Matthew 1:20

• [Mat 1:20] Joseph Dearest

  “Joseph dearest, Joseph mine, Help me cradle the Child divine; God reward thee and all that’s thine In paradise,” so prays the mother Mary. Refrain He came among us at Christmastide, At Christmastide, in Bethlehem; Men shall bring Him from far and wide Love’s diadem: Jesus, Jesus, Lo, He comes, and loves, and saves, and frees us! “Gladly, dear one, lady mine, Help I cradle this child of thine; God’s own light on us both shall shine In paradise, as prays the mother Mary.” Refrain

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• [Mat 1:20] While The World Awaited

  While the world awaited God’s redeeming love— Came to Joseph, dreaming, Gabriel from above: “God would have you take this virgin as your wife, For the Child within her is the Lord of Life!” Lo! the weary Family travels on its way To the Holy City for the night to stay. Called for an accounting unto Bethlehem— There would the Messiah bloom from Jesse’s stem. Since there was no place for them to settle down— They, with beasts of burden, rested on the ground. And in David’s City early that next morn, Clothed in human vesture, Word of God was born. Jesus Christ, our Savior—born upon this day: Ox and ass surround Your bed of golden hay. In the humble stable, manger for Your rest— Sleep now, infant Jesus, as the world is blest!

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Matthew 27:64

• [Mat 27:64] Sealed Was The Tomb

  Sealed was the tomb, guarded by soldiers, Brightly the moonlight shone around; Roadway and hill gleamed in the brightness, Flooded with light the garden’s bound. Brighter the light seen ’neath the olives; Forms bright as sunlight, ’mid the trees, Soldiers were there, clad as for warfare; Lo! they are gone, and who are these? See yonder, hast’ning to the city, The trembling soldiers in terror go! Earthquake astounding, strange light surrounding, Drive them away these things to show. Refrain O wonderful light in the garden, That fadeth not away! The King Who was laid in the shadow With vict’ry is crowned this glorious day. Darkly they plan; falsely as darkly, Stories that He was borne away— Borne by His friends, poor weak disciples, Stol’n when the moon was bright as day! Soldiers of Rome ne’er slept on duty, False was the tale for silver told; Death could not hold that mighty Victor! Lift up your heads, ye gates of gold! The morn of glory hath awakened, And death no longer holds boundless pow’r; Empty the prison, Jesus has risen; Time hath no richer, grander hour. Refrain

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