Matthew 3:11

• [Mat 3:11] Lo! From The Desert Homes

  Lo! from the desert homes Where he hath hid so long, The new Elias comes, In sternest wisdom strong; The voice that cries Of Christ on high, And judgment nigh From opening skies. Your God e’en now doth stand At Heaven’s opening door; His fan is in His hand, And He will purge His floor; The wheat He claims And with Him stows, The chaff He throws To quenchless flames. Ye haughty mountains, bow Your sky-aspiring heads; Ye valleys, hiding low, Lift up your gentle meads; Make His way plain Your king before, For evermore He comes to reign. May Thy dread voice around, Thou harbinger of Light, On our dull ears still sound, Lest here we sleep in night, Till judgment come, And on our path Shall burst the wrath And deathless doom. O God, with love’s sweet might, Who dost anoint and arm Christ’s soldier for the fight, With grace that shields from harm, Thrice blessèd Three Heav’n’s endless days Shall sing Thy praise Eternally.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 7:11

• [Mat 7:11] O Thou That Hearest Prayer

  O Thou that hearest prayer, Attend our humble cry, And let Thy servants share Thy blessing from on high: We plead the promise of Thy Word; Grant us Thy Holy Spirit, Lord. If earthly parents hear Their children when they cry, If they, with love sincere, Their children’s wants supply, Much more wilt Thou Thy love display, And answer when Thy children pray. Our heavenly Father, Thou! We, children of Thy grace! O let Thy Spirit now Descend, and fill the place; That all may feel the heavenly flame, And all unite to praise Thy Name. O may that sacred Fire, Descending from above, Our quickened hearts inspire With fervent zeal and love, Enlighten our beclouded eyes, And teach our earth-bound souls to rise. And send Thy Spirit down On all the nations, Lord, With great success to crown The preaching of Thy Word; Till heathen lands shall own Thy sway, And cast their idol-gods away.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 8:26

• [Mat 8:26] I Feel The Winds Of God Today

  I feel the winds of God today; today my sail I lift, Though heavy, oft with drenching spray, and torn with many a rift; If hope but light the water’s crest, and Christ my bark will use, I’ll seek the seas at His behest, and brave another cruise. It is the wind of God that dries my vain regretful tears, Until with braver thoughts shall rise the purer, brighter years; If cast on shores of selfish ease or pleasure I should be; Lord, let me feel Thy freshening breeze, and I’ll put back to sea. If ever I forget Thy love and how that love was shown, Lift high the blood red flag above; it bears Thy Name alone. Great Pilot of my onward way, Thou wilt not let me drift; I feel the winds of God today, today my sail I lift.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 17:4

• [Mat 17:4] Stay, Master, Stay Upon This Heavenly Hill

  Stay, Master, stay, upon this heavenly hill; A little longer, let us linger still; With all the mighty ones of old beside, Near to God’s holy presence still abide; Before the throne of light we trembling stand, And catch a glimpse into the spirit land. Stay, Master, stay! we breathe a purer air; This life is not the life that waits us there; Thoughts, feelings, flashes, glimpses come and go; We cannot speak them—nay, we do not know; Wrapped in this cloud of light we seem to be The thing we fain would grow—eternally. “No!” saith the Lord, “the hour is past,” we go; Our home, our life, our duties lie below. While here we kneel upon the mount of prayer, The plough lies waiting in the furrow there! Here we sought God that we might know His will; There we must do it, serve Him, seek Him still. If man aspires to reach the throne of God, O’er the dull plains of earth must lie the road; He who best does his lowly duty here, Shall mount the highest in a nobler sphere: At God’s own feet our spirits seek their rest, And he is dearest Him who serves Him best.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 25:21

• [Mat 25:21] Hark! A Voice Divides The Sky

  Hark! A voice divides the sky, happy are the faithful dead! In the Lord who sweetly die, they from all their toils are freed; Them the Spirit hath declared blessed, unutterably blessed; Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless rest. Followed by their works, they go where their Head has gone before; Reconciled by grace below, grace has opened mercy’s door; Justified through faith alone, here they knew their sins forgiven, Here they laid their burden down, hallowed, and made fit for heaven. Who can now lament the lot of a saint in Christ deceased? Let the world, who know us not, call us hopeless and unblessed: When from flesh the spirit freed hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, “A man is dead!” Angels sing, “A child is born!” Born into the world above, they our happy brother greet, Bear him to the throne of love, place him at the Savior’s feet; Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done, good and faithful servant thou; Enter, and receive thy crown, reign with Me triumphant now.” Angels catch the approving sound, bow, and bless the just award; Hail the heir with glory crowned, now rejoicing with his Lord: Fuller joys ordained to know, waiting for the general doom, When the archangel’s trump shall blow, “Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 25:21] Is He Satisfied With Me?

  I am satisfied with Jesus, But a question comes to me As I ponder o’er His goodness, Is He satisfied with me? Refrain Is my Master satisfied, Is He satisfied with Me? I am satisfied with Jesus; Is He satisfied with me? Am I kind in word, and tender, Am I all I ought to be, Am I always His defender: Is He satisfied with me? Refrain Do I tell the blessèd story Of the Christ on Calvary, Doing all for His own glory: Is He satisfied with me? Refrain

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• [Mat 25:21] Servant Of God, Well Done! (montgomery)

  “Servant of God, well done! Rest from thy loved employ; The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master’s joy.” The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear; A mortal arrow pierced his frame: He fell, but felt no fear. Tranquil amid alarms, It found him on the field, A veteran, slumbering on his arms, Beneath his red cross shield. His sword was in his hand, Still warm with recent fight, Ready that moment, at command, Through rock and steel to smite. The pains of death are past, Labor and sorrow cease; And, life’s long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done! Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Savior’s joy.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 25:23

• [Mat 25:23] Come, Labor On

  Come, labor on! Who dares stand idle, on the harvest plain While all around him waves the golden grain? And to each servant does the Master say, “Go work today.” Come, labor on! Claim the high calling angels cannot share— To young and old the Gospel gladness bear; Redeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly. The night draws nigh. Come, labor on! The enemy is watching night and day, To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away; While we in sleep our duty have forgot, He slumbered not. Come, labor on! Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear! No arm so weak but may do service here: By feeblest agents may our God fulfill His righteous will. Come, labor on! No time for rest, till glows the western sky, Till the long shadows o’er our pathway lie, And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, “Well done, well done!” Come, labor on! The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure; Blessèd are those who to the end endure; How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be, O Lord, with Thee!

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• [Mat 25:23] Servant Of God, Well Done! (wesley)

  Servant of God, well done! Thy glorious warfare’s past; The battle’s fought, the race is won, And thou art crowned at last. Of all thy heart’s desire Triumphantly possessed; Lodged by the ministerial choir In thy Redeemer’s breast. In condescending love, Thy ceaseless prayer He heard; And bade thee suddenly remove To thy complete reward. Ready to bring the peace, Thy beauteous feet were shod, When mercy signed thy soul’s release, And caught thee up to God. With saints enthroned on high, Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry, Salvation to the Lamb! O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll, Thou seest Thy Savior’s face. Redeemed from earth and pain, Ah! when shall we ascend, And all in Jesus’ presence reign With our translated friend? Come, Lord, and quickly come! And, when in Thee complete, Receive Thy longing servants home, To triumph at Thy feet.

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  source: Cyberhymnal