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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• [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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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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Matthew 25:41

• [Mat 25:41] And Will The Judge Descend?

  And will the Judge descend, And must the dead arise And not a single soul escape His all discerning eyes? And from His righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound And through the numerous guilty throng Spread black despair around: “Depart from Me, accursed, To everlasting flame, For rebel angels first prepared, Where mercy never came”? How will my heart endure The terrors of that day When earth and Heav’n before His face Astonished shrink away? But ere that trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark from the Gospel’s cheering sound What joyful tidings spread: Ye sinners, seek His grace Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of His cross And find salvation there. So shall that curse remove, By which the Savior bled; And the last awful day shall pour His blessings on your head.

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• [Mat 25:41] That Awful Day Will Surely Come

  That awful day will surely come, Th’appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart! How could I bear to hear Thy voice Pronounce the sound, “Depart!” The thunder of that dismal word Would so torment my ear, ’Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. What! to be banished from my Life, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death forever fly! O, wretched state of deep despair! To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste His love. Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon Thy breast; Without a gracious smile from Thee My spirit cannot rest. O, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on Thy hands; Show me some promise in Thy book Where my salvation stands! Give me one kind assuring word To sink my fears again, And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten.

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• [Mat 25:41] Woe To The Men On Earth Who Dwell

  Woe to the men on earth who dwell, Nor dread the Almighty’s frown, When God doth all His wrath reveal, And shower His judgments down! Sinners, expect those heaviest showers, To meet your God prepare; For, lo! the seventh angel pours His phial in the air. Lo! from their seats the mountains leap, The mountains are not found; Transported far into the deep, And in the ocean drowned. Who then shall live, and face the throne, And face the Judge severe? When heaven and earth are fled and gone, O where shall I appear? Now, only now, against that hour We may a place provide; Beyond the grave, beyond the power Of hell, our spirits hide: Firm in the all destroying shock, May view the final scene; For, lo! the everlasting Rock Is cleft to take us in.

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  source: Cyberhymnal