Luke 7:48

• [Luk 7:48] Sinner Forgiven, A

  To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair; She heard in the city that Jesus was there; Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board, She silently knelt at the feet of the Lord, She silently knelt at the feet of the Lord. The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all, That one so unhallowed should tread in that hall; And some said the poor would be objects more meet, As the wealth of her perfume she shower’d on His feet, As the wealth of her perfume she shower’d on His feet. She heard but the Savior; she spoke but with sighs; She dared not look up to the heaven of His eyes; And hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast, As her lips to His sandals were throbbingly pressed; As her lips to His sandals were throbbingly pressed. In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow, In glance of the sunshine, as melteth the snow, He looked on that lost one: “her sins were forgiv’n,” And the sinner went forth in the beauty of Heav’n; And the sinner went forth in the beauty of Heav’n.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 12:35

• [Luk 12:35] Let Every Lamp Be Burning Bright

  Let every lamp be burning bright, The darkest hour is nearing; The darkest hour of earth’s long night, Before the Lord’s appearing. Refrain Then trim your lamps, my brethren dear, Then trim your lamps with godly fear; The Master’s coming draweth near, Let every lamp be burning. Though thousands calmly slumber on, The last great message spurning, We’ll rest our living faith upon His promise of returning. Refrain His Word our lamp, His truth our guide, We cannot be mistaken; Though dangers rise on every side, We shall not be forsaken. Refrain Then let good works with faith appear, To help the world around us; Obedience brings the blessing near When faith has firmly bound us. Refrain

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• [Luk 12:35] Let The Lower Lights Be Burning

  Brightly beams our Father’s mercy from His lighthouse evermore, But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! For to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore. [or Some poor struggling, sinking sailor you may rescue, you may save.] Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar; Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, some poor sailor tempest tossed, Trying now to make the harbor, in the darkness may be lost. Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! Trying now to make the harbor, some poor sailor may be lost.

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  source: Cyberhymnal