Matthew 2:11

• [Mat 2:11] Gentle Savior, Day And Night

  Gentle Savior, day and night, Ride three princes great in might, Over mountain, over plain, Thee a-seeking, Thee a-seeking, Over mountain, over plain, Thee a-seeking, gentle Child. Gaspar, Melchior, Bálthăzár, Those three princes from afar, Gold and myrrh, and incense bear For an offering, for an offering, To the sweet and gentle Child, To the sweet and gentle Child. Gentle Savior in the cold, In the dark with gifts of gold, Those three princes at the door Stand a-knocking, stand a-knocking, Thee to worship, gentle Child, Thee to worship, gentle Child. Enter princes, from the night! Here, within, is warmth and light, Jesus smiles, His hands outspreads For the offerings, for the offerings, Praise to Him, the gentle Child, Praise to Him, the gentle Child. Joseph, sweep the stable clean, Strew the straw, though all is mean. Here the temple, here the throne, Here the altar, here the altar, Of our King, this gentle Child, Of our King, this gentle Child.

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• [Mat 2:11] Hail, Thou Source Of Every Blessing

  Hail, Thou Source of every blessing, Sovereign Father of mankind! Gentiles now, Thy grace possessing, In Thy courts admission find. Grateful now we fall before Thee, In Thy Church obtain a place, Now by faith behold Thy glory, Praise Thy truth, adore Thy grace. Once far off, but now invited, We approach Thy sacred throne; In Thy covenant united, Reconciled, redeemed, made one. Now revealed to Eastern sages, See the Star of Mercy shine; Mystery hid in former ages, Mystery great of love divine. Hail, Thou all-inviting Savior! Gentiles now their offerings bring; In Thy temple seek Thy favor, Jesus Christ, our Lord and King. May we, body, soul, and spirit, Live devoted to Thy praise, Glorious realms of bliss inherit, Grateful anthems ever raise!

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• [Mat 2:11] O Chief Of Cities, Bethlehem

  O chief of cities, Bethlehem, Of David’s crown the fairest gem, But more to us than David’s name, In you, as man, the Savior came. Beyond the sun in splendor bright, Above you stands a wondrous light Proclaiming from the conscious skies That here, in flesh, the Godhead lies. The wise men, seeing Him so fair, Bow low before Him, and with prayer Their treasured eastern gifts unfold Of incense, myrrh, and royal gold. The golden tribute owns Him King, But frankincense to God they bring, And last, prophetic sign, with myrrh, They shadow forth His sepulcher. O Jesus, whom the Gentiles see, With Father, Spirit, One in Three: To You, O God, be glory giv’n By saints on earth and saints in Heav’n.

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Matthew 3:11

• [Mat 3:11] Lo! From The Desert Homes

  Lo! from the desert homes Where he hath hid so long, The new Elias comes, In sternest wisdom strong; The voice that cries Of Christ on high, And judgment nigh From opening skies. Your God e’en now doth stand At Heaven’s opening door; His fan is in His hand, And He will purge His floor; The wheat He claims And with Him stows, The chaff He throws To quenchless flames. Ye haughty mountains, bow Your sky-aspiring heads; Ye valleys, hiding low, Lift up your gentle meads; Make His way plain Your king before, For evermore He comes to reign. May Thy dread voice around, Thou harbinger of Light, On our dull ears still sound, Lest here we sleep in night, Till judgment come, And on our path Shall burst the wrath And deathless doom. O God, with love’s sweet might, Who dost anoint and arm Christ’s soldier for the fight, With grace that shields from harm, Thrice blessèd Three Heav’n’s endless days Shall sing Thy praise Eternally.

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Matthew 13:54

• [Mat 13:54] O What Amazing Words Of Grace

  O what amazing words of grace Are in the Gospel found! Suited to every sinner’s case Who knows the joyful sound. Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls Are freely welcome here; Salvation, like a river, rolls Abundant, free and clear. Come, then, with all your wants and wounds; Your every burden bring; Here love, unchanging love, abounds, A deep, celestial spring.
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Matthew 21:41

• [Mat 21:41] In The Vineyard Of Our Father

  In the vineyard of our Father Daily work we find to do; Scattered fruit our hands may gather, Though we are but weak and few; Little clusters Help to fill the basket, too. Toiling early in the morning, Catching moments through the day, Nothing small or lowly scorning, So we work, and watch, and pray; Gathering gladly Free will offerings by the way. Not for selfish praise or glory, Not for objects nothing worth, But to send the blessèd story Of the Gospel o’er the earth, Telling mortals Of our Lord and Savior’s birth. Up and ever at our calling, Till in death our lips are dumb, Or till, sin’s dominion falling, Christ shall in His kingdom come, And His children Reach their everlasting home. Steadfast, then, in our endeavor, Heavenly Father, may we be; And forever, and forever, We will give the praise to Thee; Alleluia! Singing, all eternity.

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Matthew 24:3

• [Mat 24:3] Jesus, Thy Church With Longing Eyes

  Jesus, Thy church with longing eyes For Thine expected coming waits: When will the promised Light arise, And glory beam from Zion’s gates? E’en now, when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o’ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption’s nigh. Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew, Our foes repel, our wrongs redress, Man’s rooted enmity subdue, And crown Thy Gospel with success. O come, and reign o’er every land; Let Satan from his throne be hurled; Let nations bow to Thy command, And grace revive a dying world. Teach us in watchfulness and prayer To wait for the appointed hour; And fit us for Thy grace to share The triumph of Thy conquering power.

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• [Mat 24:3] There Is A Mighty Question

  There is a mighty question we ask when nations rage: Just when will be Christ’s coming, the ending of the age? Take care, said Jesus clearly, for many will appear; They’ll claim to be Messiah, yet people should not fear. For in the days of Noah, the people went along In eating and in drinking, in merriment and song— Then suddenly the world changed with great, surprising power; So too will be Christ’s coming, and no one knows the hour. So keep awake and watchful; salvation is at hand! Our hope is in Christ Jesus, and by God’s grace we stand. The night is almost over, we wait for God’s new day, And through the Holy Spirit, we follow Jesus’ way. Be ready in your living, for when you feed the poor, Or give to thirsty children the water they long for, And when you welcome strangers and help the ones in need, Christ says: “Receive my kingdom, for you are serving me.”

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• [Mat 24:3] ’tis Almost Time For The Lord To Come

  ’Tis almost time for the Lord to come, I hear the people say; The stars of heaven are growing dim, It must be the breaking of the day. Refrain O it must be the breaking of the day! O it must be the breaking of the day! The night is almost gone, The day is coming on; O it must be the breaking of the day! The signs foretold in the sun and moon, In earth and sea and sky, Aloud proclaim to all mankind, The coming of the Master draweth nigh. Refrain It must be time for the waiting church To cast her pride away, With girded loins and burning lamps, To look for the breaking of the day. Refrain Go quickly out in the streets and lanes And in the broad highway, And call the maimed, the halt, and blind, To be ready for the breaking of the day. Refrain

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Matthew 25:21

• [Mat 25:21] Hark! A Voice Divides The Sky

  Hark! A voice divides the sky, happy are the faithful dead! In the Lord who sweetly die, they from all their toils are freed; Them the Spirit hath declared blessed, unutterably blessed; Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless rest. Followed by their works, they go where their Head has gone before; Reconciled by grace below, grace has opened mercy’s door; Justified through faith alone, here they knew their sins forgiven, Here they laid their burden down, hallowed, and made fit for heaven. Who can now lament the lot of a saint in Christ deceased? Let the world, who know us not, call us hopeless and unblessed: When from flesh the spirit freed hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, “A man is dead!” Angels sing, “A child is born!” Born into the world above, they our happy brother greet, Bear him to the throne of love, place him at the Savior’s feet; Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done, good and faithful servant thou; Enter, and receive thy crown, reign with Me triumphant now.” Angels catch the approving sound, bow, and bless the just award; Hail the heir with glory crowned, now rejoicing with his Lord: Fuller joys ordained to know, waiting for the general doom, When the archangel’s trump shall blow, “Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!”

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• [Mat 25:21] Is He Satisfied With Me?

  I am satisfied with Jesus, But a question comes to me As I ponder o’er His goodness, Is He satisfied with me? Refrain Is my Master satisfied, Is He satisfied with Me? I am satisfied with Jesus; Is He satisfied with me? Am I kind in word, and tender, Am I all I ought to be, Am I always His defender: Is He satisfied with me? Refrain Do I tell the blessèd story Of the Christ on Calvary, Doing all for His own glory: Is He satisfied with me? Refrain

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• [Mat 25:21] Servant Of God, Well Done! (montgomery)

  “Servant of God, well done! Rest from thy loved employ; The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master’s joy.” The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear; A mortal arrow pierced his frame: He fell, but felt no fear. Tranquil amid alarms, It found him on the field, A veteran, slumbering on his arms, Beneath his red cross shield. His sword was in his hand, Still warm with recent fight, Ready that moment, at command, Through rock and steel to smite. The pains of death are past, Labor and sorrow cease; And, life’s long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done! Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Savior’s joy.

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Matthew 25:23

• [Mat 25:23] Come, Labor On

  Come, labor on! Who dares stand idle, on the harvest plain While all around him waves the golden grain? And to each servant does the Master say, “Go work today.” Come, labor on! Claim the high calling angels cannot share— To young and old the Gospel gladness bear; Redeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly. The night draws nigh. Come, labor on! The enemy is watching night and day, To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away; While we in sleep our duty have forgot, He slumbered not. Come, labor on! Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear! No arm so weak but may do service here: By feeblest agents may our God fulfill His righteous will. Come, labor on! No time for rest, till glows the western sky, Till the long shadows o’er our pathway lie, And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, “Well done, well done!” Come, labor on! The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure; Blessèd are those who to the end endure; How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be, O Lord, with Thee!

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• [Mat 25:23] Servant Of God, Well Done! (wesley)

  Servant of God, well done! Thy glorious warfare’s past; The battle’s fought, the race is won, And thou art crowned at last. Of all thy heart’s desire Triumphantly possessed; Lodged by the ministerial choir In thy Redeemer’s breast. In condescending love, Thy ceaseless prayer He heard; And bade thee suddenly remove To thy complete reward. Ready to bring the peace, Thy beauteous feet were shod, When mercy signed thy soul’s release, And caught thee up to God. With saints enthroned on high, Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry, Salvation to the Lamb! O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll, Thou seest Thy Savior’s face. Redeemed from earth and pain, Ah! when shall we ascend, And all in Jesus’ presence reign With our translated friend? Come, Lord, and quickly come! And, when in Thee complete, Receive Thy longing servants home, To triumph at Thy feet.

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Matthew 28:7

• [Mat 28:7] Day Of Resurrection, Then

  The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad; The Passover of gladness, the Passover of God. From death to life eternal, from earth unto the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over, with hymns of victory. Our hearts be pure from evil, that we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal of resurrection light; And listening to His accents, may hear, so calm and plain, His own “All hail!” and, hearing, may raise the victor strain. Now let the heavens be joyful! Let earth the song begin! Let the round world keep triumph, and all that is therein! Let all things seen and unseen their notes in gladness blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen, our joy that hath no end.

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• [Mat 28:7] His Cheering Message From The Grave

  His cheering message from the grave An angel to the women gave: “Full soon your Master ye shall see; He goes before to Galilee.” But while with flying steps they press To bear the news, all eagerness, Their Lord, the living Lord, they meet, And prostrate fall to kiss His feet. So when His mourning followers heard The tidings of that faithful word, Quick went they forth to Galilee, Their loved and lost once more to see. On that fair day of Paschal joy The sunshine was without alloy, When to their very eyes restored They looked upon the risen Lord. The wounds before their eyes displayed They see in living light arrayed, And that they see they testify In open witness fearlessly. O Christ, the King of gentleness, Our several hearts do Thou possess, They we may render all our days Thy meed of thankfulness and praise. Maker of all, to Thee we pray, Fulfill in us Thy joy today; When death assails, grant, Lord, that we May share Thy Paschal victory. To Thee Who, dead, again dost live, All glory, Lord, Thy people give; All glory, as is ever meet, To Father and to Paraclete.

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• [Mat 28:7] Light’s Glittering Morn Bedecks The Sky

  Light’s glittering morn bedecks the sky; Heav’n thunders forth its victor cry; The glad earth shouts her triumph high, And groaning hell makes wild reply. While He, the King, the mighty King, Despoiling death of all its sting, And, trampling down the powers of night, Brings forth His ransomed saints to light. His tomb of late the threefold guard Of watch and stone and seal had barred; But now, in pomp and triumph high, He comes from death to victory. The pains of hell are loosed at last; The days of mourning now are past; An angel robed in light hath said, “The Lord is risen from the dead.” Th’Apostles’ hearts were full of pain For their dear Lord so lately slain, By rebel servants doomed to die A death of cruel agony. With gentle voice the angel gave The women tidings at the grave; “Fear not, your Master shall ye see; He goes before to Galilee.” Then, hastening on their eager way The joyful tidings to convey, Their Lord they met, their living Lord, And falling at His feet adored. Th’Eleven, when they hear, with speed To Galilee forthwith proceed, That there once more they may behold The Lord’s dear face, as He foretold.

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• [Mat 28:7] O Sons And Daughters, Let Us Sing!

  O sons and daughters, let us sing! The King of Heaven, the glorious King, Over death today rose triumphing. Alleluia! Alleluia! That Easter morn, at break of day, The faithful women went their way To seek the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia! Alleluia! An angel clad in white they see, Who sat, and spake unto the three, “Your Lord doth go to Galilee.” Alleluia! Alleluia! That night th’apostles met in fear; Amidst them came their Lord most dear, And said, “My peace be on all here.” Alleluia! Alleluia! When Thomas first the tidings heard, How they had seen the risen Lord, He doubted the disciples’ word. Alleluia! Alleluia! “My piercèd side, O Thomas, see; My hands, My feet, I show to thee; Not faithless but believing be.” Alleluia! Alleluia! No longer Thomas then denied; He saw the feet, the hands, the side; “Thou art my Lord and God,” he cried. Alleluia! Alleluia! How blessed are they who have not seen, And yet whose faith has constant been; For they eternal life shall win. Alleluia! Alleluia! On this most holy day of days Our hearts and voices, Lord, we raise To Thee, in jubilee and praise. Alleluia! Alleluia!

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