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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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 24:23

• [Luk 24:23] All Ye That Seek The Lord Who Died

  All ye that seek the Lord Who died, Your God for sinners crucified, Prevent the earliest dawn, and come To worship at His sacred tomb. Bring the sweet spices of your sighs, Your contrite hearts, and streaming eyes, Your sad complaints, and humble fears; Come, and embalm Him with your tears. While thus ye love your souls t’employ, Your sorrow shall be turned to joy: Now, let all your grief be o’er! Believe, and ye shall weep no more. An earthquake hath the cavern shook, And burst the door, and rent the rock; The Lord hath sent His angel down, And he hath rolled away the stone. As snow behold his garment white, His countenance as lightning bright: He sits, and waves a flaming sword, And waits upon his rising Lord. The third auspicious morn is come, And calls your Savior from the tomb, The bands of death are torn away, The yawning tomb gives back its prey. Could neither seal nor stone secure, Nor men, nor devils make it sure? The seal is broke, the stone cast by, And all the powers of darkness fly. The body breathes, and lifts His head, The keepers sink, and fall as dead; The dead restored to life appear, The living quake, and die for fear. No power a band of soldiers have To keep one body in its grave: Surely it no dead body was That could the Roman eagles chase. The Lord of Life is risen indeed, To death delivered in your stead; His rise proclaims your sins forgiv’n, And show the living way to Heav’n. Haste then, ye souls that first believe, Who dare the Gospel-Word receive, Your faith with joyful hearts confess, Be bold, be Jesus’ witnesses. Go tell the followers of your Lord Their Jesus is to life restored; He lives, that they His life may find; He lives, to quicken all mankind.

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  source: Cyberhymnal