Matthew 9:28

• [Mat 9:28] Believe Ye That I Am Able?

  The blind men to Jesus cried out by the way, Beseeching in darkness for light; “Oh help, Son of David, have mercy, we pray, And grant us the blessing of sight.” Refrain “Believe ye that I am able, able to do this? According unto your faith be it unto you.” O Christian, so weary of sorrow and sin, Your darkness will vanish away; His light like the glory of noontide, shine in— To you He is saying today, Refrain Oh wand’rer if you would a blessing receive, He’s passing, oh do not delay; But answer Him quickly, “Yea, Lord, I believe,” To you He is saying today, Refrain The same Son of David is healing today, All those who upon Him call; Yes, Jesus of Nazareth is passing this way, He’s saying to us, one and all, Refrain

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Matthew 12:41

• [Mat 12:41] As Jonah, Issuing From His Three Days’ Tomb

  As Jonah, issuing from his three days’ tomb, At length was cast, uninjured, on the earth; So, from the virgin’s unpolluted womb Th’incarnate Word, That dwelt there, had His birth: For He, who knew no taint of mortal stain, Willed that His mother spotless should remain. Christ comes, incarnate God, amongst us now, Begotten of the Father ere the day: And He, to Whom the sinless legions bow, Lies cradled, ’midst unconscious beasts on hay: And, by His homely swaddling-bands girt in, Looses the many fetters of our sin. Now the new Child of Adam’s race draws nigh, To us, the faithful, giv’n: This, this is He That shall the Father of eternity, The Angel of the Mighty Counsel, be: This the eternal God, by Whose strong hands The fabric of the world supported stands.

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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 20:22

• [Mat 20:22] Son Of God Goes Forth To War, The

  The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain; His blood red banner streams afar: Who follows in His train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train. That martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train? A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the Spirit came; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant’s brandished steel, The lion’s gory mane; They bowed their heads the death to feel: Who follows in their train? A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Savior’s throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of Heav’n, Through peril, toil and pain; O God, to us may grace be given, To follow in their train.

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Matthew 21:15-16

• [Mat 21:15] Hosanna We Sing

  Hosanna we sing, like the children dear, In the olden days when the Lord lived here; He blessed little children, and smiled on them, While they chanted His praise in Jerusalem. Alleluia we sing, like the children bright, With their harps of gold and their raiment white, As they follow their Shepherd with loving eyes, Through the beautiful valleys of Paradise. Hosanna we sing, for He bends His ear, And rejoices the hymns of His own to hear; We know that His heart will never wax cold To the lambs that He feeds in His earthly fold. Alleluia we sing in the Church we love, Alleluia resounds in the Church above, To Thy little ones, Lord, may such grace be given, That we lose not our part in the song of Heav’n.

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• [Mat 21:16] Can A Little Child Like Me

  Can a little child like me Thank the Father fittingly? Yes, oh yes! be good and true, Faithful, kind, in all you do; Love the Lord, and do your part; Learn to say with all your heart, Father, we thank Thee, Father, we thank Thee, Father in Heaven, we thank Thee. For the fruit upon the tree For the birds that sing of Thee, For the earth in beauty dressed, Father, mother, and the rest, For Thy precious, loving care, For Thy bounty everywhere, Refrain For the sunshine warm and bright, For the day and for the night, For the lessons of our youth— Honor, gratitude and truth, For the love that met us here, For the home and for the cheer, Refrain For our comrades and our plays, And our happy holidays, For the joyful work and true That a little child might do, For our lives but just begun, For the great gift of Thy Son, Refrain

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• [Mat 21:16] Children Sing

  Children sing, gladly sing, Hallelujahs to our King; Lord of all, great and small, At His feet with rapture fall; Children sing, He is near, Bending still His gracious ear; Trust in Him, O rejoice! Praise the Lord with heart and voice. Refrain Then sing, gladly sing. Sing, gladly sing. Till the heav’nly arches ring, Till you hear the saints above, Praising God, for He is love. Journey on hand in hand, Singing to the promised land, There is rest, there is rest, In the kingdom of the blest; Children sing, gladly sing, Till the heav’nly arches ring, Till you hear saints above, Praising God, for He is love. Refrain Children sing, when the light Wakes the rosy morning bright, When the birds’ tuneful lay, Hails with joy the op’ning day, Praise the Lord, He has made Verdant lawn and forest shade. Children sing, gladly sing, Hallelujahs to our King. Refrain Children sing! who can tell If the song you love so well, May not reach one whose heart Longs to choose the better part? Stealing soft, like the sigh Of a zephyr passing by, Children sing, ever sing, Loudest praise to God our King. Refrain

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• [Mat 21:16] Come, Children, Raise Your Voices

  Come, children; raise your voices! The King of Love comes from above, The heavenly host rejoices. The Babe lies in the manger; God seeks His own, by angels known, But unto men a Stranger. Though weak and helpless lying, From Him is giv’n through earth and Heav’n New life, and peace undying. But who on earth do greet Him? A shepherd band with staff in hand Sets forth by night to meet Him. And lo! from eastward riding The wise men three; the star they see, And follow it confiding. Oh, Hope of all the ages! May we find grace to claim our place Where shepherds kneel and sages.

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• [Mat 21:16] Hark! Hark! The Song

  Hark! hark! the song from youthful voices breaking, Fresh from the heart its tuneful numbers flow; How sweet the song of happy children marching, Praising the Savior as they onward go. Refrain Hark! hark! the song of holy adoration, Glory to Jesus, our eternal King; Praise ye His Name, exalt Him in the highest, Now and forever shall the anthem ring. Hark! hark! the song, the grand old story telling, Oh, how it swells and echoes far away; Life, love and joy, through Him who hath redeemed us, Freely is offered in His Name today. Refrain Sing, children sing; the song you now are waking, Long, long ago on Judah’s plain began; When from the sky was heard the midnight chorus, Peace from our Father and good-will to men. Refrain Sing, children sing, ’till forward still advancing, Rank after rank the royal standard wave; Sing, gladly sing, the wonders of His greatness, Jesus the mighty One, the Strong to Save. Refrain

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• [Mat 21:16] Little Children, Rise And Sing

  Little children, rise and sing, (Ring the bells of Christmas) ’Tis the birthday of our King, Blessèd Child of Christmas. In a stable far away (Ring the bells of Christmas) Christ was born that happy day, Blessèd Child of Christmas. Joyful shepherds kneeling there, (Ring the bells of Christmas) Saw the Babe and said in prayer, ‘Blessèd Child of Christmas.’ Bring your gifts to Mary’s Son (Ring the bells of Christmas) God’s own Gift to everyone; Blessèd Child of Christmas.

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• [Mat 21:16] Lord, Thy Children Lowly Bending

  Lord, Thy children lowly bending, Bow before Thy throne; Praise from youthful lips ascending Wilt Thou deign to own? Wilt Thou hear us while we bless Thee, And confess Thee God alone? Yes, Thou wilt, for Thou dost love us, Cam’st for us to die; Bending from Thy throne above us, With a pitying eye, Well we know that Thou art near us, And will hear us when we cry. Then our humble praises bringing, We will seek Thy face; Hymns with grateful voices singing In this hallowed place. We will dare to come before Thee, And adore Thee, Lord of grace.

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• [Mat 21:16] Praise Him, All Ye Little Children

  Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love; Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love. Love Him, love Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love; Love Him, love Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love. Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love; Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love.

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• [Mat 21:16] Sing To The Lord The Children’s Hymn

  Sing to the Lord the children’s hymn, His gentle love declare, Who bends amid the seraphim To hear the children’s prayer. He at a mother’s breast was fed, Though God’s own Son was He; He learnt the first small words He said At a meek mother’s knee. He held us to His mighty breast, The children of the earth; He lifted up His hands and blessed The babes of human birth. Lo! from the stars His face will turn On us with glances mild; The angels of His presence yearn To bless the little child. Keep us, O Jesus Lord, for Thee, That so by Thy dear grace We, children of the font, may see Our heavenly Father’s face.

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• [Mat 21:16] Wilt Thou Hear The Voice Of Praise?

  Wilt Thou hear the voice of praise Which the little children raise, Thou Who art, from endless days, Glorious God of all? While the circling year has sped, Thou hast heavenly blessings shed, Like the dew, upon each head; Still on Thee we call. Still Thy constant care bestow; Let us each in wisdom grow, And in favor while below, With the God above. In our hearts the Spirit mild, Which adorned the Savior Child, Gently soothe each impulse wild To the sway of love. Thine example, kept in view, Jesus, help us to pursue; Lead us all our journey through By Thy guiding hand; And when life on earth is o’er, Where the blest dwell evermore, May we praise Thee and adore, An unbroken band.

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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 24:30-31

• [Mat 24:30] Hail The Sign, The Sign Of Jesus

  Hail the Sign, the Sign of Jesus, Bright and royal Tree! Standard of the Monarch, planted First on Calvary! Refrain Hail the Sign all signs excelling, Hail the Sign all ills dispelling, Hail the Sign hell’s power quelling, Cross of Christ, all hail! Sign the martyrs’ strength and refuge, Sign to saints so dear! Sign of evil men abhorrèd, Sign which devils fear: Refrain Sign which, when the Lord returneth, In the heavens shall be; Sinners quail, while saints with rapture Shall the vision see: Refrain Lo, I sign the Cross of Jesus Meekly on my breast; May it guard my heart when living, Dying be its rest: Refrain In the name of God the Father, Name of God the Son, Name of God the blessèd Spirit, Ever Three in One: Refrain

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• [Mat 24:30] My Lord, What A Morning!

  Refrain My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! O my Lord, what a morning! When the stars begin to fall. You’ll hear a sinner mourn, To wake the nations underground, Looking to my God’s right hand, When the stars begin to fall. Refrain You’ll hear a sinner pray, To wake the nations underground, Looking to my God’s right hand, When the stars begin to fall. Refrain You’ll hear a Christian shout, To wake the nations underground, Looking to my God’s right hand, When the stars begin to fall. Refrain You’ll hear a Christian sing, To wake the nations underground, Looking to my God’s right hand, When the stars begin to fall. Refrain

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• [Mat 24:30] Once More, O Lord, Thy Sign

  Once more, O Lord, Thy sign shall be Upon the heav’ns displayed, And earth and its inhabitants Be terribly afraid: For not, in weakness clad, Thou com’st, Our woes, our sins to bear, But girt with all Thy Father’s might, His judgment to declare. The terrors of that awful day O who can understand? Or who abide, when Thou in wrath Shall lift Thy holy hand? The earth shall quake, the sea shall roar, The sun in heav’n grow pale; But Thou hast sworn, and wilt not change, Thy faithful shall not fail. Then grant us, Savior, so to pass Our time in trembling here, That when upon the clouds of Heav’n Thy glory shall appear, Uplifting high our joyful heads, In triumph we may rise, And enter, with Thine angel train, Thy palace in the skies.

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Matthew 25:10

• [Mat 25:10] Rejoice, Rejoice, Believers

  Rejoice, rejoice, believers, and let your lights appear. The evening is advancing, and darker night is near. The Bridegroom is arising, and soon He draweth nigh. Up, pray, and watch, and wrestle: At midnight comes the cry. See that your lamps are burning; replenish them with oil. And wait for your salvation, the end of earthly toil. The watchers on the mountain proclaim the Bridegroom near. Go meet Him as He cometh, with alleluias clear. O wise and holy virgins, now raise your voices higher, Until in songs of triumph ye meet the angel choir. The marriage feast is waiting, the gates wide open stand; Rise up, ye heirs of glory, the Bridegroom is at hand. Our hope and expectation, O Jesus, now appear! Arise, Thou Sun so longed for, over this benighted sphere! With hearts and hands uplifted, we plead, O Lord, to see The day of earth’s redemption that brings us unto Thee. Ye saints, who here in patience your cross and sufferings bore, Shall live and reign forever, when sorrow is no more. Around the throne of glory the Lamb ye shall behold; In triumph cast before Him your diadems of gold!

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• [Mat 25:10] Sleepers, Wake! The Watch Cry Pealeth

  “Sleepers, wake!” the watch cry pealeth, While slumber deep each eyelid sealeth: Awake, Jerusalem, awake! Midnight’s solemn hour is tolling, And seraph-notes are onward rolling; They call on us our part to take. Come forth, ye virgins wise: The Bridegroom comes, arise! Alleluia! Each lamp be bright with ready light To grace the marriage feast tonight. Zion hears the voice that singeth With sudden joy her glad heart springeth, At once she wakes, she stands arrayed: Her Light is come, her Star ascending, Lo, girt with truth, with mercy blending, Her Bridegroom there, so long delayed. All hail! God’s glorious Son, All hail! our joy and crown, Alleluia! The joyful call we answer all, And follow to the bridal hall. Praise to Him Who goes before us! Let men and angels join in chorus, Let harp and cymbal add their sound. Twelve the gates, a pearl each portal: We haste to join the choir immortal Within the Holy City’s bound. Ear ne’er heard aught like this, Nor heart conceived such bliss. Alleluia! We raise the song, we swell the throng, To praise Thee ages all along.

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• [Mat 25:10] Too Late

  Too late? Ah, no, the pulse of life still throbs within thy breast; And while that blessèd spark remains, thy soul may find a rest. The Lord in mercy spares thee yet, His love to thee is great; But do not tempt that love too far, or it may be too late. Refrain Too late, too late, Soon ’twill be too late; Too late, too late, Soon ’twill be too late. He stands, He knocks, He calls, He waits, He tarries at thy heart; Canst thou reject His gracious call? And wilt thou say depart? O, think on what a slender thread this moment hangs thy fate; Arise—admit thy heav’nly Guest, or it may be too late. Refrain Behold His hands, His bleeding side, His crown of thorns behold! And let His arms, extended wide, Thy trembling form enfold. His mercy lengthens out thy days, His love to thee is great; O, do not tempt that love too far, or it may be too late. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:10] Wake, Awake, For Night Is Flying

  Wake, awake, for night is flying; The watchmen on the heights are crying: Awake, Jerusalem, at last! Midnight hears the welcome voices And at the thrilling cry rejoices; Come forth, ye virgins, night is past; The Bridegroom comes, awake; Your lamps with gladness take; Alleluia! And for His marriage feast prepare For ye must go and meet Him there. Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing; She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious. Her Star is risen, her Light is come. Ah come, Thou blessèd One, God’s own belovèd Son: Alleluia! We follow till the halls we see Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee. Now let all the heavens adore Thee, And saints and angels sing before Thee, With harp and cymbal’s clearest tone; Of one pearl each shining portal, Where we are with the choir immortal Of angels round Thy dazzling throne; Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath yet attained to hear What there is ours, but we rejoice and sing to Thee Our hymn of joy eternally.

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• [Mat 25:10] Wake, O Wake, With Tidings Thrilling

  Wake, O wake! with tidings thrilling The watchmen all the air are filling, Arise, Jerusalem, arise! Midnight strikes! no more delaying, “The hour has come!” we hear them saying, Where are ye all, ye virgins wise? The Bridegroom comes in sight, Raise high your torches bright! Alleluya! The wedding swells loud and strong: Go forth and join the festal throng! Sion hears the watchmen shouting, Her heart leaps up with joy undoubting, She stands and waits with eager eyes; See her Friend from Heaven descending, Adorned with truth and grace unending! Her light burns clear, her star doth rise. Now come, Thou precious Crown, Lord Jesu, God’s own Son! Hosanna! Let us prepare to follow there, Where in Thy supper we may share. Every soul in Thee rejoices, From men and from angelic voices Be glory given to Thee alone! Now the gates of pearl receive us, Thy presence never more shall leave us, We stand with angels round Thy throne. Earth cannot give below The bliss Thou dost bestow. Alleluya! Grant us to raise to length of days, The triumph-chorus of Thy praise.

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