Luke 1:38

• [Luk 1:38] From East West, From Shore To Shore

  From east to west, from shore to shore, Let every heart awake and sing The holy Child Whom Mary bore, The Christ, the everlasting King. Behold, the world’s Creator wears The form and fashion of a slave; Our very flesh our Maker shares, His fallen creature, man, to save. For this how wondrously He wrought! A maiden, in her lowly place, Became, in ways beyond all thought, The chosen vessel of His grace. She bowed her to the angel’s word Declaring what the Father willed, And suddenly the promised Lord That pure and hallowed temple filled. He shrank not from the oxen’s stall, He lay within the manger bed, And He whose bounty feedeth all At Mary’s breast Himself was fed. And while the angels in the sky Sang praise above the silent field, To shepherds poor the Lord Most High, The one great Shepherd, was revealed. All glory for this blessèd morn To God the Father ever be; All praise to Thee, O virgin born, All praise, O Holy Ghost, to Thee.

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Luke 2:35

• [Luk 2:35] At The Cross, Her Station Keeping

  At the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. Oh, how sad and sore distressèd Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever glorious Son. Who, on Christ’s dear mother gazing Pierced by anguish so amazing Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christ’s dear mother thinking Such a cup of sorrow drinking Would not share her sorrows deep? For His people’s sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His Spirit He resigned. Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind, That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find.

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• [Luk 2:35] Near The Cross, Her Vigil Keeping

  Near the cross, her vigil keeping, Stood the mother, worn with weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; Through her soul, in anguish groaning, Bowed in sorrow, sighing, moaning, Passed the sharp and piercing sword. O the weight of her affliction! Hers, who won God’s benediction, Hers, who bore God’s Holy One: O that speechless, ceaseless yearning! O those dim eyes never turning From her wondrous, suffering Son! Who upon that mother gazing, In her trouble so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who of Christ’s dear mother thinking, While her Son that cup is drinking, Would not share her sorrow deep? For His people’s sin chastisèd She beheld her Son despisèd, Bound and bleeding ’neath the rod; Saw the Lord’s Anointed taken, Dying desolate, forsaken, Heard Him yield His soul to God. Near Thy cross, O Christ, abiding, Grief and love my heart dividing, I with her would take my place; By Thy guardian cross uphold me, In Thy dying, Christ, enfold me With the deathless arms of grace.

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• [Luk 2:35] Near The Cross Was Mary Weeping

  Near the cross was Mary weeping, There her mournful station keeping, Gazing on her dying Son; There in speechless anguish groaning, Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, Through her soul the sword had gone. When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us, He His love and power displayed: By His stripes He wrought our healing, By His death, our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. Jesus, may Thy love constrain us, That from sin we may refrain us, In Thy griefs may deeply grieve; Thee our best affections giving, To Thy glory ever living, May we in Thy glory live.

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Luke 8:52

• [Luk 8:52] Beloved, Sleep

  Belovèd, sleep, Thy conflicts now are past, Life’s battle fought, thy bliss begun, And thou art crowned at last. Rest, sweetly rest, Thy tears are wiped away, Thy sighing hushed, thy song begun, And thine eternal day. Sweet, dreamless sleep, The Master said, “Well done!” Thy weary head, upon His breast, Reclined at set of sun. We wait in hope Till Jesus comes again; We’ll meet thee then, to part to no more, Beyond the reach of pain. Belovèd, sleep.

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• [Luk 8:52] Christian’s “good Night”, The

  Sleep on, belovèd, sleep, and take thy rest; Lay down thy head upon the Savior’s breast; We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best— Good night! Good night! Good night! Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep; But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep; Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until the shadows from this earth are cast, Until He gathers in His sheaves at last; Until the twilight gloom be over past— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until the Easter glory lights the skies, Until the dead in Jesus shall arise, And He shall come, but not in lowly guise— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until, made beautiful by love divine, Thou, in the likeness of thy Lord shalt shine, And He shall bring that golden crown of thine— Good night! Good night! Good night! Only “Good night,” belovèd—not “farewell!” A little while, and all His saints shall dwell In hallowed unison indivisible— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until we meet again before His throne, Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own, Until we know even as we are known— Good night! Good night! Good night!

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• [Luk 8:52] Silently The Shades Of Evening

  Silently the shades of evening Gather round my lowly door; Silently they bring before me Faces I shall see no more. O the lost, the unforgotten, Though the world be oft forgot! O the shrouded and the lonely, In our hearts they perish not! Living in the silent hours, Where our spirits only blend, They, unlinked with earthly trouble, We, still hoping for its end. How such holy memories cluster, Like the stars when storms are past, Pointing up to that fair heaven, We may hope to gain at last.

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• [Luk 8:52] Unveil Thy Bosom, Faithful Tomb

  Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust; And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust. Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invades thy bounds, no mortal woes, Can reach the lovely sleeper here, And angels watch her soft repose; Can reach the lovely sleeper here, And angels watch her soft repose. So Jesus slept; God’s dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed: Rest here, fair saint, till from His throne The morning break and pierce the shade; Rest here, fair saint, till from His throne The morning break and pierce the shade. Break from His throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth! His sovereign Word: Restore thy trust: a glorious form She must ascend to meet her Lord; Restore thy trust: a glorious form She must ascend to meet her Lord!

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• [Luk 8:52] We Cannot Think Of Them As Dead

  We cannot think of them as dead Who walk with us no more; Along the path of life we tread— They have but gone before. The Father’s house is mansioned fair Beyond our vision dim; All souls are His, and here or there Are living unto Him. But still their silent ministries Within our hearts have place, As when on earth they walked with us And met us face to face. Ours are they by an ownership Nor time nor death can free; For God hath given love to keep Its own eternally.

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• [Luk 8:52] Why Do We Mourn Departing Friends?

  Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death’s alarms? ’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to His arms. Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow To keep us from our love. Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. The graves of all His saints He blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head? Thence He arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, At the great rising day. Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground; Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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Luke 12:7

• [Luk 12:7] God Sees The Little Sparrow Fall

  God sees the little sparrow fall, It meets His tender view; If God so loves the little birds, I know He loves me, too. Refrain He loves me, too, He loves me, too, I know He loves me, too; Because He loves the little things, I know He loves me, too. He paints the lily of the field, Perfumes each lily bell; If He so loves the little flow’rs, I know He loves me well. Refrain God made the little birds and flow’rs, And all things large and small; He’ll not forget his little ones, I know He loves them all. Refrain

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Luke 15:21

• [Luk 15:21] O Great God Of Nations

  O great God of nations, revive us, we pray, Raise prodigal hearts to contrition today; In pride have we turned from Your life giving Word, Embracing the darkness while truth goes unheard. Create deep within us a clean heart today, Renew a right spirit, and teach us to say: Awaken, my soul, and send anthems above, To Him Who is yearning to bless you in love. Forsake not Your people though far we do roam, As hedonists, spendthrifts, abandoning home; But finally, throwing our folly aside, We see You are waiting with arms open wide. We plead Your forgiveness, our Father, we pray, O heal prideful blindness and teach us to say: How mighty the love that can conquer our sin, And open the door to the banquet within. In faith and in gratitude, then, must we share The good news of Jesus with lands everywhere, With peoples still groping and stumbling in night; For them You command us to send out the light. To shout from the rooftops, proclaim o’er the wave, That Christ has redeemed from the depths of the grave: Pour out, then, Your Spirit, afresh in this hour, Enable our tongues to speak out with Your power.

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Luke 23:46

• [Luk 23:46] And Now, Beloved Lord, Thy Soul Resigning

  And now, belovèd Lord, Thy Soul resigning, Into Thy Father’s arms with conscious will, Calmly, with reverend grace, Thy head inclining, The throbbing brow and laboring breast grow still. Freely Thy life Thou yieldest, meekly bending E’en to the last beneath our sorrows’ load, Yet strong in death, in perfect peace commending, Thy Spirit to Thy Father and Thy God. My Savior, in mine hour of mortal anguish, When earth grows dim, and round me falls the night, O breathe Thy peace, as flesh and spirit languish, At that dread eventide let there be light. To Thy dear cross turn Thou my eyes in dying; Lay but my fainting head upon Thy breast; Those outstretched arms receive my latest sighing; And then, oh! then, Thine everlasting rest. O love! o’er mortal agony victorious, Now is Thy triumph! now that cross shall shine To earth’s remotest age revered and glorious, Of suffering’s deepest mystery the sign. The present, past and future here are blending, Moment supreme in this world’s history, Mid darkness, opening graves, and mountains rending, New light is dawning on humanity.

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• [Luk 23:46] Into Thy Gracious Hands I Fall

  Into Thy gracious hands I fall, And with the arms of faith embrace; O King of glory, hear my call! O raise me, heal me by Thy grace! Arm me with Thy whole armor, Lord, Support my weakness with Thy might; Gird on my thigh Thy conquering sword, And shield me in the threatening fight. From faith to faith, from grace to grace, So in Thy strength shall I go on, Till heaven and earth flee from Thy face, And glory end what grace begun.

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• [Luk 23:46] Wide Open Are Thy Hands

  Wide open are Thy hands, Paying with more than gold The awful debt of guilty men, Forever and of old. Ah, let me grasp those hands, That we may never part, And let the power of their blood Sustain my fainting heart. Wide open are Thine arms, A fallen world to embrace; To take to love and endless rest Our whole forsaken race. Lord, I am sad and poor, But boundless is Thy grace; Give me the soul transforming joy For which I seek Thy face. Draw all my mind and heart Up to Thy throne on high, And let Thy sacred cross exalt My spirit to the sky. To these, Thy mighty hands, My spirit I resign; Living, I live alone to Thee, Dying, alone am Thine.

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