Luke 5:5

• [Luk 5:5] Hear Us, O Lord

  Hear us, O Lord, from Heaven Thy dwelling place: Like them of old, in vain we toil all night, Unless with us Thou go, who art the Light, Come then, O Lord, that we may see Thy face. Thou, Lord, doest rule the raging of the sea, When loud the storm and furious is the gale: Strong is Thine arm; our little barques are frail: Send us Thy help; remember Galilee. Our wives and children we commend to Thee: For them we plough the land and plough the deep; For them by day the golden corn we reap, By night the silver harvest of the sea. We thank Thee, Lord, for sunshine, dew and rain, Broadcast from heaven by Thine almighty hand— Source of all life, unnumbered as the sand— Bird, beast, and fish, herb, fruit and golden grain. O Bread of Life, Thou in Thy Word hast said, Who feeds in faith on Me shall never die! In mercy hear Thy hungry children’s cry— Father, give us this day our daily bread! Sow in our hearts the seeds of Thy dear love, That we may reap contentment, joy, and peace; And when at last our earthly labors cease, Grant us to join Thy harvest home above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 12:32

• [Luk 12:32] Fear Not, Thou Faithful Christian Flock

  Fear not, thou faithful Christian flock; God is thy shelter and thy rock; Fear not for thy salvation. Though fierce the foe and dark the night, The Lord of hosts shall be thy might, Christ thine illumination. Arise, arise, the foe defy! Call on the Name of God most high, That He with might endue you. And Christ, your everlasting Priest, In all your conflicts shall assist, From strength to strength renew you.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 17:21

• [Luk 17:21] A Little Kingdom I Possess

  A little kingdom I possess, Where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task Of governing it well; For passion tempts and troubles me, A wayward will misleads, And selfishness its shadow casts, On all my will and deeds. How can I learn to rule myself, To be the child I should, Honest and brave, nor ever tire Of trying to be good? How can I keep a sunny soul To shine along life’s way? How can I tune my little heart, To sweetly sing all day? Dear Father, help me with the love That castest out my fear! Teach me to lean on Thee and feel That thou art very near. That no temptation is unseen, No childish grief too small, Since Thou, with patience infinite, Dost soothe and comfort all. I do not ask for any crown But that which all may win; Nor try to conquer any world Except the one within. Be Thou my Guide until I find, Led by a tender hand, Thy happy kingdom in myself And dare to take command.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 17:21] The World Within

  O wondrous world within a world How beautiful thou art! What high desire, what holy fire Lie glowing at thy heart! What beauty, like the silent stars, Hangs ever o’er thy brow; What youth, as old as Paradise, Springs deathless in thee now! Where did we learn to love thy face— The music of thy name? A leafy door beside the shore Was opened—and we came. Our lost ideals, grown more fair, Thronged back through all thy ways; Another life—a real life— Filled all our empty days. The world smiled, saying, “These are they Who live among the trees; Whose thoughts rise higher than the stars And soar beyond the trees. They do not weigh their wealth with gold Or measure it with fame; They speak a language all their own They bear a hidden name.” So weighs the world its own true life, Nor knows it as its own, While, Life of Life, above all strife God waits upon His throne; He waits until the world of things And the world of thoughts shall be Blent in that perfect thing we call The New Humanity. What joy is thine, O world within, To bear thy banners out, And there to claim in God’s dear Name The last and least redoubt! The earth is His—the heav’ns are His, He stooped to make them one When that great mystery was wrought That gave us God the Son. The world without is blind to thee, Thou world of the within, Yet through the years thy saints and seers Its oracles have been. Still trust them with thy prophecies; Still through them breathe thy breath; Till honor blossoms from the dust And life spring out of death.

  source: Cyberhymnal