Luke 2:6

• [Luk 2:6] The Friendly Beasts

  Jesus, our Brother, strong and good, Was humbly born in a stable rude, And the friendly beasts around Him stood, Jesus, our Brother, strong and good. “I,” said the donkey, shaggy and brown, “I carried His mother uphill and down, I carried His mother to Bethlehem town; I,” said the donkey, shaggy and brown. “I,” said the cow, all white and red, “I gave Him my manger for His bed, I gave Him hay to pillow His head; I,” said the cow, all white and red. “I,” said the sheep with curly horn, “I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm, He wore my coat on Christmas morn; I,” said the sheep with curly horn. “I,” said the dove, from the rafters high, “I cooed Him to sleep that He should not cry, We cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I; I,” said the dove, from the rafters high. Thus all the beasts, by some good spell, In the stable dark were glad to tell Of the gifts they gave Emmanuel, The gifts they gave Emmanuel.

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• [Luk 2:6] Once In Royal David’s City

  Once in royal David’s city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed: Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. He came down to earth from Heaven, Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable, And His cradle was a stall; With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior holy. And, through all His wondrous childhood, He would honor and obey, Love and watch the lowly maiden, In whose gentle arms He lay: Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. For He is our childhood’s pattern; Day by day, like us He grew; He was little, weak and helpless, Tears and smiles like us He knew; And He feeleth for our sadness, And He shareth in our gladness. And our eyes at last shall see Him, Through His own redeeming love, For that Child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in Heav’n above, And He leads His children on To the place where He is gone. Not in that poor lowly stable, With the oxen standing by, We shall see Him; but in Heaven, Set at God’s right hand on high; Where like stars His children crowned All in white shall wait around.

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Luke 4:32

• [Luk 4:32] His Word Was With Power

  There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the King; He speaks, and the captive is free; The lips of the dumb with rejoicing shall sing; O speak, blessèd Savior, to me! Refrain O the pow’r, mighty pow’r, In the word of my Savior and King! O the pow’r, mighty pow’r! For Jesus salvation shall bring. There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the pardoning word; He said, “Go, and sin now no more!” How sweet was the hour when forgiveness I heard, And mercy had opened the door! Refrain There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the Lord, And strength He will give, when we pray, To follow His footsteps, His goodness record, And walk in love’s beautiful way. Refrain

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Luke 19:40

• [Luk 19:40] Glory Be To God On High

  Glory be to God on high, Alleluia! Let the whole creation cry, Alleluia! Peace and blessing He has given, Alleluia! Earth repeat the songs of heaven, Alleluia! Creatures of the field and flood, Alleluia! Earth and sea cry “God is good,” Alleluia! Toiling pilgrims raise the song, Alleluia! Saints in light the strain prolong, Alleluia! Stars that have no voice to sing Alleluia! Give their glory to our King, Alleluia! Silent powers and angels’ song, Alleluia! All unto our God belong, Alleluia!

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• [Luk 19:40] When, His Salvation Bringing

  When, His salvation bringing, To Zion Jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to His Name; Nor did their zeal offend Him, But, as He rode along, He let them still attend Him, And smiled to hear their song. And since the Lord retaineth His love for children still, Though now as King He reigneth On Zion’s heavenly hill, We’ll flock around His banner Who sits upon His throne, And cry aloud, “Hosanna To David’s royal Son!” For should we fail proclaiming Our great Redeemer’s praise, The stones, our silence shaming, Would their hosannas raise. But shall we only render The tribute of our words? No; while our hearts are tender, They too shall be the Lord’s.

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  source: Cyberhymnal