Matthew 2:11

• [Mat 2:11] Gentle Savior, Day And Night

  Gentle Savior, day and night, Ride three princes great in might, Over mountain, over plain, Thee a-seeking, Thee a-seeking, Over mountain, over plain, Thee a-seeking, gentle Child. Gaspar, Melchior, Bálthăzár, Those three princes from afar, Gold and myrrh, and incense bear For an offering, for an offering, To the sweet and gentle Child, To the sweet and gentle Child. Gentle Savior in the cold, In the dark with gifts of gold, Those three princes at the door Stand a-knocking, stand a-knocking, Thee to worship, gentle Child, Thee to worship, gentle Child. Enter princes, from the night! Here, within, is warmth and light, Jesus smiles, His hands outspreads For the offerings, for the offerings, Praise to Him, the gentle Child, Praise to Him, the gentle Child. Joseph, sweep the stable clean, Strew the straw, though all is mean. Here the temple, here the throne, Here the altar, here the altar, Of our King, this gentle Child, Of our King, this gentle Child.

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• [Mat 2:11] Hail, Thou Source Of Every Blessing

  Hail, Thou Source of every blessing, Sovereign Father of mankind! Gentiles now, Thy grace possessing, In Thy courts admission find. Grateful now we fall before Thee, In Thy Church obtain a place, Now by faith behold Thy glory, Praise Thy truth, adore Thy grace. Once far off, but now invited, We approach Thy sacred throne; In Thy covenant united, Reconciled, redeemed, made one. Now revealed to Eastern sages, See the Star of Mercy shine; Mystery hid in former ages, Mystery great of love divine. Hail, Thou all-inviting Savior! Gentiles now their offerings bring; In Thy temple seek Thy favor, Jesus Christ, our Lord and King. May we, body, soul, and spirit, Live devoted to Thy praise, Glorious realms of bliss inherit, Grateful anthems ever raise!

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• [Mat 2:11] O Chief Of Cities, Bethlehem

  O chief of cities, Bethlehem, Of David’s crown the fairest gem, But more to us than David’s name, In you, as man, the Savior came. Beyond the sun in splendor bright, Above you stands a wondrous light Proclaiming from the conscious skies That here, in flesh, the Godhead lies. The wise men, seeing Him so fair, Bow low before Him, and with prayer Their treasured eastern gifts unfold Of incense, myrrh, and royal gold. The golden tribute owns Him King, But frankincense to God they bring, And last, prophetic sign, with myrrh, They shadow forth His sepulcher. O Jesus, whom the Gentiles see, With Father, Spirit, One in Three: To You, O God, be glory giv’n By saints on earth and saints in Heav’n.

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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 9:28

• [Mat 9:28] Believe Ye That I Am Able?

  The blind men to Jesus cried out by the way, Beseeching in darkness for light; “Oh help, Son of David, have mercy, we pray, And grant us the blessing of sight.” Refrain “Believe ye that I am able, able to do this? According unto your faith be it unto you.” O Christian, so weary of sorrow and sin, Your darkness will vanish away; His light like the glory of noontide, shine in— To you He is saying today, Refrain Oh wand’rer if you would a blessing receive, He’s passing, oh do not delay; But answer Him quickly, “Yea, Lord, I believe,” To you He is saying today, Refrain The same Son of David is healing today, All those who upon Him call; Yes, Jesus of Nazareth is passing this way, He’s saying to us, one and all, Refrain

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Matthew 21:41

• [Mat 21:41] In The Vineyard Of Our Father

  In the vineyard of our Father Daily work we find to do; Scattered fruit our hands may gather, Though we are but weak and few; Little clusters Help to fill the basket, too. Toiling early in the morning, Catching moments through the day, Nothing small or lowly scorning, So we work, and watch, and pray; Gathering gladly Free will offerings by the way. Not for selfish praise or glory, Not for objects nothing worth, But to send the blessèd story Of the Gospel o’er the earth, Telling mortals Of our Lord and Savior’s birth. Up and ever at our calling, Till in death our lips are dumb, Or till, sin’s dominion falling, Christ shall in His kingdom come, And His children Reach their everlasting home. Steadfast, then, in our endeavor, Heavenly Father, may we be; And forever, and forever, We will give the praise to Thee; Alleluia! Singing, all eternity.

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Matthew 27:29

• [Mat 27:29] O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

  O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance. How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn! Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there. Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife. My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot; Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not! What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee. My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine. Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine. Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love; Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above. Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part; O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart, When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide. O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee. My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door; Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore! When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own! Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh. Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

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