Luke 5:20

• [Luk 5:20] The Hallowed Spot

  There is a spot to me more dear Than native vale or mountain; A spot for which affection’s tear Springs grateful from its fountain. ’Tis not where kindred souls abound, Though that is almost Heaven, But where I first my Savior found, And felt my sins forgiven. Hard was my toil to reach the shore, Long tossed upon the ocean; Above me was the thunder’s roar, Beneath, the wave’s commotion. Darkly the pall of night was thrown Around me faint with terror; In that dark hour how did my groan Ascend for years of error. Sinking and panting as for breath I knew not help was near me; I cried, “Oh, save me, Lord from death, Immortal Jesus, hear me.” Then quick as thought I felt Him mine, My Savior stood before me; I saw His brightness round me shine, And shouted “Glory, Glory.” O sacred hour! O hallowed spot! Where love divine first found me; Wherever falls my distant lot, My heart shall linger round thee. And when from earth I rise, to soar Up to my home in Heaven, Down will I cast my eyes once more, Where I was first forgiven.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 19:41

• [Luk 19:41] Did Christ O’er Sinners Weep?

  Did Christ o’er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. The Son of God in tears The wondering angels see: Be thou astonished, O my soul; He shed those tears for thee. He wept that we might weep; Each sin demands a tear; In heaven alone no sin is found, And there’s no weeping there.
  Play	source: Cyberhymnal