Luke 8:1

• [Luk 8:1] What’s The News?

  Whene’er we meet, you always say, What’s the news? what’s the news? Pray what’s the order of the day? What’s the news? what’s the news? O! I have got good news to tell! My Savior hath done all things well, And triumphed over death and hell— That’s the news! that’s the news! The Lamb was slain on Calvary! That’s the news! that’s the news! To set a world of sinners free, That’s the news! that’s the news! ’Twas there His precious blood was shed, ’Twas there He bowed His sacred head, But now He’s risen from the dead, That’s the news! that’s the news! His work’s reviving all around, That’s the news! that’s the news! And many have redemption found— That’s the news! that’s the news! And since their souls have caught the flame, They shout hosanna to His Name, And all around they spread His fame— That’s the news! that’s the news! The Lord has pardoned all my sin— That’s the news! that’s the news! I feel the witness now within— That’s the news! that’s the news! And since He took my sins away, And taught me how to watch and pray, I’m happy now from day to day— That’s the news! that’s the news! And Christ the Lord can save you now— That’s the news! that’s the news! Your sinful heart He can renew— That’s the news! that’s the news! This moment, if for sins you grieve, This moment, if you do believe, A full acquittal you’ll receive— That’s the news! that’s the news! And now if any one should say, What’s the news! what’s the news? O tell them you’ve begun to pray— That’s the news! that’s the news! That you have joined the conquering band, And now, with joy, at God’s command, You’re marching to the better land— That’s the news! that’s the news!

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Luke 13:28-29

• [Luk 13:29] Little Travelers Zionward

  Little travelers Zionward Each one entering into rest, In the kingdom of your Lord, In the mansions of the blest: There, to welcome, Jesus waits, Gives the crown His followers win; Lift your heads, ye golden gates, Let the little travelers in! Who are they whose little feet, Pacing life’s dark journey through, Now have reached the heavenly seat They had ever kept in view? “I from Greenland’s frozen land,” “I from India’s sultry plain,” “I from Africa’s barren sand,” “I from islands of the main.” “All our earthly journey past, Every tear and pain gone by, Here together met at last, At the portal of the sky.” Each the welcome “Come!” awaits, Conquerors over death and sin; Lift your heads, ye golden gates, Let the little travellers in.

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Luke 14:15

• [Luk 14:15] Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast

  Come, sinners, to the Gospel feast; Let every soul be Jesus’ guest. Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bid all humankind. Sent by my Lord, on you I call; The invitation is to all. Come, all the world! Come, sinner, thou! All things in Christ are ready now. Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed, Ye restless wanderers after rest; Ye poor, and maimed, and sick, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. Come, and partake the Gospel feast; Be saved from sin; in Jesus rest; O taste the goodness of your God, And eat His flesh, and drink His blood! You vagrant souls, on you I call; (O that my voice could reach you all!) You all may now be justified, You all may live, for Christ hath died. My message as from God receive; Ye all may come to Christ and live. O let His love your hearts constrain, Nor permit Him to die in vain. His love is mighty to compel; His conquering love consent to feel, Yield to His love’s resistless power, And fight against your God no more. See Him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding Sacrifice! His offered benefits embrace, And freely now be saved by grace. This is the time, no more delay! This is the Lord’s accepted day. Come thou, this moment, at His call, And live for Him Who died for all. Jesus to you His fullness brings, A feast of marrow and fat things. Do not begin to make excuse, Ah! do not you His grace refuse. Your grounds forsake, your oxen quit, Your every earthly thought forget, Seek not the comforts of this life, Nor sell your Savior for a wife. “Have me excused,” why will ye say? Why will ye for damnation pray? Have you excused—from joy and peace! Have you excused—from happiness: Excused from coming to a feast! Excused from being Jesus’ guest! From knowing now your sins forgiven, From tasting here the joys of Heaven. Excused, alas! why should you be From health, and life, and liberty, From entering into glorious rest, From leaning on your Savior’s breast? Sinners my gracious Lord receives, Harlots, and publicans, and thieves; Drunkards, and all ye hellish crew, I have a message now to you. The worst unto My supper press, Monsters of daring wickedness, Tell them My grace for all is free. They cannot be too bad for Me.

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• [Luk 14:15] King Of Heav’n His Table Spreads, The

  The King of Heav’n His table spreads, And blessings crown the board; Not paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are giv’n, Through the rich blood that Jesus shed To raise our souls to Heav’n. Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin’s dark mazes, come: Come from the hedges and highways And grace shall find you room. Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. Yet is His house and heart so large, That millions more may come; Nor could the wide assembling world O’erfill the spacious room. All things are ready, come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast; And bless the Founder’s Name.

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