Luke 23:46

• [Luk 23:46] And Now, Beloved Lord, Thy Soul Resigning

  And now, belovèd Lord, Thy Soul resigning, Into Thy Father’s arms with conscious will, Calmly, with reverend grace, Thy head inclining, The throbbing brow and laboring breast grow still. Freely Thy life Thou yieldest, meekly bending E’en to the last beneath our sorrows’ load, Yet strong in death, in perfect peace commending, Thy Spirit to Thy Father and Thy God. My Savior, in mine hour of mortal anguish, When earth grows dim, and round me falls the night, O breathe Thy peace, as flesh and spirit languish, At that dread eventide let there be light. To Thy dear cross turn Thou my eyes in dying; Lay but my fainting head upon Thy breast; Those outstretched arms receive my latest sighing; And then, oh! then, Thine everlasting rest. O love! o’er mortal agony victorious, Now is Thy triumph! now that cross shall shine To earth’s remotest age revered and glorious, Of suffering’s deepest mystery the sign. The present, past and future here are blending, Moment supreme in this world’s history, Mid darkness, opening graves, and mountains rending, New light is dawning on humanity.

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• [Luk 23:46] Into Thy Gracious Hands I Fall

  Into Thy gracious hands I fall, And with the arms of faith embrace; O King of glory, hear my call! O raise me, heal me by Thy grace! Arm me with Thy whole armor, Lord, Support my weakness with Thy might; Gird on my thigh Thy conquering sword, And shield me in the threatening fight. From faith to faith, from grace to grace, So in Thy strength shall I go on, Till heaven and earth flee from Thy face, And glory end what grace begun.

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• [Luk 23:46] Wide Open Are Thy Hands

  Wide open are Thy hands, Paying with more than gold The awful debt of guilty men, Forever and of old. Ah, let me grasp those hands, That we may never part, And let the power of their blood Sustain my fainting heart. Wide open are Thine arms, A fallen world to embrace; To take to love and endless rest Our whole forsaken race. Lord, I am sad and poor, But boundless is Thy grace; Give me the soul transforming joy For which I seek Thy face. Draw all my mind and heart Up to Thy throne on high, And let Thy sacred cross exalt My spirit to the sky. To these, Thy mighty hands, My spirit I resign; Living, I live alone to Thee, Dying, alone am Thine.

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Luke 24:39

• [Luk 24:39] That Eastertide With Joy Was Bright

  That Eastertide with joy was bright, The sun shone out with fairer light, When, to their longing eyes restored, The glad apostles saw their Lord. He bade them see His hands, His side, Where yet the glorious wounds abide; The tokens true which made it plain Their Lord indeed was risen again. Jesus, the King of gentleness, Do Thou Thyself our hearts possess That we may give Thee all our days The tribute of our grateful praise. O Lord of all, with us abide In this our joyful Eastertide; From every weapon death can wield Thine own redeemed forever shield. All praise be Thine, O risen Lord, From death to endless life restored; All praise to God the Father be And Holy Ghost eternally.

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