much forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.source: Cyberhymnal - [Luk 7:48] Sinner Forgiven, A
To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair;
She heard in the city that Jesus was there;
Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board,
She silently knelt at the feet of the Lord,
She silently knelt at the feet of the Lord.The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all,
That one so unhallowed should tread in that hall;
And some said the poor would be objects more meet,
As the wealth of her perfume she shower’d on His feet,
As the wealth of her perfume she shower’d on His feet.She heard but the Savior; she spoke but with sighs;
She dared not look up to the heaven of His eyes;
And hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast,
As her lips to His sandals were throbbingly pressed;
As her lips to His sandals were throbbingly pressed.In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow,
In glance of the sunshine, as melteth the snow,
He looked on that lost one: “her sins were forgiv’n,”
And the sinner went forth in the beauty of Heav’n;
And the sinner went forth in the beauty of Heav’n.Play source: Cyberhymnal
