Matthew 18:3

• [Mat 18:3] Child In The Midst, The

  When Jesus was asked by His servants one day Who greatest in Heaven would be, He beckoned a little one to Him and said, “Such only shall enter with Me.” Refrain O Master, redeem us from hardness and pride, And make us a child in Thy sight; With meekness and trust may our bosom be filled, And love guide our actions aright. Tho’ honor and riches may brighten our way, And friends gather round with their cheer, Except we are willing the poorest to serve, No welcome to Heaven we’ll hear. Refrain God blesses the children because they are pure, And all may be such by His grace; Thro’ crosses and cares we may rise to His throne, And shine in the light of His face. Refrain

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Matthew 18:13

• [Mat 18:13] Dear Savior, If These Lambs Should Stray

  Dear Savior, if these lambs should stray, From Thy secure enclosure’s bound, And, lured by worldly joys away, Among the thoughtless crowd be found, Remember still that they are Thine, That Thy dear sacred Name they bear, Think that the seal of love divine The sign of covenant grace they wear. In all their erring, sinful years, Oh, let them ne’er forgotten be; Remember all the prayers and tears Which made them consecrate to Thee. And when these lips no more can pray, These eyes can weep for them no more, Turn Thou their feet from folly’s way, The wanderers to Thy fold restore.

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• [Mat 18:13] Lovingly The Shepherd

  Lovingly the Shepherd, Seeking the lost sheep, Found it tired and hungry On the mountain steep. Refrain Jesus paid the price, great the pain and loss; To redeem the world, at great pain and loss. To redeem the world, to redeem the world, Jesus Christ laid down His life upon the cross. Precious is the lost coin, Sought with love and care, And with joy the owner Found her treasure rare. Refrain Tenderly the Father Welcomes home His son; Though once dead he liveth, Love at last has won. Refrain

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• [Mat 18:13] Ninety And Nine, The

  There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold. But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of gold. Away on the mountains wild and bare. Away from the tender Shepherd’s care. Away from the tender Shepherd’s care. “Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine; Are they not enough for Thee?” But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine Has wandered away from Me; And although the road be rough and steep, I go to the desert to find My sheep, I go to the desert to find My sheep.” But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through Ere He found His sheep that was lost. Out in the desert He heard its cry, Sick and helpless and ready to die; Sick and helpless and ready to die. “Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way That mark out the mountain’s track?” “They were shed for one who had gone astray Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.” “Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?” “They are pierced tonight by many a thorn; They are pierced tonight by many a thorn.” And all through the mountains, thunder riven And up from the rocky steep, There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven, “Rejoice! I have found My sheep!” And the angels echoed around the throne, “Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own! Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal