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 3:16

• [Mat 3:16] Come Holy Spirit, Dove Divine (hickok)

  Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, Display Thy glorious grace; Unfold the truth, that it may shine, And show the Savior’s face. Dark error’s cloud from us remove, Which intercepts the light; And give us wisdom still to prove God’s way alone is right. Touch our dull ears with healing power, That we the Lord may hear, And in this glad, this holy hour, May yield Him perfect fear. Within us let His image grow, His will our wills control, Nor other master let us know Of life, or heart, or soul. Make Thou the path of duty plain, Nor from it let us stray; And more may we Christ’s Spirit gain, In service, day by day; That we our mission may fulfill, Our faithful witness give, And seeking ever but His will, May to His glory live. Come, Holy Spirit, come, O come! Perform Thy work of grace; Make our poor hearts Thine honored home, Thy chosen dwelling place. And kindle there love’s heavenly fire, A purifying flame, Consuming every wrong desire, And purging sin’s deep shame.

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• [Mat 3:16] Come, Holy Spirit, Dove Divine (judson)

  Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, On these baptismal waters shine, And teach our hearts, in highest strain, To praise the Lamb for sinners slain. We love Your Name, we love Your laws, And joyfully embrace Your cause; We love Your cross, the shame, the pain, O Lamb of God, for sinners slain. We sink beneath the water’s face, And thank You for Your saving grace; We die to sin and seek a grave With You, beneath the yielding wave. And as we rise with You to live, O let the Holy Spirit give The sealing unction from above, The joy of life, the fire of love.

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• [Mat 3:16] Holy Ghost, Come Down Upon Thy Children

  Refrain Holy Ghost, come down upon Thy children, Give us grace and make us Thine; Thy tender fires within us kindle, Blessèd Spirit, Dove divine. For all within us good and holy Is from Thee, Thy precious gift; In all our joys, in all our sorrows, Wistful hearts to Thee we lift. Refrain For Thou to us art more than Father, More than sister, in Thy love, So gentle, patient, and forbearing, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove. Refrain O we have grieved Thee, gracious Spirit! Wayward, wanton, cold are we; And still our sins, new every morning, Never yet have wearied Thee. Refrain Ah! Sweet Consoler, though we cannot Love Thee as Thou lovest us, Yet if Thou deign’st our hearts to kindle They will not be always thus. Refrain With hearts so vile how dare we venture, King of kings, to love Thee so? And how canst Thou, with such compassion, Bear so long with things so low? Refrain

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• [Mat 3:16] Son Of Man From Jordan Rose, The

  The Son of Man from Jordan rose, And prayed to God above; When lo, the opening heav’ns disclose A swift descending Dove. The Spirit, lighting on His brow, Anoints the Holy One; The Father’s voice declaring, “Thou Art My belovèd Son.” So when, through His baptizing blessed The Font new birth conveys, Man kneels a son of God confessed, Heav’n opens as he prays. Fair innocency, like the dove’s, Invests him, purged from sin; For God the brooding Spirit moves, Directs and rules within. O Christ, whose mercy cleansed our stain With streams of grace divine, Let us not soil the robes again Made white in blood of Thine. Redeemer of a world undone, We praise Thee and adore, Jesu, with God the Father One, And Spirit evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal