Luke 9:23

• [Luk 9:23] Believe Not Those Who Say

  Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou should stumble in the way, And faint before the truth. It is the only road Unto the realms of joy; But he who seeks that blest abode Must all his powers employ. To labor and to love, To pardon and endure, To lift thy heart to God above, And keep thy conscience pure. Be this thy constant aim, Thy hope, thy chief delight, What matter who should whisper blame Or who should scorn or slight. What matters—if God approve, And if within thy breast, Thou feel the comfort of His love, The earnest of His rest?

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 9:23] Master, We Thy Footsteps Follow

  Master, we Thy footsteps follow, We Thy Word obey, Hear us, Thy dear Name confessing, While we pray. Now into Thy death baptizèd, We ourselves would be Dead to all the sin that made Thy Calvary. Rising with Thee, make us like Thee, In Thy love and care, In Thy zeal, and in Thy labor, And Thy prayer. Let the love that knows no failing Cast out all our fears, Let Thy pure and faithful Spirit Fill our years. Till we hear the trumpets sounding On the other side, And forever, in Thy Heaven We abide.

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• [Luk 9:23] No Cross For Me?

  No cross for me, O blessèd Lord and Savior? No cross for me, when Thou Thine own didst bear, At midnight hour within the garden kneeling, While pitying stars beheld Thy anguish there. Refrain There is a cross, and gladly I accept it; There is a warfare with a host of sin; But Thou has op’d the gate of life eternal, And Thou wilt let Thine own dear children in. No cross for me, when Thou the King of glory, The Well-Beloved, the Father’s only Son, Didst with Thy blood atone for all transgressions? For Thou hast tasted death for ev’ry one. Refrain No cross for me? shall I on Pisgah’s mountain Content abide, from care and trial free? Ah, no, but thro’ the wilderness of sorrow, Tho’ pierced with thorns, my feet shall follow Thee! Refrain “Take up the cross if thou art My disciple!” Deep in my soul I hear Thy words of love: “Take up the cross, and when the war is over, Home, rest, and crown, with endless joy above!” Refrain

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Luke 24:27

• [Luk 24:27] In Thy Glorious Resurrection

  In Thy glorious resurrection, Lord, we see a world’s erection, Man in Thee is glorified. Bliss, for which the patriarchs panted, Joys, by holy psalmists chanted, Now in Thee are verified. Oracles of former ages, Veiled in dim prophetic pages, Now lie open to the sight; Now the types, which glimmered darkling In the twilight gloom, are sparkling, In the blaze of noonday light. Isaac from the wood is risen; Joseph issues from the prison; See the Paschal Lamb which saves; Israel through the sea is landed, Pharaoh and his hosts are stranded, And o’erwhelmèd in the waves. See the cloudy pillar leading, Rock refreshing, manna feeding; Joshua fights and Moses prays; See the lifted wave-sheaf, cheering Pledge of harvest-fruits appearing, Joyful dawn of happy days. Samson see at night uptearing Gaza’s brazen gates, and bearing To the top of Hebron’s hill; Jonah comes from stormy surges, From his three-days’ grave emerges, Bids beware of coming ill. So Thy resurrection’s glory Sheds a light on ancient story; And it casts a forward ray, Beacon light of solemn warning, To the dawn of that great morning Ushering in the judgment day. Ever since Thy death and rising Thou the nations art baptizing In Thy death’s similitude; Dead to sin, and ever dying, And our members mortifying, May we walk with life renewed! Forth from Thy first Easter going, Sundays are for ever flowing Onward to a boundless sea; Lord, may they for Thee prepare us, On a holy river bear us To a calm eternity!

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• [Luk 24:27] Come Then, Thou Prophet Of The Lord

  Come then, Thou Prophet of the Lord, Thou great Interpreter divine, Explain Thine own transmitted Word: To teach, and to inspire is Thine; Thou only canst Thyself reveal: Open the Book, and loose the seal. Whate’er the ancient prophets spoke Concerning Thee, O Christ, make known, Sole subject of the sacred Book, Thou fillest all, and Thou alone; Yet there our Lord we cannot see, Unless Thy Spirit lends the key. Now, Jesu, now the veil remove, The folly of our darkened heart; Unfold the wonders of Thy love, The knowledge of Thyself impart; Our ear, our inmost soul we bow; Speak, Lord, Thy servants hearken now. Make not as Thou wouldst farther go, Our Friend, and Counselor, and Guide, But stay, the path of life to show, Still with our souls vouchsafe t’abide, Constrained by Thy own mercy stay, Nor leave us at the close of day. Come in, with Thy disciples sit, Nor suffer us to ask in vain, Nourish us, Lord, with living meat, Our souls with heavenly bread sustain; Break to us now the mystic bread, And bid us on Thy body feed. Honor the means ordained by Thee, The great unbloody sacrifice, The deep tremendous mystery; Thyself in our enlightened eyes Now in the broken bread made known And show us Thou art all our own.

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  source: Cyberhymnal