Luke 10:21

• [Luk 10:21] O Lord Of Heav’n And Earth And Sea

  O Lord of Heav’n and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be; How shall we show our love to Thee, Who givest all? The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruits, Thy love declare; Where harvests ripen, Thou art there, Who givest all. For peaceful homes and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, Who givest all. Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gav’st Him for a world undone, And freely, with that blessèd One, Thou givest all. Thou giv’st the Spirit’s blessèd dower, Spirit of life and love and power, And dost His sevenfold graces shower Upon us all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiv’n, For means of grace and hopes of Heav’n, Father, all praise to Thee be giv’n, Who givest all. We lose what on ourselves we spend, We have as treasure without end Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, Repaid a thousand-fold will be; Then gladly will we give to Thee Who givest all. To Thee, from Whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give: O may we ever with Thee live, Who givest all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 13:34

• [Luk 13:34] Weep Not For Him Who Onward Bears

  Weep not for Him Who onward bears His cross to Calvary; He does not ask man’s pitying tears, Who wills for man to die. The awful sorrow of His face, The bowing of His frame, Come not from torture or disgrace; He fears not cross or shame. There is a deeper pang of grief, An agony unknown, In which His love finds no relief; He bears it all alone. He thinks of all for whom His life Of lowliness and pain, And weariness and care and strife, Will be, alas, in vain. He sees the souls for whom He dies Yet clinging to their sin, And heirs of mansions in the skies Who will not enter in. Ah! this, my Savior, was the shame That bowed Thy head so low; These were the wounds that racked Thy frame, And made Thy tears to flow. O may I in Thy sorrow share, And mourn that sins of mine Should ever wound with grief or care That loving heart of Thine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal