Matthew 2:16

• [Mat 2:16] All Hail, Ye Little Martyr Flowers

  All hail, ye little martyr flowers, Sweet rosebuds cut in dawning hours! When Herod sought the Christ to find Ye fell as bloom before the wind. First victims of the martyr bands, With crowns and palms in tender hands, Around the very altar, gay And innocent, ye seem to play. What profited this great offense? What use was Herod’s violence? A Babe survives that dreadful day, And Christ is safely borne away. All honor, laud, and glory be, O Jesus, virgin born, to Thee; All glory, as is ever meet To Father and to Paraclete.

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• [Mat 2:16] Children Of Jerusalem

  Children of Jerusalem Sang the praise of Jesus’ Name: Children, too, of modern days Join to sing the Savior’s praise. Refrain Hark, hark, hark! While infant voices sing, Hark, hark, hark! While infant voices sing Loud hosannas, loud hosannas, Loud hosannas to our King. We are taught to love the Lord, We are taught to read His Word; We are taught the way to Heav’n: Praise for all to God be giv’n. Refrain Parents, teachers, old and young, All unite to swell the song; Higher and yet higher rise, ’Til hosannas fill the skies. Refrain

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• [Mat 2:16] Coventry Carol

  Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child, By, by, lully, lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day This poor Youngling for Whom we sing By, by, lully, lullay? Herod the king, in his raging, Charged he hath this day His men of might, in his own sight, All young children to slay. That woe is me, poor Child for Thee! And ever morn and day For Thy parting neither say nor sing, By, by, lully, lullay. Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child, By, by, lully, lullay.

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• [Mat 2:16] Glory To Thee, O Lord

  Glory to Thee, O Lord, Who, from this world of sin, By cruel Herod’s ruthless sword Those precious ones didst win. Baptized in their own blood, Earth’s untried perils o’er, They passed unconsciously the flood, And safely gained the shore. Glory to Thee for all The ransomed infant band, Who, since that hour have heard Thy call, And reached the quiet land. O that our hearts within, Like theirs, were pure and bright, O that as free from stain of sin We shrank not from Thy sight. Lord, help us every hour Thy cleansing grace to claim; In life to glorify Thy power, In death to praise Thy Name.

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• [Mat 2:16] In Paradise Reposing

  In paradise reposing, By life’s eternal well, The tender lambs of Jesus In greenest pastures dwell. There palms and tiny crownlets Aglow with brightest gem, Bedeck the baby martyrs Who died in Bethlehem. With them the rose-wreathed army Of children undefiled, Who passed through mortal torments For love of Christ the Child; With them in peace unending, With them in joyous mirth, Are all the stainless infants Which since have gone from earth. The angels, once their guardians, Their fellows now in grace, With them, in love adoring, See God the Father’s face. The lullaby to hush them In that eternal rest, Is sweet angelic singing, Their nurses mothers blest. O Jesu, loving Shepherd, Who tenderly dost bear Thy lambs in Thine own bosom, Bring us to join them there.

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• [Mat 2:16] 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 2:16] When Christ Was Born In Bethlehem

  When Christ was born in Bethlehem, Fair peace on earth to bring, In lowly state of love He came To be the children’s King. And round Him, then, a holy band Of children blest was born, Fair guardians of His throne to stand Attendant night and morn. And unto them this grace was giv’n A Savior’s Name to own, And die for Him who out of Heav’n Had found on earth a throne. O blessèd babes of Bethlehem, Who died to save our King, Ye share the martyrs’ diadem, And in their anthem sing! Your lips, on earth that never spake, Now sound th’eternal word; And in the courts of love ye make Your children’s voices heard. Lord Jesus Christ, eternal Child, Make Thou our childhood Thine; That we with Thee the meek and mild May share the love divine.

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Matthew 4:19

• [Mat 4:19] Call Of The Christ, The

  The call of the Christ rings out today, Who will make reply? For labor, or service, or battle fray, Or seeking the lost who have gone astray, O Master, I’m ready to go or stay— Here am I! Refrain Here am I for service, whatsoe’er it be; I am waiting orders, Master, now from Thee; I have heard Thy summons from dark Calvary, And I gladly answer, “Master, here am I!” The call of the Christ rings sweet and clear, Who will make reply? Thy calling, O Master, today I hear, And gladly will follow Thee, far or near; With Thee as my Leader, no harm I fear, Here am I! Refrain The call of the Christ is now for you, Will you make reply? I’m waiting, O Master, Thy will to do; Count me on the side of the brave and true, I’ll follow Thee all of the battle thro’, Here am I! Refrain

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• [Mat 4:19] Full Surrender

  Savior, ’tis a full surrender, All I leave to follow Thee; Thou my Leader and Defender From this hour shalt ever be. Refrain I surrender all! I surrender all! All I have I bring to Jesus, I surrender all. As I come in deep contrition, At this consecrated hour, Hear, O Christ, my heart’s petition, Let me feel the Spirit’s pow’r! Refrain No withholding—full confession; Pleasures, riches, all must flee; Holy Spirit, take possession! I no more, but Thou in me. Refrain Be this theme my song and story, Now and until life is o’er; This my rapture, this my glory, Till I reach the shining shore. Refrain Oh, the joy of full salvation! Oh, the peace of love divine! Oh, the bliss of consecration! I am His, and He is mine. Refrain

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• [Mat 4:19] Jesus Calls Us

  Jesus calls us over the tumult Of our life’s wild, restless, sea; Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, “Christian, follow Me!” As of old Saint Andrew heard it By the Galilean lake, Turned from home and toil and kindred, Leaving all for Jesus’ sake. Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world’s golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying, “Christian, love Me more!” In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, “Christian, love Me more than these!” Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies, Savior may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thine obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all.

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Matthew 9:29

• [Mat 9:29] Claim The Promise

  Never let a shade of care rest on your brow, You can have the Savior’s helping hand just now; He has promised if His Word you will believe, That according to your faith you shall receive. Refrain Claim the promise, plead it o’er and o’er; On His Word lay hold as ne’er before; Claim the promise, plead it o’er and o’er; Let your faith be mightier than e’er before. He has called you in the world to shine for Him, Never need the brightness of your life grow dim; He has promised evermore He will bestow All that you may need to keep your light aglow. Refrain When the erring feet you seek to guide aright From the paths of darkness into His own light, He has promised pow’r to give you from above As you tell the story of His wondrous love. Refrain When at last your service for Him here shall cease, And He bids you rise to realms of endless peace, He has promised your reward on high shall be Far beyond all telling thro’ eternity. Refrain

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Matthew 9:37

• [Mat 9:37] Are You Working?

  Are you working for the Master, Are you toiling day by day? Are you sowing seeds of kindness, For the reapers on the way? Hear you not the Master calling, For glad toilers brave and true? Will you enter now the harvest, For the call is unto you? There’s a work for all, my brother, Sheaves are falling by the way, Go you forth into the harvest, Enter now, without delay.
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• [Mat 9:37] Call For Workers

  In the vineyard of the Lord, There is work for all to do; Will you go and work today, With a purpose strong and true? Refrain Heed the call, brother dear, For workers today; Let your eyes see the need Of workers today. Brother, sister, hear the call! All along, your aid afford, Let us strive to save the lost Strive to save by work and word. Refrain Mark the spirit’s direful fate, Wheresoever sin is found; Come, and lend a helping hand, Let the shackles be unbound. Refrain Oh, for workers strong and brave, Who will lift the banner high; So the lost can see the way, To the mansions in the sky. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] Forth In The Dawn- Light

  Forth in the dawn-light, cool and sweet and tender, While yet the dew-drops tremble on the flowers, Seeking for lab’rers, One doth meekly wander, Calling, still calling thro’ the quiet hours. “Go, work today, the flush of early morning Brightens the east, and day is coming on; Go in the freshness of the day’s adorning, Sure shall your hire be at the set of sun!” Forth while the sun rides higher still in heaven, Forth while the noon-tide’s fervid radiance glows, Forth while the shadows lengthen t’ward the even, Calling for lab’rers, still the Master goes; “Go, work today! oh, wherefore yet delaying, Stand ye still idle as the hours glide on? Go, for the morning waits not for your staying, Sure shall your hire be at the set of sun!” Lord, we have heard Thee in our youth’s glad morning; Lord, we still hear Thee in our noonday prime, Hear Thee, and gladly, ease and pleasure scorning, Gird us for service, lowly yet sublime; Take us, ourselves to Thee we now surrender, Take us, and use us till the day is done, Gather us then in Thy embraces tender, Such let our hire be at the set of sun!

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• [Mat 9:37] Gather In The Sheaves

  In the early morning, Verdant fields adorning, While the golden sunlight Wakes the dewy leaves. Haste we now with gladness, Banish care and sadness; Go and help the reapers Gather in the sheaves. Refrain Gather in the sheaves, Gather in the sheaves, While the voice of nature Sweetest music breathes: Hear the Master calling, Hear the echoes falling; Go and help the reapers, Gather in the sheaves. When the days are brightest, When our hearts are lightest, When the lovely summer Fairest beauty weaves. In the noontide beaming, In the twilight gleaming, Go and help the reapers Gather in the sheaves. Refrain Should our way be dreary, Let us never weary, Earnest, faithful labor Greatest joy receives. Though we toil in sorrow, Soon will dawn the morrow, When we’ll cross the river Bearing home the sheaves. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] Gather The Grain

  O list to the music that floats on the air, The valleys are smiling, the reapers are there; The summer rewards us with plenty again; Then thrust in the sickle and gather the grain. Refrain Gather the grain, gather the grain; Thanks for the sunshine, the dew, and the rain; Sunshine is yielding its harvest again, Then thrust in the sickle and gather the grain. O why should we tarry from labor today? The reapers are calling, and we must away; The sky is unclouded and soft is the wind; The bright sheaves are waving and ready to bind. Refrain We ask of the Master, our strength to renew, Tho’ great is the harvest, the toilers are few; We pray that to others His grace He may give, To work and be faithful as long as they live. Refrain The harvest is passing, to greet us no more, The summer is ending, and soon will be o’er; Our moments neglected, return not again— Now thrust in the sickle and gather the grain. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] Ho! Reapers Of Life’s Harvest

  Ho! reapers of life’s harvest, Why stand with rusted blade, Until the night draws round thee, And day begins to fade? Why stand ye idle, waiting For reapers more to come? The golden morn is passing, Why sit ye idle, dumb? Thrust in your sharpened sickle, And gather in the grain, The night is fast approaching, And soon will come again; The Master calls for reapers, And shall He call in vain? Shall sheaves lie there ungathered, And waste upon the plain? Mount up the heights of wisdom, And crush each error low; Keep back no words of knowledge That human hearts should know. Be faithful to thy mission, In service of thy Lord, And then a golden chaplet Shall be thy just reward.

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• [Mat 9:37] Let Us Away

  Let us away, no longer delay, Morning with joy is bright; Let us away and labor today Out in the fields so white. Refrain Onward, onward, bounding along, Onward, onward, join the busy throng. Shouting, singing, o’er the harvest plain; Joyful, joyful, gather in the grain. Let us away, the message obey, Jesus repeats the call; Come with a will, our mission fulfill, Haste to the work for all. Refrain Let us away, we cannot delay, Harvest will soon be o’er; Moments and hours, like beautiful flow’rs, Soon will return no more. Refrain Let us away, O let us away, Lifting our eyes above; Faithful and true our labor pursue, Trusting a Savior’s love. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] O Still In Accents Sweet And Strong

  O still in accents sweet and strong Sounds forth the ancient word, “More reapers for white harvest fields, More laborers for the Lord.” We hear the call; in dreams no more In selfish ease we lie, But, girded for our Father’s work, Go forth beneath His sky. Where prophets’ word, and martyrs’ blood, And prayers of saints were sown, We, to their labors entering in, Would reap where they have strown. O Thou Whose call our hearts has stirred, To do Thy will we come; Thrust in our sickles at Thy Word, And bear our harvest home.

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• [Mat 9:37] Reapers Are Needed (gabriel)

  Standing in the market places all the season through, Idly saying, “Lord, is there no work that I can do?” O how many loiter, while the Master calls anew— “Reapers! reapers! Who will work today?” Refrain Lift thine eyes and look upon the fields that stand Ripe and ready for the willing gleaner’s hand, Rouse ye, O sleepers!Ye are needed as reapers! Who will be the first to answer,“Master, here am I.” Far and wide the ripened grain is bending low, In the breezes gently waving to and fro, Rouse ye, O sleepers!Ye are needed as reapers! And the golden harvest days are swiftly passing by. Ev’ry sheaf you gather will become a jewel bright In the crown you hope to wear in yonder world of light. Seek the gems immortal that are precious in His sight! “Reapers! reapers! Who will work today?” Refrain Morning hours are passing, and the ev’ning follows fast; Soon the time of reaping will forevermore be past. Empty handed to the Master will you go at last? “Reapers! reapers! Who will work today?” Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] Through The Night Of Doubt And Sorrow

  Through the night of doubt and sorrow Onward goes the pilgrim band, Singing songs of expectation, Marching to the promised land. Clear before us through the darkness Gleams and burns the guiding light: Brother clasps the hand of brother, Stepping fearless through the night. One the light of God’s own presence, O’er His ransomed people shed, Chasing far the gloom and terror, Brightening all the path we tread: One the object of our journey, One the faith which never tires, One the earnest looking forward, One the hope our God inspires. One the strain that lips of thousands Lift as from the heart of one; One the conflict, one the peril One the march in God begun: One the gladness of rejoicing On the far eternal shore, Where the one almighty Father Reigns in love for evermore. Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers, Onward, with the cross our aid! Bear its shame, and fight its battle, Till we rest beneath its shade. Soon shall come the great awaking, Soon the rending of the tomb; Then the scattering of all shadows, And the end of toil and gloom.

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• [Mat 9:37] Your Mission

  If you cannot, on the ocean, sail among the swiftest fleet, Rocking on the highest billows, laughing at the storms you meet, You can stand among the sailors, anchored yet within the bay, You can lend a hand to help them, as they launch their boats away. If you are too weak to journey up the mountain steep and high, You can stand within the valley, while the multitudes go by; You can chant in happy measure, as they slowly pass along; Though they may forget the singer, they will not forget the song. If you have not gold and silver ever ready to command; If you cannot toward the needy reach an ever open hand; You can visit the afflicted, o’er the erring you can weep; You can be a true disciple, sitting at the Savior’s feet. If you cannot, in the conflict prove, yourself a soldier true, If, where fire and smoke are thickest, there’s no work for you to do; When the battlefield is silent, you can go with careful tread, You can bear away the wounded, you can cover up the dead. If you cannot, in the harvest, gather up the richest sheaves, Many a grain both ripe and golden oft the careless reaper leaves; Go and glean among the briars growing rank against the wall, For it may be that their shadow hides the heaviest wheat of all. Do not, then, stand idly waiting, for some greater work to do; Fortune is a lazy goddess, she will never come to you. Go and toil in any vineyard, do not fear to do or dare, If you want a field of labor, you can find it anywhere.

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Matthew 13:3

• [Mat 13:3] Behold A Sower! From Afar

  Behold a Sower! from afar He goeth forth with might; The rolling years His furrows are, His seed, the growing light; For all the just His Word is sown, It springeth up alway; The tender blade is hope’s young dawn, The harvest, love’s new day. O Lord of life, to Thee we lift Our hearts in praise for those, Thy prophets, who have shown Thy gift Of grace that ever grows, Of truth that spreads from shore to shore, Of wisdom’s widening ray, Of light that shineth more and more Unto Thy perfect day. Shine forth, O Light, that we may see, With hearts all unafraid, The meaning and the mystery Of things that Thou hast made; Shine forth, and let the darkling past Beneath Thy beam grow bright; Shine forth, and touch the future vast With Thine untroubled light. Light up Thy Word; the fettered page From killing bondage free; Light up our way; lead forth this age In love’s large liberty. O Light of light! within us dwell, Through us Thy radiance pour, That word and life Thy truths may tell, And praise Thee evermore.

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• [Mat 13:3] Scattering Precious Seed

  Scattering precious seed by the wayside, Scattering precious seed by the hillside; Scattering precious seed o’er the field, wide, Scattering precious seed by the way. Refrain Sowing in the morning, Sowing at the noontide; Sowing in the evening, Sowing the precious seed by the way. Scattering precious seed for the growing, Scattering precious seed, freely sowing, Scattering precious seed, trusting, knowing, Surely the Lord will send it the rain. Refrain Scattering precious seed, doubting never, Scattering precious seed, trusting ever; Sowing the word with prayer and endeavor, Trusting the Lord for growth and for yield. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:3] Sower Went Forth Sowing, The

  The sower went forth sowing, The seed in secret slept Through weeks of faith and patience, Till out the green blade crept; And warmed by golden sunshine, And fed by silver rain, At last the fields were whitened To harvest once again. O praise the heavenly Sower, Who gave the fruitful seed, And watched and watered duly, And ripened for our need. Behold! the heavenly Sower Goes forth with better seed, The Word of sure salvation, With feet and hands that bleed; Here in His Church ’tis scattered, Our spirits are the soil; Then let an ample fruitage Repay His pain and toil. Oh, beauteous is the harvest, Wherein all goodness thrives, And this the true thanksgiving, The first fruits of our lives. Within a hallowed acre He sows yet other grain, When peaceful earth receiveth The dead He died to gain; For though the growth be hidden, We know that they shall rise; Yea even now they ripen In sunny Paradise. O summer land of harvest, O fields forever white With souls that wear Christ’s raiment, With crowns of golden light. One day the heavenly Sower Shall reap where He hath sown, And come again rejoicing, And with Him bring His own; And then the fan of judgment Shall winnow from His floor The chaff into the furnace That flameth evermore. O holy, awful Reaper, Have mercy in the day, Thou puttest in the sickle, And cast us not away.

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Matthew 14:19

• [Mat 14:19] Looking Upward Every Day

  Looking upward every day, Sunshine on our faces; Pressing onward every day Toward the heavenly places; Growing every day in awe, For Thy Name is holy; Learning every day to love With a love more lowly; Walking every day more close To our Elder Brother; Growing every day more true Unto one another; Leaving every day behind Something which might hinder; Running swifter every day; Growing purer, kinder— Lord, so pray we every day: Hear us in Thy pity, That we enter in at last To the holy city.

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