Luke 1:50

• [Luk 1:50] There’s A Wideness In God’s Mercy

  There’s a wideness in God’s mercy, Like the wideness of the sea; There’s a kindness in His justice, Which is more than liberty. There is no place where earth’s sorrows Are more felt than up in Heaven; There is no place where earth’s failings Have such kindly judgment given. There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good; There is mercy with the Savior; There is healing in His blood. There is grace enough for thousands Of new worlds as great as this; There is room for fresh creations In that upper home of bliss. For the love of God is broader Than the measure of our mind; And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. There is plentiful redemption In the blood that has been shed; There is joy for all the members In the sorrows of the Head. ’Tis not all we owe to Jesus; It is something more than all; Greater good because of evil, Larger mercy through the fall. If our love were but more simple, We should take Him at His word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. Souls of men! why will ye scatter Like a crowd of frightened sheep? Foolish hearts! why will ye wander From a love so true and deep? It is God: His love looks mighty, But is mightier than it seems; ’Tis our Father: and His fondness Goes far out beyond our dreams. But we make His love too narrow By false limits of our own; And we magnify His strictness With a zeal He will not own. Was there ever kinder shepherd Half so gentle, half so sweet, As the Savior who would have us Come and gather at His feet?

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Luke 14:16

• [Luk 14:16] How Sweet And Awesome Is This Place

  How sweet and awesome is this place [originally How sweet and aweful is the place] With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores! Here every bowel of our God With soft compassion rolls; Here peace and pardon bought with blood Is food for dying souls. While all our hearts and all our songs Join to admire the feast, Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, “Lord, why was I a guest? “Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there’s room, When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come?” ’Twas the same love that spread the feast That sweetly drew us in; Else we had still refused to taste, And perished in our sin. Pity the nations, O our God! Constrain the earth to come; Send Thy victorious Word abroad, And bring the strangers home. We long to see Thy churches full, That all the chosen race May with one voice, and heart and soul, Sing Thy redeeming grace.

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• [Luk 14:16] When The Comforter Came

  My heart, that was heavy and sad, Was made to rejoice and be glad, And peace without measure I had, When the Comforter came. Refrain Peace, sweet peace, Peace when the Comforter came! My heart that was heavy and sad, Was made to rejoice and be glad, And peace without measure I had, When the Comforter came. To sin and to evil inclined, With darkness pervading my mind, No rest I could anywhere find, Till the Comforter came. Refrain The voice of thanksgiving I raised, The Lord, my Redeemer, I praised; I was at His mercy amazed, When the Comforter came. Refrain

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Luke 23:32

• [Luk 23:32] O Thou From Whom All Goodness Flows

  O Thou, from Whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Dear Lord, remember me. When groaning on my burdened heart My sins lie heavily, My pardon speak, new peace impart; In love remember me. Temptations sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee: O give me strength, Lord, as my day; For good remember me. Distressed with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see; Grant patience, rest, and kind relief: Hear and remember me. If on my face, for Thy dear Name, Shame and reproaches be, All hail reproach, and welcome shame, If Thou remember me. The hour is near; consigned to death, I own the just decree; “Savior,” with my last parting breath I’ll cry, “Remember me.”

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Luke 23:38

• [Luk 23:38] On My Heart Imprint Thine Image

  On my heart imprint Thine image, Blessèd Jesus, King of Grace, That life’s riches, cares and pleasures Have no power Thee to efface. This the superscription be: Jesus, crucified for me, Is my Life, my hope’s Foundation, And my Glory and Salvation.
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