Luke 3:8

• [Luk 3:8] Glory To God, Whose Sovereign Grace

  Glory to God, whose sovereign grace Hath animated senseless stones; Called us to stand before His face, And raised us into Abraham’s sons! The people that in darkness lay, In sin and error’s deadly shade, Have seen a glorious gospel day, In Jesus’ lovely face displayed. Thou only, Lord, the work hast done, And bared Thine arm in all our sight; Hast made the reprobates Thine own, And claimed the outcasts as Thy right. Thy single arm, almighty Lord, To us the great salvation brought, Thy Word, Thy all-creating Word, That spake at first the world from naught. For this the saints lift up their voice, And ceaseless praise to Thee is giv’n; For this the hosts above rejoice, We raise the happiness of Heav’n. For this, no longer sons of night, To Thee our thankful hearts we give; To Thee, who called us into light, To Thee we die, to Thee we live. Suffice that for the season past Hell’s horrid language filled our tongues, We all Thy words behind us cast, And lewdly sang the drunkard’s songs. But, O the power of grace divine! In hymns we now our voices raise, Loudly in strange hosannas join, And blasphemies are turned to praise!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 9:26

• [Luk 9:26] In Token That Thou Shalt Not Fear

  In token that thou shalt not fear Christ crucified to own, We print the cross upon thee here, And stamp thee His alone. In token that thou shalt not blush To glory in His Name, We blazon here upon thy front His glory and His shame. In token that thou shalt not flinch Christ’s quarrel to maintain, But ’neath His banner manfully Firm at thy post remain. In token that thou too shalt tread The path He traveled by, Endure the cross, despise the shame, And sit thee down on high. Thus outwardly and visibly We seal thee for His own; And may the brow that wears His cross Hereafter share His crown.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 11:13

• [Luk 11:13] Come, Thou Holy Paraclete

  Come, Thou holy Paraclete, And from Thy celestial seat Send Thy light and brilliancy: Father of the poor, draw near; Giver of all gifts, be here; Come, the soul’s true radiancy. Come, of comforters the best, Of the soul the sweetest guest, Come in toil refreshingly: Thou in labor rest most sweet, Thou art shadow from the heat, Comfort in adversity. O Thou Light, most pure and blest, Shine within the inmost breast Of Thy faithful company. Where Thou art not, man hath naught; Every holy deed and thought Comes from Thy divinity. What is soilèd, make Thou pure; What is wounded, work its cure; What is parchèd, fructify; What is rigid, gently bend; What is frozen, warmly tend; Strengthen what goes erringly. Fill Thy faithful, who confide In Thy power to guard and guide, With Thy sevenfold mystery. Here Thy grace and virtue send: Grant salvation to the end, And in Heav’n felicity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 15:17

• [Luk 15:17] Afflictions, Though They Seem Severe

  Afflictions, though they seem severe; In mercy oft are sent; They stopped the prodigal’s career, And forced him to repent. Although he no relentings felt Till he had spent his store; His stubborn heart began to melt When famine pinched him sore. “What have I gained by sin, he said, But hunger, shame, and fear; My father’s house abounds with bread, While I am starving here. I’ll go, and tell him all I’ve done, And fall before his face Unworthy to be called his son, I’ll seek a servant’s place.” His father saw him coming back, He saw, and ran, and smiled; And threw his arms around the neck Of his rebellious child. “Father, I’ve sinned—but O forgive!” I’ve heard enough, he said, Rejoice my house, my son’s alive, For whom I mourned as dead. Now let the fatted calf be slain, And spread the news around; My son was dead, but lives again, Was lost, but now is found. ’Tis thus the Lord His love reveals, To call poor sinners home; More than a father’s love He feels, And welcomes all that come.

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  source: Cyberhymnal