Matthew 2:5

• [Mat 2:5] Shine Calm And Bright, Ye Moonbeams Light

  Shine calm and bright, ye moonbeams light, O’er Bethle’em’s town in slumber, O’er young and old, o’er burgess bold, And guests in goodly number; For sheltered safe from winter’s frost, Well housed and warm all lie, Secure from snow in street below, And screened from frozen sky. But Babe benign! No couch is Thine, Save lowly manger stall, Where cold winds blow on Thy form divine, Who comest to save us all. The crowds who sleep in Bethle’em’s walls Both citizen and stranger, From royal blood alike have sprung, And spurn the humble manger. But all one day must wend their way, Heaving their latest sigh, To mortal doom in lonesome tomb, And in corruption lie. But Babe benign! No power malign Shall over Thee bear sway; Thy life of light in the heavens bright Shall glow in eternal day! To us, sweet Babe! Thy lowly crib Than costly couch is dearer, It seems to make Thee more our own, To bring the Godhead nearer! It seems to show Thy sympathy For human grief and pain, And makes us long to raise the song Of Noel o’er again! O Babe benign! Thy love divine Shed round us, day by day; Sweet Child of light! Be Thou our might, Our gentle King for aye!

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Matthew 5:8-9

• [Mat 5:8] Blest Are The Pure In Heart

  Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ’s abode. The Lord, who left the heavens Our life and peace to bring, To dwell in lowliness with men Their Pattern and their King. Still to the lowly soul He doth Himself impart; And for His cradle and His throne Chooseth the pure in heart. Lord, we Thy presence seek; May ours this blessing be; Give us a pure and lowly heart, A temple meet for Thee.

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• [Mat 5:8] Blest Are The Pure, Whose Hearts Are Clean

  Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean, Who never tread the ways of sin; With endless pleasures they shall see A God of spotless purity. Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife, They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace.
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• [Mat 5:8] Look For The Beautiful

  Look for the beautiful, look for the true; Look for the beautiful, life’s journey thro’. Seeking true loveliness, joy you will know, As to the home above onward you go. Refrain Look for the beautiful, seek to find the true, God and the beautiful will dwell with you; Look for the beautiful, seek to find the true, You shall be beautiful, beautiful within. Think of the beautiful, think of the pure; Only the beautiful long can endure. God to His lowly ones “giveth more grace”; None but the pure in heart look on His face. Refrain Speak of the beautiful, speak of the pure; These to eternity fadeless endure. Error shall vanish soon, evil decay; God and the beautiful pass not away. Refrain Look to the stars of light (not down to earth); All that is beautiful there had its birth. Upward and forward go, looking above; There is the dwelling-place of perfect love. Refrain

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• [Mat 5:8] Purer In Heart, O God

  Purer in heart, O God, help me to be; May I devote my life wholly to Thee: Watch Thou my wayward feet, Guide me with counsel sweet; Purer in heart, help me to be. Purer in heart, O God, help me to be; Teach me to do Thy will most lovingly; Be Thou my Friend and Guide, Let me with Thee abide; Purer in heart, help me to be. Purer in heart, O God, help me to be; Until Thy holy face one day I see: Keep me from secret sin, Reign Thou my soul within; Purer in heart, help me to be.

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Matthew 8:25

• [Mat 8:25] When Through The Torn Sail

  When through the torn sail the wild tempest is raging, When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker, “Save, Lord, or we perish.” O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, “Save, Lord, or we perish.” And O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts his wild warfare is waging, Then send down Thy grace Thy redeemèd to cherish Rebuke the destroyer; “Save, Lord, or we perish.”

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Matthew 14:16-17

• [Mat 14:17] Little Is Much When God Is In It

  In the harvest field now ripened There’s a work for all to do; Hark! the voice of God is calling To the harvest calling you. Refrain Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame. There’s a crown—and you can win it, If you go in Jesus’ Name. In the mad rush of the broad way, In the hurry and the strife, Tell of Jesus’ love and mercy, Give to them the Word of Life. Refrain Does the place you’re called to labor Seem too small and little known? It is great if God is in it, And He’ll not forget His own. Refrain Are you laid aside from service, Body worn from toil and care? You can still be in the battle, In the sacred place of prayer. Refrain When the conflict here is ended And our race on earth is run, He will say, if we are faithful, “Welcome home, My child—well done!” Refrain

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Matthew 20:34

• [Mat 20:34] Jesus, Full Of All Compassion

  Jesus, Jesus, full of all compassion, Hear Thy humble suppliant’s cry; Let me know Thy great salvation, See, I languish, faint and die. Guilty, but with heart relenting, Overwhelmed with helpless grief, Prostrate at Thy feet repining, Send, O send me quick relief. Whither should a wretch be flying, But to Him Who comfort gives? Whither, from the dread of dying, But to Him Who ever lives? While I view Thee, wounded, grieving, Breathless, on the cursèd tree, Fain, I’d feel my heart believing, That Thou sufferedst thus for me. With Thy righteousness and Spirit, I am more than angels blest; Heir with Thee, all things inherit, Peace, and joy, and endless rest. Saved! The deed shall spread new glory Through the shining realms above; Angels sing the pleasing story, All enraptured with Thy love.

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