Luke 12:5

• [Luk 12:5] Terrible God, That Reign’st On High

  Terrible God, that reign’st on high, How awful is Thy thund’ring hand! Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand. This the old rebel angels knew, And Satan fell beneath Thy frown; Thine arrows struck the traitor through, And weighty vengeance sunk him down. This Sodom felt, and feels it still, And roars beneath th’eternal load: “With endless burnings who can dwell? Or bear the fury of a God?” Tremble ye sinners, and submit, Throw down your arms before His throne; Bend your heads low beneath His feet, Or His strong hand shall crush you down. And ye, bless’d saints, that love Him too, With rev’rence bow before His Name; Thus all His heav’nly servants do: God is a bright and burning flame.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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