Matthew 2:9
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[Mat 2:9] Kings Of The East Are Riding, The
The kings of the east are riding
Tonight to Bethlehem;
The sunset glows dividing,
The kings of the east are riding,
A star their journey guiding,
Gleaming with gold and gem.
The kings of the east are riding
Tonight to Bethlehem.To a strange sweet harp of Zion
The starry host troops forth:
The golden-glaived Orion
To a strange sweet harp of Zion,
The Archer and the Lion,
The Watcher of the north:
To a strange sweet harp of Zion
The starry host sweeps forth.There beams above a manger
The child-face of a star;
Amid the stars a stranger,
It beams above a manger,
What means this ether-ranger
To pause where poor folk are?
There beams above a manger
The child-face of a star.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 2:9] Shine On
See the brightly shining star,
As its radiance beams afar,
Guide the feet of weary pilgrims
To the place where Jesus lay.
Like a beacon from its height,
Burning brightly in the night,
As the wise men followed onward,
Safely guided all the way.Refrain
Shine on! shine on!
Beautiful star of light;
Shine on! shine on!
Cheering the gloomy night;
Shine on! shine on!
Sending thy rays afar,
Shine on thro’ the darkness,
Oh, thou fairest star.It is shining still for thee,
With a glory fair to see,
As it leadeth ever upward
To the palace of the King.
So we follow thro’ the night,
Safely guided by its light,
While our hearts respond with gladness
To the song the angels sing.Refrain
So today that star alone
Is the light to lead us on
To the feet of Christ our Savior,
He our Prophet, Priest and King,
As it brightly burns above,
Sentry of the King of love,
While we follow onward, upward
And His praises sweetly sing.Refrain
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[Mat 2:9] Shine On, Bethlehem’s Star
O wondrous star of Bethlehem!
That in the heavens bright
Shone forth to guide the pilgrims’ feet,
Unto the Prince of Light,
Shine on thro’ endless ages,
While ringing thro’ the sky;
His loyal ones still hear the song:
“Glory to God on high!”Refrain
Shine on, Bethlehem’s star,
Send thy light afar;
Tell of Jesus’ birth
Till His glory fills the earth.O blessèd star of Bethlehem!
Still gild with heav’nly ray
The pathway to the Holy One
Who comes to us today.
Gleam thro’ the darksome shadows
That fill the heart with fear,
Till weary souls shall see the light,
Knowing that Christ is near.Refrain
O wondrous star of Bethlehem!
Shine on; we too would bring
Our lives a willing sacrifice,
With gladness to the King.
With joy we travel onward,
Encircled by the glow—
The glory of the fadeless Star,
Jesus, whose love we know.Refrain
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Matthew 25:40
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[Mat 25:40] Dear Lord, Who Dwellest With Us Now
Dear Lord, who dwellest with us now
In sad humanity,
Give us beneath the cross to bow
Which men have laid on Thee.When hunger calls to us for bread
With childhood’s piteous plea,
Make us to know what Thou hast said
Of those who give to Thee.When stranger knocketh at our door
For cheer and sympathy,
Our hearts would warmest greetings pour,
That we may welcome Thee.When sick and sore distressed appeal
In man’s infirmity,
We’d haste the broken heart to heal
That we may comfort Thee.When captive lives in mortal pains
Are clamoring to be free,
We’d strike away the heavy chains
That we may succor Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] Fountain Of Good, To Own Thy Love
Fountain of good, to own Thy love,
Our thankful hearts incline;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee,
When all the worlds are Thine?But Thou hast needy brethren here,
Partakers of Thy grace,
Whose names Thou wilt Thyself confess
Before the Father’s face.And in their accents of distress
Thy pleading voice is heard;
In them Thou may’st be clothed and fed
And visited and cheered.Thy face with rev’rence and with love
We in Thy poor would see;
O may we minister to them,
And in them, Lord, to Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] God, How Can We Comprehend?
God, how can we comprehend—though we’ve seen them times before—
Lines of people without end fleeing danger, want, and war?
They seek safety anywhere, hoping for a welcome hand!
Can we know the pain they bear? Help us, Lord, to understand!You put music in their souls; now they struggle to survive.
You gave each one gifts and goals; now they flee to stay alive.
God of outcasts, may we see how you value everyone,
For each homeless refugee is your daughter or your son.Lord, your loving knows no bounds; you have conquered death for all.
May we hear beyond our towns to our distant neighbors’ call.
Spirit, may our love increase; may we reach to all your earth,
Till your whole world lives in peace; till we see each person’s worth.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] Heaven Is Here, Where Hymns Of Gladness
Heaven is here, where hymns of gladness
Cheer the toilers’ rugged way,
In this world where clouds of sadness
Often change to night our day;
Heaven is here, where misery lightened
Of its heavy load is seen,
Where the face of sorrow brightened,
By the deed of love hath been.Where the sad, the poor, despairing,
Are uplifted, cheered, and blest,
Where in others’ labors sharing,
We can find our surest rest;
Where we heed the voice of duty,
Tread the path that Jesus trod;
This is Heaven, its peace, its beauty,
Radiant with the love of God.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] Inasmuch
When saw we Thee a-hungered, Lord,
And ministered unto Thee?
Inasmuch as ye have done it to the least of these,
Ye have done it unto Me.Refrain
Blessèd lesson that we all may learn,
Blessèd plaudit that we all may earn.When saw we Thee athirst, O Lord,
And ministered unto Thee?
Inasmuch as ye have done it to the least of these,
Ye have done it unto Me.Refrain
When saw we Thee a stranger, sick,
Or in prison, and came to Thee?
Inasmuch as ye have done it to the least of these,
Ye have done it unto Me.Refrain
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[Mat 25:40] Jesus, My Lord, How Rich Thy Grace!
Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace!
Thy bounties, how complete!
How shall I count the matchless sum!
How pay the mighty debt!High on a throne of radiant light
Dost Thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are Thine?But Thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of Thy grace,
And wilt confess their humble names
Before Thy Father’s face.In them Thou mayst be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheered,
And in their accents of distress
My Savior’s voice is heard.Thy face with reverence and with love,
I in Thy poor would see;
O rather let me beg my bread,
Than hold it back from Thee!Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] Jesus, Thou Divine Companion
Jesus, Thou divine Companion,
By Thy lowly human birth
Thou hast come to join the workers,
Burden bearers of the earth.
Thou, the Carpenter of Nazareth,
Toiling for Thy daily food,
By Thy patience and Thy courage,
Thou hast taught us toil is good.They who tread the path of labor
Follow where Thy feet have trod;
They who work without complaining
Do the holy will of God.
Thou, the Peace that passeth knowledge,
Dwellest in the daily strife;
Thou, the Bread of heaven, broken
In the sacrament of life.Every task, however simple,
Sets the soul that does it free;
Every deed of love and kindness
Done to man is done to Thee.
Jesus, Thou divine Companion,
Help us all to do our best;
Bless in our daily labor,
Lead us to the Sabbath rest.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] Just A Little
Just a little kindness shown along the weary road;
Just a little lifting of another’s heavy load;
Just a little pity that is tenderly bestowed,
May win a soul for Jesus.Refrain
In the name of Him Who died for you,
To your vow of service are you true?
Never, then, neglect it,
For when you least expect it,
You may win a soul for Jesus.Just a little sacrifice of ease that we have earned;
Just a little sharing of a lesson we have learned;
Just a little stirring of the flame that low has burned,
May win a soul for Jesus.Refrain
Just a little pleading in the name of Him Who died;
Just a little earnestness, like His, who is your Guide;
Just a little longing for someone lost at your side,
May win a soul for Jesus.Refrain
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[Mat 25:40] Lord, Lead The Way The Savior Went
Lord, lead the way the Savior went,
By lane and cell obscure;
And let love’s treasures still be spent,
Like His, upon the poor.Like Him, through scenes of deep distress,
Who bore the world’s sad weight,
We, in their crowded loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.For Thou hast placed us side by side
In this wide world of ill;
And, that Thy followers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.Mean are all offerings we can make;
Yet Thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Savior’s sake,
They lose not their reward.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] Lord Of Glory, Who Hast Bought Us
Lord of Glory, who hast bought us with Thy lifeblood as the price,
Never grudging for the lost ones that tremendous sacrifice;
And with that hast freely given blessings countless as the sand,
To the unthankful and the evil with Thine own unsparing hand.Grant us hearts, dear Lord, to yield Thee gladly, freely, of Thine own.
With the sunshine of Thy goodness melt our thankless hearts of stone.
Till our cold and selfish natures, warmed by Thee, at length believe
That more happy and more blessed ’tis to give than to receive.Wondrous honor hast Thou given to our humblest charity.
In Thine own mysterious sentence, “Ye have done it unto Me.”
Can it be, O gracious Master, Thou dost deign for alms to sue,
Saying by Thy poor and needy, “Give as I have given you”?Yes: the sorrow and the suffering, which on every hand we see,
Channels are for tithes and offerings due by solemn right to Thee;
Right of which we may not rob Thee, debt we may not choose but pay,
Lest that face of love and pity turn from us another day.Lord of Glory, who hast bought us with Thy lifeblood as the price,
Never grudging for the lost ones that tremendous sacrifice;
Give us faith, to trust Thee boldly; hope, to stay our souls on Thee;
But O, best of all Thy graces, give us Thine own charity.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] O Do Some Good Deed Every Day
O do some good deed ev’ry day,
And speak kind words along the way;
O sing a glad and cheerful song,
For it may make some weak heart strong.Refrain
O do some good deed ev’ry day,
Then will the loving Master say:
“Your deeds wrought in My Name shall be
Recorded as done unto Me.”O help a brother bear his load
O’er life’s uphill and dreary road;
With those who need, share ev’ry day
The blessings God has sent your way.Refrain
O seek, and you will always find
The sheaves of good to reap and bind;
There’s something you can do or say
For Christ the Master’s sake each day.Refrain
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[Mat 25:40] O God Of Mercy! Hearken Now
O God of mercy! hearken now
Before Thy throne we humbly bow;
With heart and voice to Thee we cry
For all on earth who suffering lie.We seek Thee where Thou dwell’st on high;
Beyond the glittering, starry sky:
We find Thee where Thou dwell’st below
Beside the beds of want and woe.O let the healing waters spring,
Touched by Thy pitying angel’s wing;
With quick’ning pow’r new strength impart
To palsied will, to withered heart.Where poverty in pain must lie,
Where little suffering children cry,
Bid us haste forth as called by Thee,
And in Thy poor Thyself to see.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] O God Of Mercy, God Of Might
O God of mercy, God of might,
In love and pity infinite,
Teach us, as ever in Thy sight,
To live our life to Thee.And Thou Who cam’st on earth to die,
That fallen man might live thereby,
O hear us, for to Thee we cry
In hope, O Lord, to Thee.Teach us the lesson Thou hast taught,
To feel for those Thy blood hath bought;
That every word and deed and thought
May work a work for Thee.For all are brethren, far and wide,
Since Thou, O Lord, for all hast died;
Then teach us, whatsoe’er betide,
To love them all in Thee.In sickness, sorrow, want or care,
Whate’er it be, ’tis ours to share;
May we, when help is needed, there
Give help as unto Thee.And may Thy Holy Spirit move
All those who live, to live in love,
Till Thou shalt greet in Heaven above
All those who live to Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] O, Sing We A Carol
O, sing we a carol all blithe and free,
And fit for our Christmas morn,
For the world is as cold as the cold can be,
Though its Lord on this day was born;
Though its Lord on this day was born:
’Tis a wintry time for the rich and poor,
And who should be driv’n from a Christian’s door?Refrain
’Tis a wintry time for the rich and poor,
And who should be driven from a Christian’s door?
And who should be driv’n from a Christian’s door?For the angel’s song at the birth of Christ,
With tidings of joy began;
And it rang with a glory to God in the highest,
And a brotherhood true for man;
Yet ’twas winter time for rich and poor,
When the shepherds came to the stable door.
Yet ’twas winter time for the rich and poor,Refrain
True sages were they who to Bethlehem led,
Brought frankincense, myrrh, and gold,
Which they offered to Christ on His manger bed,
With a reverent love untold.
Yet ’twas winter time for rich and poor,
When the wise men knelt at the stable door.
Yet ’twas winter time for the rich and poor,Refrain
Cannot we make our offerings now to Christ’s need,
When His poor all around we see?
“Inasmuch as to them we have done the deed,”
He will say, “Ye have done to Me.”
He will say, “Ye have done to Me.”
’Tis a wintry time for the rich and poor,
And who should be driv’n from a Christian’s door?Refrain
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[Mat 25:40] O Jesus, Master, When Today
O Jesus, Master, when today,
I meet, along the crowded way,
My burdened brothers—mine and Thine—
May then through me Thy Spirit shine.To cheer them in their onward way,
Till evening ends the varied day,
To kindle so a growing light,
Where else might be but gloom and night.Grant, too, that they my need may know,
As side by side we onward go—
An equal need of kindly thought,
And love like that which Thou hast taught.Then give our hands a touch divine,
And to our voices tones like Thine,
As side by side we onward go,
Nor need each other’s name to know.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] Others
Lord, help me live from day to day
In such a self-forgetful way
That even when I kneel to pray
My prayer shall be for—Others.Refrain
Others, Lord, yes others,
Let this my motto be,
Help me to live for others,
That I may live like Thee.Help me in all the work I do
To ever be sincere and true
And know that all I’d do for You
Must needs be done for—Others.Refrain
Let “Self” be crucified and slain
And buried deep: and all in vain
May efforts be to rise again,
Unless to live for—Others.Refrain
And when my work on earth is done,
And my new work in Heav’n’s begun,
May I forget the crown I’ve won,
While thinking still of—Others.Refrain
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[Mat 25:40] Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief, A
A poor wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not power to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.
The heedless water mocked his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the suff’rer up;
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o’er;
I drank and never thirsted more.’Twas night; the floods were out; it blew
A winter hurricane aloof.
I heard his voice abroad and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof.
I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest
And laid him on my couch to rest;
Then made the earth my bed, and seemed
In Eden’s garden while I dreamed.Stripped, wounded, beaten nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side.
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment—he was healed.
I had myself a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.In pris’n I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him ’mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, “I will!”Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in His hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name He named,
“Of Me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto Me.”Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] Somebody Else Needs A Blessing
We’re “counting” the blessings, our joys we record,
The wonderful mercies like sunbeams outpoured;
But let us remember while praising the Lord,
Somebody else needs a blessing.Refrain
Somebody else needs a blessing,
Somebody else needs a blessing;
We’ll let our lights shine to His glory divine,
Somebody else needs a blessing.We’ll go, like the Savior, to comfort the sad;
With love’s healing portion we’ll make others glad,
Until, with fresh verdure, life’s deserts are clad;
Somebody else needs a blessing.Refrain
We’ll tell the old story again and again;
Salvation for sinners, good will unto men,
Till Gospel songs echo from mountain to glen;
Somebody else needs a blessing.Refrain
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[Mat 25:40] This Is Our Endeavor
Lonely hearts to comfort,
Weary lives to cheer—
This is our endeavor,
This our mission here;
Seeking out the lost ones
On the mountains cold,
We would gladly bring them
To the Shepherd’s fold.Pressing on together,
Doing good to all,
In the name of Jesus,
Lifting those who fall;
To the poor and friendless
Give with open hand—
This is our endeavor,
This the Lord’s command.Onward, ever onward,
Trusting in the Lord,
Look we for the promise
Of a blest reward,
Robes and palms of glory,
Mansions bright and fair,
Welcome from the Savior,
Rest for ever there.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:40] We All Can Do Something For Jesus
Our school is a vineyard, a garden of truth,
Where all can do something for Jesus;
And though we are just in the morning of youth,
We all can do something for Jesus;
The deep, rolling river that flows to the sea
Is made of the brooklet that sparkles so free;
A lesson, dear children, for you and for me,
We all can do something for Jesus.
The deep, rolling river that flows to the sea
Is made of the brooklet that sparkles so free.Refrain
We all can do something for Jesus,
Something, something,
We all can do something for Jesus,
Something for Jesus.A word to the erring, of kindness and love,
May often remind them of Jesus;
A song of our beautiful mansion above,
May lead a poor wand’rer to Jesus;
The acorn, when planted, though small it may be,
How quickly it grows to a wide spreading tree;
A lesson, dear children, for you and for me,
We all can do something for Jesus.
The acorn, when planted, though small it may be,
How quickly it grows to a wide spreading tree.Refrain
Oh! sweeter, far sweeter, than riches or fame,
To feel we are working for Jesus;
The cup of cold water we give in His Name,
Will bring us the blessings of Jesus;
The brook and the acorn, the leaf and the tree
Are teaching a lesson to you and to me;
No matter how simple the effort may be,
We all can do something for Jesus.
The brook and the acorn, the leaf and the tree
Are teaching a lesson to you and to me.Refrain
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[Mat 25:40] When Thy Heart, With Joy O’erflowing
When thy heart, with joy o’erflowing,
Sings a thankful prayer,
In thy joy, O let thy brother
With thee share.When the harvest sheaves ingathered
Fill thy barns with store,
To thy God and to thy brother
Give the more.If thy soul, with power uplifted,
Yearn for glorious deed,
Give thy strength to serve thy brother
In his need.Share with him thy bread of blessing,
Sorrow’s burden share;
When thy heart enfolds a brother
God is there.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Matthew 27:29
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[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.Play source: Cyberhymnal
