Luke 6:38

• [Luk 6:38] Awake, Awake To Love And Work

  Awake, awake to love and work! The lark is in the sky; The fields are wet with diamond dew; The worlds awake to cry Their blessings on the Lord of life, As He goes meekly by. Come, let thy voice be one with theirs, Shout with their shout of praise; See how the giant sun soars up, Great lord of years and days! So let the love of Jesus come And set thy soul ablaze. To give and give, and give again, What God hath given thee; To spend thyself nor count the cost; To serve right gloriously The God Who gave all worlds that are, And all that are to be.

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• [Luk 6:38] God Opens Wide His Hand

  God opens wide His hand, In this our native land, Year after year. From His abundant store He giveth evermore, “Pressed down and running o’er,” Our hearts to cheer. What though the earth may quake, And hills, and mountains shake, He lives and reigns. The oceans ebb and flow, The seasons come and go, His Word no change can know, His truth remains. That spring-time “shall not cease,” And summer yield increase, Whilst autumn brings From fields the golden grain, From orchards fruits again, Our frail lives to sustain, God’s choicest things. To Him who governs all, And notes a “sparrow’s fall,” All nations’ King, We will from shore to shore, Our loving Lord adore, Till “time shall be no more,” His praises sing.

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Luke 8:8

• [Luk 8:8] Almighty Father, Bless The Word

  Almighty Father, bless the Word, Which through Thy grace we now have heard. O may the precious seed take root, Spring up, and bear abundant fruit. We praise Thee for the means of grace, As in our lives Thy love we trace. Grant, Lord, that we who worship here May all, at last, in Heaven appear.
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• [Luk 8:8] Lord, If At Thy Command

  Lord, if at Thy command The word of life we sow, Watered by Thy almighty hand, The seed shall surely grow. The virtue of Thy grace A large increase shall give, And multiply the faithful race Who to Thy glory live. Now then the ceaseless shower Of Gospel blessings send, And let the soul converting power Thy ministers attend. On multitudes confer The heart renewing love, And by the joy of grace prepare For fuller joys above.

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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