Matthew 4:1

• [Mat 4:1] Jesu, Our Lenten Fast Of Thee

  Jesu, our Lenten fast of Thee We duteous learn to keep, A healing time, by Thy decree, For all Thy wounded sheep. A time in which towards paradise, Once lost by carnal sense, The souls redeemed by Thee may rise Through chastening abstinence. Now with Thy Church be present, Lord, In all Thy saving grace, And hear us as with one accord Mourning, we seek Thy face. Most Merciful, forgive the past, The sins which we deplore; Thy sheltering arms around us cast, That we may sin no more. To Thee our sacrifice we bring Of Lenten fast and prayer, Till, cleansed by Thee, our God and King, Thy Paschal joy we share. Grant this, O Father, through Thy Son, And through the Spirit blest, Who art with Them forever One, Eternally confessed.

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• [Mat 4:1] Lord, Who Throughout These Forty Days

  Lord, who throughout these forty days For us didst fast and pray, Teach us with Thee to mourn our sins And close by Thee to stay. As Thou with Satan didst contend, And didst the victory win, O give us strength in Thee to fight, In Thee to conquer sin. As Thou didst hunger bear, and thirst, So teach us, gracious Lord, To die to self, and chiefly live By Thy most holy Word. And through these days of penitence, And through Thy passiontide, Yea, evermore in life and death, Jesus, with us abide. Abide with us, that so, this life Of suffering over past, An Easter of unending joy We may attain at last.

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• [Mat 4:1] O Jesu Christ, From Thee Began

  O Jesu Christ, from Thee began This healing for the soul for man, By fasting sought, by fasting found Through forty days of yearly round; That he who fell from high delight, Borne down to sensual appetite, By dint of stern control may rise To climb the hills of Paradise. Therefore behold Thy Church, O Lord, And grace of penitence accord To all who seek with generous tears Renewal of their wasted years. Forgive the sin that we have done, Forgive the course that we have run, And show henceforth in evil day Thyself our succor and our stay. But now let every heart prepare, By sacrifice of fast and prayer, To keep with joy magnifical The solemn Easter festival. Father and Son and Spirit blest, To Thee be every prayer addrest, Who art in threefold Name adored, From age to age, the only Lord.

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Matthew 4:19

• [Mat 4:19] Call Of The Christ, The

  The call of the Christ rings out today, Who will make reply? For labor, or service, or battle fray, Or seeking the lost who have gone astray, O Master, I’m ready to go or stay— Here am I! Refrain Here am I for service, whatsoe’er it be; I am waiting orders, Master, now from Thee; I have heard Thy summons from dark Calvary, And I gladly answer, “Master, here am I!” The call of the Christ rings sweet and clear, Who will make reply? Thy calling, O Master, today I hear, And gladly will follow Thee, far or near; With Thee as my Leader, no harm I fear, Here am I! Refrain The call of the Christ is now for you, Will you make reply? I’m waiting, O Master, Thy will to do; Count me on the side of the brave and true, I’ll follow Thee all of the battle thro’, Here am I! Refrain

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• [Mat 4:19] Full Surrender

  Savior, ’tis a full surrender, All I leave to follow Thee; Thou my Leader and Defender From this hour shalt ever be. Refrain I surrender all! I surrender all! All I have I bring to Jesus, I surrender all. As I come in deep contrition, At this consecrated hour, Hear, O Christ, my heart’s petition, Let me feel the Spirit’s pow’r! Refrain No withholding—full confession; Pleasures, riches, all must flee; Holy Spirit, take possession! I no more, but Thou in me. Refrain Be this theme my song and story, Now and until life is o’er; This my rapture, this my glory, Till I reach the shining shore. Refrain Oh, the joy of full salvation! Oh, the peace of love divine! Oh, the bliss of consecration! I am His, and He is mine. Refrain

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• [Mat 4:19] Jesus Calls Us

  Jesus calls us over the tumult Of our life’s wild, restless, sea; Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, “Christian, follow Me!” As of old Saint Andrew heard it By the Galilean lake, Turned from home and toil and kindred, Leaving all for Jesus’ sake. Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world’s golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying, “Christian, love Me more!” In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, “Christian, love Me more than these!” Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies, Savior may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thine obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all.

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Matthew 9:38

• [Mat 9:38] And Let Our Bodies Part

  And let our bodies part, To different climes repair; Inseparably joined in heart The friends of Jesus are. O let us still proceed In Jesus’ work below; And, following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go! The vineyard of the Lord Before His laborers lies; And lo! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies. O let our heart and mind Continually ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end. When all our toils are o’er, Our suffering and our pain! Who meet on that eternal shore Shall never part again. O happy, happy place, Where saints and angels meet; There we shall see each other’s face, And all our brethren greet.

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• [Mat 9:38] Lord Of The Gospel Harvest

  Lord of the Gospel harvest Send more lab’rers forth into Thy field, Send more lab’rers forth; More pastors teach Thy flock to tend, More workmen raise Thy house to build, His work and place to each assign, And clothe the Word with power divine, And clothe the Word with power divine.
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• [Mat 9:38] Lord Of The Harvest, The

  The Lord of the harvest is coming, We know not the day it will be When He shall appear to His people, The hour we His glory shall see. Oh soul, are you ready to meet Him, His own can you joyfully yield, When Jesus shall come in His beauty To earth, to His great harvest field? Refrain The Lord of the harvest is coming, is coming We know not the day and we know not the hour, When He shall appear in His glory, His might and His wonderful power. The Lord of the harvest is coming, The world shall acknowledge His might When He shall descend with His angels, His angels of glory and light. A message of joy to His faithful, But where will the faithless be found? When Jesus shall come to His people His voice through the world shall resound. Refrain The Lord of the harvest is coming, “Be ready,” He bids thee to wait, For oh, in the clouds we shall see Him, If early He cometh, or late. Prepare, nor delay, bid Him welcome, So soon His dear face thou shalt see, The Savior is coming so surely, A message He’ll bring unto thee. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:38] Our Country’s Voice Is Pleading

  Our country’s voice is pleading, Ye men of God, arise! His providence is leading, The land before you lies; Day-gleams o’er it are brightening, And promise clothes the soil; Wide fields, for harvest whitening, Invite the reaper’s toil. Go where the waves are breaking On California’s shore, Christ’s precious Gospel taking, More rich than golden ore; On Allegheny’s mountains, Through all the western vale, Beside Missouri’s fountains, Rehearse the wondrous tale. The love of Christ unfolding, Speed on from east to west, Till all, His cross beholding, In Him are fully blest. Great Author of salvation, Haste, haste the glorious day, When we, a ransomed nation, Thy scepter shall obey!

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• [Mat 9:38] Saints Of God! The Dawn Is Brightening

  Saints of God! the dawn is brightening, Token of our coming Lord: O’er the earth the field is whitening; Louder rings the Master’s Word; Pray for reapers, pray for reapers In the harvest of the Lord! Now, O Lord, fulfill Thy pleasure, Breathe upon Thy chosen band, And, with Pentecostal measure, Send forth reapers o’er our land; Faithful reapers, faithful reapers, Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand. Broad the shadow of our nation, Eager millions hither roam; Lo! they wait for Thy salvation; Come, Lord Jesus! quickly come! By Thy Spirit, by Thy Spirit, Bring Thy ransomed people home. Soon shall end the time of weeping, Soon the reaping time will come; Heaven and earth together keeping God’s eternal harvest home. Saints and angels, saints and angels, Shout the world’s great harvest home.

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• [Mat 9:38] Send Them, O Lord

  Lord, Thou hast gone two thousand years, Yet they have never heard Tidings of Thy redeeming love, Or seen Thy holy Word. Sleeping and still Thy Church has lain, Heedless of the high command— “Go forth to ev’ry tribe and tongue, To ev’ry distant land.” Refrain Send them, O Lord, to speak of Thee, Telling of Thy love and grace; Send them, O Lord, to tell of Thee, To ev’ry tribe and race. Once o’er this bright and favored land Lay there the pall of night— Gloom of a savage heathendom, With foul and bloody rite. Brave ones arose and came to us, Bringing o’er the tidings sweet, Then cruel men bent low to Thee, And worshipped at Thy feet. Refrain So would we do for other lands Lying in deepest death, Sinking to meet their awful doom With ev’ry passing breath. Hear, Jesus, hear our fervent pray’r, Wake Thy sleeping Church to know Her hour of privilege and pow’r, And bid her rise and go. Refrain

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Matthew 22:9

• [Mat 22:9] Where Cross The Crowded Ways Of Life

  Where cross the crowded ways of life, Where sound the cries of race and clan Above the noise of selfish strife, We hear your voice, O Son of Man. In haunts of wretchedness and need, On shadowed thresholds dark with fears, From paths where hide the lures of greed, We catch the vision of Your tears. From tender childhood’s helplessness, From woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil, From famished souls, from sorrow’s stress, Your heart has never known recoil. The cup of water given for You, Still holds the freshness of Your grace; Yet long these multitudes to view The sweet compassion of Your face. O Master, from the mountainside Make haste to heal these hearts of pain; Among these restless throngs abide; O tread the city’s streets again. Till sons of men shall learn Your love And follow where Your feet have trod, Till, glorious from Your Heaven above, Shall come the city of our God!

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