Luke 10:42

• [Luk 10:42] Beset With Snares On Every Hand

  Beset with snares on every hand, In life’s uncertain path I stand; Savior divine, diffuse Thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right. Engage this roving, treacherous heart To fix on Mary’s better part, To scorn the trifles of a day, For joys that none can take away. Then let the wildest storms arise, Let tempests mingle earth and skies; No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, But all my treasures with me bear. If Thou, my Jesus, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in Thee.

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• [Luk 10:42] O Love Divine, How Sweet Thou Art

  O love divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me. Stronger His love than death or hell; Its reaches are unsearchable; The first born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery The length, and breadth, and height. God only knows the love of God; O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part. O that I could forever sit With Mary at the Master’s feet; Be this my happy choice; My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this To hear the Bridegroom’s voice. O that, with humbled Peter, I Could weep, believe, and thrice reply, My faithfulness to prove. Thou know’st, (for all to Thee is known, Thou know’st, O Lord, and Thou alone, Thou know’st that Thee I love. O that I could, with favored John, Recline my weary head upon The dear Redeemer’s breast! From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee My everlasting rest. Thy only love do I require, Nothing on earth beneath desire, Nothing in heaven above; Let earth, and heaven, and all things go, Give me Thy only love to know, Give me only Thy love.

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• [Luk 10:42] One Thing’s Needful

  One thing’s needful; Lord this treasure Teach me highly to regard; All else, though it first give pleasure, Is a yoke that presses hard. Beneath it the heart is still fretting and striving, No true, lasting happiness ever deriving. The gain of this one thing all loss can requite And teach me in all things to find true delight. Wilt thou find this one thing needful, Turn from all created things Unto Jesus and be heedful Of the blessèd joy He brings. For where God and Man both in one are united, With God’s perfect fulness the heart is delighted; There, there is the worthiest lot and the best, My One and my All and my Joy and my Rest. How were Mary’s thoughts devoted, Her eternal joy to find As intent each word she noted, At her Savior’s feet reclined! How kindled her heart, how devout was its feeling, While hearing the lessons that Christ was revealing! For Jesus all earthly concerns she forgot, And all was repaid in that one happy lot. Thus my longings, heav’nward tending, Jesus, rest alone on Thee. Help me, thus on Thee depending; Savior, come and dwell in me. Although all the world should forsake and forget Thee, In love I will follow Thee, ne’er will I quit Thee. Lord Jesus, both spirit and life is Thy Word; And is there a joy which Thou dost not afford? Wisdom’s highest, noblest treasure, Jesus, lies concealed in Thee; Grant that this may still the measure Of my will and actions be, Humility there and simplicity reigning, In paths of true wisdom my steps ever training. Oh, if I of Christ have this knowledge divine, The fulness of heavenly wisdom is mine. Naught have I, O Christ, to offer Naught but Thee, my highest Good. Naught have I, O Lord, to proffer But Thy crimson-colored blood. Thy death on the cross hath Death wholly defeated And thereby my righteousness fully completed; Salvation’s white raiments I there did obtain, And in them in glory with Thee I shall reign. Therefore Thou alone, my Savior, Shalt be All in all to me; Search my heart and my behavior, Root out all hypocrisy. Restrain me from wandering on pathways unholy And through all life’s pilgrimage keep my heart lowly. This one thing is needful, all others are vain; I count all but loss that I Christ may obtain.

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Luke 24:6

• [Luk 24:6] Beautiful Morning

  Beautiful morning! Day of hope, Dawn of a better life; Now in thy peaceful hours we rest, Far from earth’s noise and strife. Refrain Morning of resurrection joy, Day when the Savior rose, Singing shall greet thy opening hour, Singing shall mark thy close. Beautiful morning! All the week Waiteth thy welcome light, Since thy first dawning, calm and clear, Out of the darkest night. Refrain Beautiful morning! Grief and pain, Weeping before the tomb, Fly at thy dawning, Jesus rose, Jesus dispelled the gloom. Refrain

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• [Luk 24:6] He Is Not Here, But Is Risen!

  Oh, day of awful story— Jesus is dead! Sad end to hope of glory— Jesus is dead! Refrain Behold the stone is rolled away! And shining ones have come to say: “He is not here, but is risen! He is not here, but is risen!” The night of death is past and gone— Arise, and greet the glorious morn! “He is not here, but is risen! He is not here, but is risen!” A weary night of weeping— Jesus is dead! A night that knew no sleeping— Jesus is dead! Refrain A day in sorrow dawning— Jesus is dead! A sad and gloomy morning— Jesus is dead! Refrain

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• [Luk 24:6] Hear The Chiming Easter Bells

  Hear the chiming Easter bells, Their joyous music ringing; Hear the children’s happy voices, Easter carols singing. Ringing, ringing, singing, singing, Easter bells and happy voices; Christ arose on Easter day, And all the world rejoices, And all the world rejoices. Angels came from Heav’n above To tell the wondrous story: “Christ is risen from the dead, The Lord of life and glory.” “Seek Him not among the dead, The grave is not His prison; Go and His disciples tell, That Christ the Lord is risen.” Christ the Lord is ris’n today, Salvation to us bringing; Easter bells, ring out your chimes, While voices glad are singing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal