Luke 8:52

• [Luk 8:52] Beloved, Sleep

  Belovèd, sleep, Thy conflicts now are past, Life’s battle fought, thy bliss begun, And thou art crowned at last. Rest, sweetly rest, Thy tears are wiped away, Thy sighing hushed, thy song begun, And thine eternal day. Sweet, dreamless sleep, The Master said, “Well done!” Thy weary head, upon His breast, Reclined at set of sun. We wait in hope Till Jesus comes again; We’ll meet thee then, to part to no more, Beyond the reach of pain. Belovèd, sleep.

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• [Luk 8:52] Christian’s “good Night”, The

  Sleep on, belovèd, sleep, and take thy rest; Lay down thy head upon the Savior’s breast; We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best— Good night! Good night! Good night! Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep; But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep; Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until the shadows from this earth are cast, Until He gathers in His sheaves at last; Until the twilight gloom be over past— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until the Easter glory lights the skies, Until the dead in Jesus shall arise, And He shall come, but not in lowly guise— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until, made beautiful by love divine, Thou, in the likeness of thy Lord shalt shine, And He shall bring that golden crown of thine— Good night! Good night! Good night! Only “Good night,” belovèd—not “farewell!” A little while, and all His saints shall dwell In hallowed unison indivisible— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until we meet again before His throne, Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own, Until we know even as we are known— Good night! Good night! Good night!

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• [Luk 8:52] Silently The Shades Of Evening

  Silently the shades of evening Gather round my lowly door; Silently they bring before me Faces I shall see no more. O the lost, the unforgotten, Though the world be oft forgot! O the shrouded and the lonely, In our hearts they perish not! Living in the silent hours, Where our spirits only blend, They, unlinked with earthly trouble, We, still hoping for its end. How such holy memories cluster, Like the stars when storms are past, Pointing up to that fair heaven, We may hope to gain at last.

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• [Luk 8:52] Unveil Thy Bosom, Faithful Tomb

  Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust; And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust. Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invades thy bounds, no mortal woes, Can reach the lovely sleeper here, And angels watch her soft repose; Can reach the lovely sleeper here, And angels watch her soft repose. So Jesus slept; God’s dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed: Rest here, fair saint, till from His throne The morning break and pierce the shade; Rest here, fair saint, till from His throne The morning break and pierce the shade. Break from His throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth! His sovereign Word: Restore thy trust: a glorious form She must ascend to meet her Lord; Restore thy trust: a glorious form She must ascend to meet her Lord!

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• [Luk 8:52] We Cannot Think Of Them As Dead

  We cannot think of them as dead Who walk with us no more; Along the path of life we tread— They have but gone before. The Father’s house is mansioned fair Beyond our vision dim; All souls are His, and here or there Are living unto Him. But still their silent ministries Within our hearts have place, As when on earth they walked with us And met us face to face. Ours are they by an ownership Nor time nor death can free; For God hath given love to keep Its own eternally.

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• [Luk 8:52] Why Do We Mourn Departing Friends?

  Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death’s alarms? ’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to His arms. Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow To keep us from our love. Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. The graves of all His saints He blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head? Thence He arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, At the great rising day. Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground; Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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Luke 15:24

• [Luk 15:24] Abba, Father! We Approach Thee

  “Abba, Father!” We approach Thee In our Savior’s precious Name; We, Thy children, here assembled, Now Thy promised blessing claim; From our sins His blood hath washed us, ’Tis through Him our souls draw nigh, And Thy Spirit, too, hath taught us, “Abba, Father,” thus to cry. Once as prodigals we wandered In our folly far from Thee, But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding, Rescued us from misery; Thou Thy prodigals hast pardoned, Kissed us with a Father’s love, Spread the festive board, and called us, E’er to dwell with Thee above. Clothed in garments of salvation, At Thy table is our place, We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest, In the riches of Thy grace; “It is meet,” we hear Thee saying, “We should merry and be glad, I have found My once lost children, Now they live who once were dead.” “Abba, Father!” all adore Thee, All rejoice in Heav’n above, While in us they learn the wonders Of Thy wisdom, grace, and love; Soon before Thy throne assembled, All Thy children shall proclaim, “Glory, everlasting glory, Be to God and to the Lamb!”

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• [Luk 15:24] Calling The Prodigal

  God is calling the prodigal, come without delay, Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee. Tho’ you’ve wandered so far from His presence, come today, Hear His loving voice calling still. Refrain Calling now for thee, O weary prodigal, come; Calling now for thee, O weary prodigal, come. Patient, loving and tenderly still the Father pleads, Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee; Oh! return while the Spirit in mercy intercedes, Hear His loving voice calling still. Refrain Come, there’s bread in the house of the Father, and to spare, Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee; Lo! the table is spread and the feast is waiting there, Hear His loving voice calling still. Refrain

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Luke 24:5

• [Luk 24:5] Easter, Joyous Easter

  Easter, joyous Easter, holy happy time! Bells ring out their message, joy in every chime; Sweetly through their music, faint an echo swells, Voices seem to mingle with the bells. (Glad Easter bells.) Refrain Seek ye not the living here among the dead; Christ the Lord is risen, risen as He said; Blessèd reassurance, gone the weary night, Christ is risen! Easter breaks in floods of light! Voices in a garden, near a rock-hewn tomb, Gracious heav’nly voices, cheering earth’s dark gloom; Voices from the glory, sent from thence to tell, Jesus lives again! Immanuel! (Immanuel!) Refrain Other voices echo, through the Easter chime One above all others, speaks with pow’r sublime; Tender words of comfort, peace and love profound, O’er the world today His words resound. (His words resound.) Refrain

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• [Luk 24:5] Hallelujah! Jesus Lives!

  Hallelujah! Jesus lives! He is now the Living One; From the gloomy halls of death Christ, the conqueror, has gone, Bright forerunner to the skies Of His people, yet to rise. Jesus lives! Why do you weep? Why that sad and mournful sigh? He who died our Brother here Lives our Brother still on high. Lives forever to bestow Blessings on His church below. Jesus lives! And thus, my soul, Life eternal waits for you; Joined to Him, your living head, Where He is, you shall be, too; With the Lord, at His right hand, As a victor you shall stand. Jesus lives! Let all rejoice. Praise Him, ransomed of the earth. Praise Him in a nobler song, Cherubim of heavenly birth. Praise the victor King, whose sway Sin and death and hell obey. Jesus lives! To Him my heart Draws with ever new delight. Earthly vanities, depart, Hinder not my heavenward flight. Let this spirit ever rise To its Magnet in the skies. Hallelujah! Angels, sing! Join with us in hymns of praise. Let your chorus swell the strain Which our feebler voices raise; Glory to our God above And on earth His peace and love!

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• [Luk 24:5] Ye Fainting Souls, Lift Up Your Eyes

  Ye fainting souls, lift up your eyes To where the morning lights the skies! The awful shadows flee away Before the swift advancing day. The Lord is ris’n; He could not die; He lives for you eternally; And by His victory o’er the grave His people He will surely save! No longer mourn your seeming loss; No longer weep before the cross, Nor search the darkness of the tomb; While overheard the morn has come! Now what shall harm your joyful souls While your Redeemer all controls? No night shall hide again His face; No grave shall be His resting place.

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