Matthew 3:16

• [Mat 3:16] Come Holy Spirit, Dove Divine (hickok)

  Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, Display Thy glorious grace; Unfold the truth, that it may shine, And show the Savior’s face. Dark error’s cloud from us remove, Which intercepts the light; And give us wisdom still to prove God’s way alone is right. Touch our dull ears with healing power, That we the Lord may hear, And in this glad, this holy hour, May yield Him perfect fear. Within us let His image grow, His will our wills control, Nor other master let us know Of life, or heart, or soul. Make Thou the path of duty plain, Nor from it let us stray; And more may we Christ’s Spirit gain, In service, day by day; That we our mission may fulfill, Our faithful witness give, And seeking ever but His will, May to His glory live. Come, Holy Spirit, come, O come! Perform Thy work of grace; Make our poor hearts Thine honored home, Thy chosen dwelling place. And kindle there love’s heavenly fire, A purifying flame, Consuming every wrong desire, And purging sin’s deep shame.

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• [Mat 3:16] Come, Holy Spirit, Dove Divine (judson)

  Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, On these baptismal waters shine, And teach our hearts, in highest strain, To praise the Lamb for sinners slain. We love Your Name, we love Your laws, And joyfully embrace Your cause; We love Your cross, the shame, the pain, O Lamb of God, for sinners slain. We sink beneath the water’s face, And thank You for Your saving grace; We die to sin and seek a grave With You, beneath the yielding wave. And as we rise with You to live, O let the Holy Spirit give The sealing unction from above, The joy of life, the fire of love.

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• [Mat 3:16] Holy Ghost, Come Down Upon Thy Children

  Refrain Holy Ghost, come down upon Thy children, Give us grace and make us Thine; Thy tender fires within us kindle, Blessèd Spirit, Dove divine. For all within us good and holy Is from Thee, Thy precious gift; In all our joys, in all our sorrows, Wistful hearts to Thee we lift. Refrain For Thou to us art more than Father, More than sister, in Thy love, So gentle, patient, and forbearing, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove. Refrain O we have grieved Thee, gracious Spirit! Wayward, wanton, cold are we; And still our sins, new every morning, Never yet have wearied Thee. Refrain Ah! Sweet Consoler, though we cannot Love Thee as Thou lovest us, Yet if Thou deign’st our hearts to kindle They will not be always thus. Refrain With hearts so vile how dare we venture, King of kings, to love Thee so? And how canst Thou, with such compassion, Bear so long with things so low? Refrain

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• [Mat 3:16] Son Of Man From Jordan Rose, The

  The Son of Man from Jordan rose, And prayed to God above; When lo, the opening heav’ns disclose A swift descending Dove. The Spirit, lighting on His brow, Anoints the Holy One; The Father’s voice declaring, “Thou Art My belovèd Son.” So when, through His baptizing blessed The Font new birth conveys, Man kneels a son of God confessed, Heav’n opens as he prays. Fair innocency, like the dove’s, Invests him, purged from sin; For God the brooding Spirit moves, Directs and rules within. O Christ, whose mercy cleansed our stain With streams of grace divine, Let us not soil the robes again Made white in blood of Thine. Redeemer of a world undone, We praise Thee and adore, Jesu, with God the Father One, And Spirit evermore.

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Matthew 13:44

• [Mat 13:44] God In Heaven Hath A Treasure

  God in heaven hath a treasure, riches none may count or tell; Hath a deep eternal pleasure, Christ, the Son, He loveth well. God hath here on earth a treasure, none but He its price may know— Deep, unfathomable pleasure, Christ revealed in saints below. Christ, the Light that fills the heavens, shining forth on earth beneath, Through His Spirit freely given, Light of life ’midst shades of death; Down from heaven’s unclouded glory God Himself the treasure brought, Closing thus His love’s sweet story with His sweetest, deepest thought. God in tongues of fire descending, chosen vessels thus to fill With the treasure never ending, ever spent—unfailing still. Still unwasted, undiminished, though the days of dearth wear on, Store eternally unfinished, fresh, as if but now begun. Earthen vessels, marred, unsightly, but the treasure as of old, Fresh from glory, gleaming brightly, heaven’s undimmed, unchanging gold. God’s own hand the vessel filling from the glory far above, Longing hearts forever stilling with those riches of His love. Thus, through earthen vessels only, shining forth in ceaseless grace, Reaching weary hearts and lonely, beams the light in Jesus’ face. Vessels worthless, broken, bearing through the hungry ages on, Riches given with hand unsparing, God’s great gift, His precious Son. Thus though worn, and tried, and tempted, glorious calling, saint, is thine; Let the Lord but find thee emptied, living branch in Christ the Vine! Vessels of the world’s despising, vessels weak, and poor, and base; Bearing wealth God’s heart is prizing, glory from Christ’s blessèd face. Oh, to be but emptier, lowlier, mean, unnoticed, and unknown. And to God a vessel holier, filled with Christ, and Christ alone! Naught of earth to cloud the glory, naught of self the light to dim. Telling forth His wondrous story, emptied—to be filled with Him.

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• [Mat 13:44] Jesus, Priceless Treasure

  Jesus, priceless Treasure, Source of purest pleasure, Truest Friend to me. Ah, how long in anguish Shall my spirit languish, Yearning, Lord, for Thee? Thou art mine, O Lamb divine! I will suffer naught to hide Thee, Naught I ask beside Thee. In Thine arms I rest me; Foes who would molest me Cannot reach me here. Though the earth be shaking, Every heart be quaking, Jesus calms my fear. Lightnings flash and thunders crash; Yet, though sin and hell assail me, Jesus will not fail me. Satan, I defy thee; Death, I now decry thee; Fear, I bid thee cease. World, thou shalt not harm me Nor thy threats alarm me While I sing of peace. God’s great power guards every hour; Earth and all its depths adore Him, Silent bow before Him. Evil world, I leave thee; Thou canst not deceive me, Thine appeal is vain. Sin that once did bind me, Get thee far behind me, Come not forth again. Past thy hour, O pride and power; Sinful life, thy bonds I sever, Leave thee now forever. Hence, all thought of sadness! For the Lord of gladness, Jesus, enters in. Those who love the Father, Though the storms may gather, Still have peace within; Yea, whatever we here must bear, Still in Thee lies purest pleasure, Jesus, priceless Treasure!

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  source: Cyberhymnal