Luke 9:33

• [Luk 9:33] O Master, It Is Good To Be

  O Master, it is good to be High on the mountain here with Thee, Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days, Who once received on Horeb’s height Th’eternal laws of truth and right, Or caught the still small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. O Master, it is good to be With Thee, and with Thy faithful three; Here, where the Apostle’s heart of rock Is nerved against temptation’s shock; Here, where the Son of Thunder learns The thought that breathes, and word that burns; Here, where on eagle wings we move With him whose last best creed is love. O Master, it is good to be Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee; And watch Thy glistening raiment glow Whiter than Hermon’s whitest snow; The human lineaments that shine Irradiant with a light divine; Till we too change from grace to grace, Gazing on that transfigured face. O Master, it is good to be Here on the holy mount with Thee; When darkling in the depths of night, When dazzled with excess of light, We bow before the heavenly voice That bids bewildered souls rejoice, Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, “This is My Son, O hear ye Him.”

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• [Luk 9:33] ’tis Good, Lord, To Be Here

  ’Tis good, Lord, to be here, Thy glory fills the night; Thy face and garments, like the sun, Shine with unborrowed light. ’Tis good, Lord, to be here, Thy beauty to behold Where Moses and Elijah stand, Thy messengers of old. Fulfiller of the past, Promise of things to be, We hail Thy body glorified And our redemption see. Before we taste of death, We see Thy kingdom come; We fain would hold the vision bright And make this hill our home. ’Tis good, Lord, to be here. Yet we may not remain; But since Thou bidst us leave the mount, Come with us to the plain.

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• [Luk 9:33] When At This Distance, Lord, We Trace

  When at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of Thy face, What transport pours o’er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest, And charms our cares and woes to rest. With Thee in the obscurest cell, On some bleak mountain would I dwell, Rather than pompous courts behold, And share their grandeur and their gold, And share their grandeur and their gold. Away, ye dreams of mortal joy— Raptures divine my thoughts employ; I see the King of glory shine, And feel His love and call Him mine, And feel His love and call Him mine. On Tabor thus His servants viewed His luster when transformed He stood; And biding earthly scenes farewell, Cried, “Lord, ’tis pleasant here to dwell,” Cried, “Lord, ’tis pleasant here to dwell.”

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• [Luk 9:33] Where Jesus Is, ’tis Heaven

  Since Christ my soul from sin set free, This world has been a Heav’n to me; And ’mid earth’s sorrows and its woe, ’Tis Heav’n my Jesus here to know. Refrain O hallelujah, yes, ’tis Heav’n, ’Tis Heav’n to know my sins forgiv’n, On land or sea, what matters where? Where Jesus is, ’tis Heaven there. Once Heaven seemed a far off place, Till Jesus showed His smiling face; Now it’s begun within my soul, ’Twill last while endless ages roll. Refrain What matters where on earth we dwell? On mountain top, or in the dell, In cottage, or a mansion fair, Where Jesus is, ’tis Heaven there. Refrain

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Luke 10:21

• [Luk 10:21] O Lord Of Heav’n And Earth And Sea

  O Lord of Heav’n and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be; How shall we show our love to Thee, Who givest all? The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruits, Thy love declare; Where harvests ripen, Thou art there, Who givest all. For peaceful homes and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, Who givest all. Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gav’st Him for a world undone, And freely, with that blessèd One, Thou givest all. Thou giv’st the Spirit’s blessèd dower, Spirit of life and love and power, And dost His sevenfold graces shower Upon us all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiv’n, For means of grace and hopes of Heav’n, Father, all praise to Thee be giv’n, Who givest all. We lose what on ourselves we spend, We have as treasure without end Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, Repaid a thousand-fold will be; Then gladly will we give to Thee Who givest all. To Thee, from Whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give: O may we ever with Thee live, Who givest all.

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