Luke 1:35

• [Luk 1:35] Now Yield We Thanks And Praise

  Now yield we thanks and praise to Christ enthroned in glory, And on this day of days tell out redemption’s story, Who truly have believed that on this blessèd morn, In holiness conceived, the Son of God was born. What tribute shall we pay to Him who came in weakness, And in a manger lay to teach His people meekness? Let every house be bright; let praises never cease; With mercies infinite our Christ hath brought us peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 2:27

• [Luk 2:27] In His Temple Now Behold Him

  In His temple now behold Him, See the long expected Lord; Ancient prophets had foretold Him— God has now fulfilled His word. Now to praise Him, His redeemèd Shall break forth with one accord. In the arms of her who bore Him, Virgin pure, behold Him lie, While his agèd saints adore Him Ere in faith and hope they die. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Lo, th’incarnate God most high. Jesus, by Thy presentation, Thou, who didst for us endure, Make us see our great salvation, Seal us with Thy promise sure. And present us in Thy glory To Thy Father, cleansed and pure. Prince and Author of salvation, Be Thy boundless love our theme! Jesus, praise to Thee be given By the world Thou didst redeem. With the Father and the Spirit, Lord of majesty supreme!

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Luke 3:16

• [Luk 3:16] One Who Is All Unfit To Count

  One who is all unfit to count As scholar in Thy school, Thou of Thy love hast named a friend O kindness wonderful! So weak I am, O gracious Lord, So all unworthy Thee, That even the dust upon Thy feet Outweighs me utterly. Thou dwellest in unshadowed light, All sin and shame above That Thou shouldst bear our sin and shame, How can I tell such love? Ah, did not He the heavenly throne A little thing esteem, And not unworthy for my sake A mortal body deem? When in His flesh they drove the nails, Did He not all endure? What name is there to fit a life So patient and so pure? So, Love itself in human form, For love of me He came; I cannot look upon His face For shame, for bitter shame. If there is aught of worth in me It comes from Thee alone; Then keep me safe, for so, O Lord, Thou keepest but Thine own.

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Luke 3:22

• [Luk 3:22] Come, Gracious Spirit, Heav’nly Dove

  Come, gracious Spirit, heav’nly Dove, With light and comfort from above; Be Thou our Guardian, Thou our Guide, O’er every thought and step preside, O’er every thought and step preside. The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose Thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne’er depart, That we from God may ne’er depart. Lead us to holiness, the road Which we must take to dwell with God; Lead us to Christ, the living way, Nor let us from His pastures stray, Nor let us from His pastures stray. Lead us to God, our final rest, To be with Him forever blest; Lead us to Heav’n, its bliss to share, Fullness of joy forever there, Fullness of joy forever there.

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• [Luk 3:22] Gracious Spirit, Dove Divine

  Gracious Spirit, Dove divine, Let Thy light within me shine; All my guilty fears remove, Fill me full of Heav’n and love. Speak Thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free; Lead me to the Lamb of God, Wash me in His precious blood. Life and peace to me impart, Seal salvation in my heart; Breathe Thyself into my breast, Earnest of immortal rest. Let me never from Thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way; Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord, forever Thine. Guard me round, on every side, Save me from self righteous pride; Me with Jesu’s mind inspire, Melt me with celestial fire. Thou my dross and tin consume, Let Thy inward kingdom come; All my prayer and praise suggest, Dwell and reign within my breast.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 11:13

• [Luk 11:13] Come, Thou Holy Paraclete

  Come, Thou holy Paraclete, And from Thy celestial seat Send Thy light and brilliancy: Father of the poor, draw near; Giver of all gifts, be here; Come, the soul’s true radiancy. Come, of comforters the best, Of the soul the sweetest guest, Come in toil refreshingly: Thou in labor rest most sweet, Thou art shadow from the heat, Comfort in adversity. O Thou Light, most pure and blest, Shine within the inmost breast Of Thy faithful company. Where Thou art not, man hath naught; Every holy deed and thought Comes from Thy divinity. What is soilèd, make Thou pure; What is wounded, work its cure; What is parchèd, fructify; What is rigid, gently bend; What is frozen, warmly tend; Strengthen what goes erringly. Fill Thy faithful, who confide In Thy power to guard and guide, With Thy sevenfold mystery. Here Thy grace and virtue send: Grant salvation to the end, And in Heav’n felicity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal