Luke 1:31

• [Luk 1:31] God Whom Earth, And Sea, And Sky, The

  The God Whom earth, and sea, and sky, Adore, and laud, and magnify, Who o’er their threefold fabric reigns, The virgin’s spotless womb contains. The God Whose will by moon and sun And all things in due course is done, Is borne upon a maiden’s breast, By fullest heavenly grace possest. How blest the mother, in whose shrine The great Artificer Divine, Whose hand contains the earth and sky, Vouchsafed, as in His ark, to lie! Blest, in the message Gabriel brought; Blest, by the work the Spirit wrought: From whom the Great Desire of earth Took human flesh and human birth. All honor, laud, and glory be, O Jesu, virgin-born, to Thee! All glory, as is ever meet, To Father and to Paraclete.

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• [Luk 1:31] Hail, O Star That Pointest

  Hail, O star that pointest Towards the port of Heaven, Thou to whom as maiden God for Son was given. When the salutation Gabriel had spoken, Peace was shed upon us, Eva’s bonds were broken. Bound by Satan’s fetters, Health and vision needing, God will aid and light us At thy gentle pleading. Jesu’s tender mother, Make thy supplication Unto Him Who chose thee At His incarnation; That, O matchless maiden, Passing meek and lowly, Thy dear Son may make us Blameless, chaste and holy. So, as now we journey Aid our weak endeavor, Till we gaze on Jesus, And rejoice forever. Father, Son and Spirit, Three in One confessing, Give we equal glory, Equal praise and blessing.

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Luke 2:40

• [Luk 2:40] By Cool Siloam’s Shady Rill

  By cool Siloam’s shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon’s dewy rose! Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. By cool Siloam’s shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man’s maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power And stormy passion’s rage. O Thou Whose infant feet were found Within Thy Father’s shrine, Whose years with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine. Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death To keep us still Thine own.

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• [Luk 2:40] Jesus Was A Child Like Me

  Once Jesus was a child like me, But O, so kind and true; His ever watchful eye can see The very things I do. Refrain Yes, Jesus was a child like me, But O, so pure and true; My blessèd Savior He will be, If I but love Him, too. He played upon the village street, In such a pleasant way; And ran with glad and willing feet, His parents to obey. Refrain I want to be His little child, And more like Him to grow; And ever truthful, good and mild, Because He loves me so. Refrain And now to Jesus I will pray, To pardon me from sin; And if I serve Him every day, His blessing I shall win. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:40] What Wisdom, Majesty And Grace

  What wisdom, majesty and grace Through all the Gospel shine! ’Tis God that speaks, and we confess The doctrine most divine. Down from His starry throne on high, Th’almighty Savior comes; Lays His bright robes of glory by, And feeble flesh assumes. The mighty debt that sinners owed, Upon the cross He pays; Then through the clouds ascends to God, ’Midst shouts of loftiest praise. There He, our great High Priest, appears, Before His Father’s throne; Mingles His merits with our tears, And pours salvation down.

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Luke 9:57

• [Luk 9:57] Jesus I Will Never Leave

  Jesus I will never leave, Who for me Himself hath given; Firmly unto Him I’ll cleave Nor from Him be ever driven. Life from Him doth light receive, Jesus I will never leave. Jesus I will never leave While on earth I am abiding; That I have to Him I give, All my cares in Him confiding. Naught shall me of Him bereave, Jesus I will never leave. Though my sight shall pass away, Hearing, taste, and feeling fail me; Though my life’s last light of day Shall o’ertake and sore assail me; When His summons I receive, Jesus I will never leave. Nor will I my Jesus leave When at last I shall come thither Where His saints He will receive, Where in bliss they live together. Endless joy to me He’ll give, Jesus I will never leave. Not for earth’s vain joys I crave Nor, without him, Heaven’s pleasure; Jesus, who my soul did save, Evermore shall be my Treasure. He redemption did achieve, Jesus I will never leave.

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• [Luk 9:57] We Will Follow Thee

  Savior, where Thou leadest, We will follow Thee; Where Thy lambs Thou feedest, We will follow Thee; By Thy loving smile attended, By Thy gentle hand defended, Till this mortal life is ended, We will follow Thee. In our childhood’s morning, We will follow Thee; We have heard Thy warning, We will follow Thee; If our feet are sometimes weary, And the way seems long and dreary, Thou wilt speak and we will hear Thee, We will follow Thee. In our joy and gladness, We will follow Thee; In our times of sadness, We will follow Thee; Thou wilt give us, without measure, Richest blessings, purest pleasure, And in Heav’n, a priceless treasure. We will follow Thee.

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Luke 23:43

• [Luk 23:43] Dying Robber Raised His Aching Brow, The

  The dying robber raised his aching brow To claim the dying Lord for company; And heard, in answer to his trembling bow, The promise of the King: Thou—even thou— Today shalt be in Paradise with me. We, too, the measure of our guilt confess, Knowing Thy mercy, Lord, our only plea; That we, like him, through judgment and distress, For all the weight of our unworthiness May win our way to Paradise with Thee. But so bewildered is our failing heart, So dim the luster of Thy royalty, We hardly know Thee, Lord, for what Thou art, Till we begin to take the better part And lose ourselves in Paradise with Thee. Then lift our eyes, dear Lord, from this poor dross, To see Thee reigning in humility, The King of love; that, wresting gain from loss, We, too, may climb the ladder of the cross, To find our home in Paradise with Thee.

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• [Luk 23:43] Father Of Spirits, Whose Divine Control

  Father of spirits, whose divine control Doth bind the soul and body into one; Thou wilt restore this body now undone; For once it was the mansion of a soul, Where dwelt the glowing wisdom of Thy Son. Thou, Maker of the body, dost ordain That this Thine image, molded by Thy will, Our every hope in glory shall fulfill; So, till the body Thou dost build again, Thou wilt preserve the spirit freed from ill. In that blest region shall this spirit dwell Where flowers undying bloom on every side: For lo, we trust Thy Word, O Crucified, When in Thy triumph over death and hell, The thief forgiven took Thee for his Guide. Our brother goeth by the shining way, That ever to the faithful open lies: Lord, train Thy servant now in Paradise, And bless him in his fatherland, we pray, Till Thou shalt bid his body to arise. Our sister goeth by the shining way, That ever to the faithful open lies: Lord, train Thy servant now in Paradise, And bless her in her fatherland, we pray, Till Thou shalt bid her body to arise.

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• [Luk 23:43] Hand That Was Nailed To The Cross, The

  The hand that was nailed to the cross of woe, In love reaches out to the world below; ’Tis beckoning now to the souls that roam, And pointing the way to the heav’nly home. Refrain The hand of my Savior I see, The hand that was wounded for me; ’Twill lead me in love to the mansions above, The hand that was wounded for me! E’en now I can see, through a mist of tears, That hand still outstretched o’er the gulf of years, With healing and hope for my sin sick soul, One touch of its finger will make me whole! Refrain The hand that wrought wonders in days of old, Holds treasure more precious than gems or gold, The price of redemption from sin and shame, The gift of salvation through Jesus’ Name. Refrain

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• [Luk 23:43] It Is Finished! Blessed Jesus

  It is finished! Blessèd Jesus, Thou hast breathed Thy latest sigh, Teaching us the sons of Adam How the Son of God can die. Lifeless lies the broken body, Hidden in its rocky bed, Laid aside like folded garment: Where is now the Spirit fled? In the gloomy realms of darkness Shines a light unknown before, For the Lord of dead and living Enters at the open door. See! He comes, a willing Victim, Unresisting hither led; Passing from the cross of sorrow To the mansions of the dead. Lo! the heavenly light around Him Ad He draws His people near; All amazed they stand rejoicing At the gracious words they hear. For Himself proclaims the story Of His own incarnate life, And the death He died to save us, Victor in that awful strife. Patriarch and priest and prophet Gather round Him as He stands, In adoring faith and gladness, Hearing of the piercèd hands. Oh, the bliss to which He calls them, Ransomed by His precious blood, From the gloomy realms of darkness To the paradise of God! There in lowliest joy and wonder Stands the robber at His side, Reaping now the blessèd promise Spoken by the Crucified. Jesus, Lord of dead and living, Let Thy mercy rest on me; Grant me, too, when life is finished, Rest in paradise with Thee.

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• [Luk 23:43] Saints Of God! Their Conflict Past, The

  The saints of God! their conflict past, And life’s long battle won at last, No more they need the shield or sword, They cast them down before their Lord: O happy saints! forever blest, At Jesus feet’ how safe your rest! The saints of God! their wand’rings done, No more their weary course they run, No more they faint, no more they fall, No foes oppress, no fears appall: O happy saints! forever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest! The saints of God! life’s voyage o’er, Safe landed on that blissful shore, No stormy tempests now they dread, No roaring billows lift their head: O happy saints! forever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! The saints of God their vigil keep, While yet their mortal bodies sleep, Till from the dust they too shall rise And soar triumphant to the skies: O happy saints! rejoice and sing: He quickly comes, your Lord and King! O God of saints! to Thee we cry; O Savior! plead for us on high; O Holy Ghost! our Guide and Friend, Grant us Thy grace till life shall end; That with all the saints our rest may be In that bright paradise with Thee!

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