Luke 2:35

• [Luk 2:35] At The Cross, Her Station Keeping

  At the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. Oh, how sad and sore distressèd Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever glorious Son. Who, on Christ’s dear mother gazing Pierced by anguish so amazing Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christ’s dear mother thinking Such a cup of sorrow drinking Would not share her sorrows deep? For His people’s sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His Spirit He resigned. Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind, That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find.

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• [Luk 2:35] Near The Cross, Her Vigil Keeping

  Near the cross, her vigil keeping, Stood the mother, worn with weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; Through her soul, in anguish groaning, Bowed in sorrow, sighing, moaning, Passed the sharp and piercing sword. O the weight of her affliction! Hers, who won God’s benediction, Hers, who bore God’s Holy One: O that speechless, ceaseless yearning! O those dim eyes never turning From her wondrous, suffering Son! Who upon that mother gazing, In her trouble so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who of Christ’s dear mother thinking, While her Son that cup is drinking, Would not share her sorrow deep? For His people’s sin chastisèd She beheld her Son despisèd, Bound and bleeding ’neath the rod; Saw the Lord’s Anointed taken, Dying desolate, forsaken, Heard Him yield His soul to God. Near Thy cross, O Christ, abiding, Grief and love my heart dividing, I with her would take my place; By Thy guardian cross uphold me, In Thy dying, Christ, enfold me With the deathless arms of grace.

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• [Luk 2:35] Near The Cross Was Mary Weeping

  Near the cross was Mary weeping, There her mournful station keeping, Gazing on her dying Son; There in speechless anguish groaning, Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, Through her soul the sword had gone. When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us, He His love and power displayed: By His stripes He wrought our healing, By His death, our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. Jesus, may Thy love constrain us, That from sin we may refrain us, In Thy griefs may deeply grieve; Thee our best affections giving, To Thy glory ever living, May we in Thy glory live.

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Luke 7:47

• [Luk 7:47] Hail! My Ever Blessèd Jesus

  Hail! my ever blessèd Jesus, Only Thee I wish to sing; To my soul Thy Name is precious, Thou my Prophet, Priest and King. O what mercy flows from Heaven! O what joy and happiness! Love I much? I’m much forgiven I’m a miracle of grace. Once with Adam’s race in ruin, Unconcerned in sin I lay; Swift destruction still pursuing, Till my Savior passed that way. Witness, all ye hosts of Heaven, My Redeemer’s tenderness; Love I much? I’m much forgiven, I’m a miracle of grace. Shout, ye bright angelic choir, Praise the Lamb enthroned above; Whilst astonished I admire God’s free grace and boundless love. That blest moment I received Him, Filled my soul with joy and peace; Love I much? I’m much forgiven, I’m a miracle of grace.

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Luke 12:7

• [Luk 12:7] God Sees The Little Sparrow Fall

  God sees the little sparrow fall, It meets His tender view; If God so loves the little birds, I know He loves me, too. Refrain He loves me, too, He loves me, too, I know He loves me, too; Because He loves the little things, I know He loves me, too. He paints the lily of the field, Perfumes each lily bell; If He so loves the little flow’rs, I know He loves me well. Refrain God made the little birds and flow’rs, And all things large and small; He’ll not forget his little ones, I know He loves them all. Refrain

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Luke 13:24

• [Luk 13:24] Strive Aright When God Doth Call

  Strive aright when God doth call thee, When He draws thee by His grace, Cast off all that would enthrall thee, And deter thee from the race. Wrestle, till thy zeal is burning And thy love is glowing warm, All that earth can give thee spurning, Half love will not bide the storm. Perfect truth will love to follow Watchfully our Master’s ways; Seeks not comfort poor and hollow, Looks not for reward or praise. Soldiers of the cross, take courage! Watch and war ’mid fear and pain; Daily conquering sin and sorrow, Till our King o’er earth shall reign.

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