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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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 12:37

• [Luk 12:37] How Are Thy Servants Blest, O Lord!

  How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defense! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to her, Nor impotent to save. The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will, The sea, that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still. From all our griefs and fears, O Lord, Thy mercy sets us free; While in the confidence of prayer Our hearts take hold on Thee. In midst of dangers, fears and death, Thy goodness we adore; We praise Thee for Thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more Our life, while Thou preservest life, A sacrifice shall be; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 12:37] Ye Servants Of The Lord

  Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly Word, And watchful at His gate. Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame, Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. Watch: ’tis your Lord’s command, And while we speak He’s near; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall His Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. Christ shall the banquet spread With His own royal hand, And raise that faithful servant’s head Amid the angelic band.

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  source: Cyberhymnal