Luke 8:16

• [Luk 8:16] Someone Is Looking To You

  Let your light shine wherever you go, Someone is looking to you! Brighter each day let it gleam and glow, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Looking to you, yes, looking to you! Let your light shine the darkness through; O be faithful, be loyal, and true, For someone is looking to you! Someone is groping his way to God, Someone is looking to you! Following on where your feet have trod, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Someone your counsel will surely take, Someone is looking to you! And by your life his decision make, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Someone has almost accepted Him, Someone is looking to you! And may be lost if your light grows dim, Someone is looking to you! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 8:16] Tell It Again

  Into the tent where a gypsy boy lay, Dying alone at the close of the day, News of salvation we carried; said he: “Nobody ever has told it to me!” Refrain Tell it again! Tell it again! Salvation’s story repeat o’er and o’er. Till none can say of the children of men, “Nobody ever has told me before.” “Did He so love me, a poor little boy? Send unto me the good tidings of joy? Need I not perish? My hand will He hold? Nobody ever the story has told!” Refrain Bending we caught the last words of his breath, Just as he entered the valley of death: “God sent His Son! ‘Whosoever,’ said He: Then I am sure that He sent Him for me!” Refrain Smiling he said, as his last sigh he spent, “I am so glad that for me He was sent!” Whispered, while low sunk the sun in the west, “Lord, I believe, tell it now to the rest!” Refrain

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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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Luke 12:37

• [Luk 12:37] How Are Thy Servants Blest, O Lord!

  How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defense! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to her, Nor impotent to save. The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will, The sea, that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still. From all our griefs and fears, O Lord, Thy mercy sets us free; While in the confidence of prayer Our hearts take hold on Thee. In midst of dangers, fears and death, Thy goodness we adore; We praise Thee for Thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more Our life, while Thou preservest life, A sacrifice shall be; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to Thee.

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• [Luk 12:37] Ye Servants Of The Lord

  Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly Word, And watchful at His gate. Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame, Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. Watch: ’tis your Lord’s command, And while we speak He’s near; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall His Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. Christ shall the banquet spread With His own royal hand, And raise that faithful servant’s head Amid the angelic band.

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  source: Cyberhymnal