Luke 2:20

• [Luk 2:20] Our Day Of Joy Is Here Again

  Our day of joy is here again, With love and peace and song; Come, let us join th’angelic strain With voices clear and strong. Refrain Glory to our God, we sing, Glory to our Lord and King; Peace, goodwill with all abide This holy Christmas tide. When darkness lay upon this earth, A glorious light did shine, God sent a Gift of priceless worth And showed His love divine. Refrain Now to the manger let us go To worship and adore The tender Babe upon the straw, Our Savior evermore. Refrain How wonderful that God’s own Son Should so Himself abase! He thrust the mighty from their throne, And gave the lowly grace. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:20] Sleep, My Little Jesus

  Sleep, my little Jesus, On Thy bed of hay, While the shepherds homeward Journey on their way. Mother is Thy shepherd And will her vigil keep: Did the voices wake Thee? O sleep, my Jesus, sleep! Refrain Softly sleep, sweetly sleep, My Jesus, sleep! Sleep, my little Jesus, While Thou art my own! Ox and ass Thy neighbors, Shalt Thou have a throne? Will they call me blessèd? Shall I stand and weep? Be it far, Jehovah! O sleep, my Jesus, sleep! Refrain Sleep, my little Jesus, Wonder-baby mine! Well the singing angels Greet Thee as divine. Through my heart, as heaven Low the echoes sweep Of glory to Jehovah! O sleep, my Jesus, sleep! Refrain

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Luke 14:15

• [Luk 14:15] Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast

  Come, sinners, to the Gospel feast; Let every soul be Jesus’ guest. Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bid all humankind. Sent by my Lord, on you I call; The invitation is to all. Come, all the world! Come, sinner, thou! All things in Christ are ready now. Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed, Ye restless wanderers after rest; Ye poor, and maimed, and sick, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. Come, and partake the Gospel feast; Be saved from sin; in Jesus rest; O taste the goodness of your God, And eat His flesh, and drink His blood! You vagrant souls, on you I call; (O that my voice could reach you all!) You all may now be justified, You all may live, for Christ hath died. My message as from God receive; Ye all may come to Christ and live. O let His love your hearts constrain, Nor permit Him to die in vain. His love is mighty to compel; His conquering love consent to feel, Yield to His love’s resistless power, And fight against your God no more. See Him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding Sacrifice! His offered benefits embrace, And freely now be saved by grace. This is the time, no more delay! This is the Lord’s accepted day. Come thou, this moment, at His call, And live for Him Who died for all. Jesus to you His fullness brings, A feast of marrow and fat things. Do not begin to make excuse, Ah! do not you His grace refuse. Your grounds forsake, your oxen quit, Your every earthly thought forget, Seek not the comforts of this life, Nor sell your Savior for a wife. “Have me excused,” why will ye say? Why will ye for damnation pray? Have you excused—from joy and peace! Have you excused—from happiness: Excused from coming to a feast! Excused from being Jesus’ guest! From knowing now your sins forgiven, From tasting here the joys of Heaven. Excused, alas! why should you be From health, and life, and liberty, From entering into glorious rest, From leaning on your Savior’s breast? Sinners my gracious Lord receives, Harlots, and publicans, and thieves; Drunkards, and all ye hellish crew, I have a message now to you. The worst unto My supper press, Monsters of daring wickedness, Tell them My grace for all is free. They cannot be too bad for Me.

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• [Luk 14:15] King Of Heav’n His Table Spreads, The

  The King of Heav’n His table spreads, And blessings crown the board; Not paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are giv’n, Through the rich blood that Jesus shed To raise our souls to Heav’n. Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin’s dark mazes, come: Come from the hedges and highways And grace shall find you room. Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. Yet is His house and heart so large, That millions more may come; Nor could the wide assembling world O’erfill the spacious room. All things are ready, come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast; And bless the Founder’s Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal