Matthew 4:24

• [Mat 4:24] Thou To Whom The Sick And Dying

  Thou to Whom the sick and dying Ever came, nor came in vain, Still with healing word replying, To the wearied cry of pain, Hear us, Jesu, as we meet Suppliants at Thy mercy seat. Still the weary, sick, and dying Need a brother’s, sister’s care, On Thy higher help relying May we now their burdens share, Bringing all our offerings meet Suppliants at Thy mercy seat. May each child of Thine be willing Willing both in hand and heart, All the law of love fulfilling, Ever comfort to impart; Ever bringing offerings meet, Suppliant to Thy mercy seat. So may sickness, sin, and sadness To Thy healing virtue yield, Till the sick and sad, in gladness, Rescued, ransomed, cleansèd, healed, One in Thee together meet, Pardoned at Thy judgment seat.

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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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Matthew 12:41

• [Mat 12:41] As Jonah, Issuing From His Three Days’ Tomb

  As Jonah, issuing from his three days’ tomb, At length was cast, uninjured, on the earth; So, from the virgin’s unpolluted womb Th’incarnate Word, That dwelt there, had His birth: For He, who knew no taint of mortal stain, Willed that His mother spotless should remain. Christ comes, incarnate God, amongst us now, Begotten of the Father ere the day: And He, to Whom the sinless legions bow, Lies cradled, ’midst unconscious beasts on hay: And, by His homely swaddling-bands girt in, Looses the many fetters of our sin. Now the new Child of Adam’s race draws nigh, To us, the faithful, giv’n: This, this is He That shall the Father of eternity, The Angel of the Mighty Counsel, be: This the eternal God, by Whose strong hands The fabric of the world supported stands.

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Matthew 13:54

• [Mat 13:54] O What Amazing Words Of Grace

  O what amazing words of grace Are in the Gospel found! Suited to every sinner’s case Who knows the joyful sound. Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls Are freely welcome here; Salvation, like a river, rolls Abundant, free and clear. Come, then, with all your wants and wounds; Your every burden bring; Here love, unchanging love, abounds, A deep, celestial spring.
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