Matthew 4:17

• [Mat 4:17] O Lord Of Life, Thy Kingdom Is At Hand

  O Lord of life, Thy kingdom is at hand, Blest reign of love and liberty and light; Time long foretold by seers of every land; The cherished dream of watchers through the night. Lo! in our hearts shines forth the morning star, Shedding its luster on our darkened way; And we behold, as pilgrims from afar, The holy dawning of Thy perfect day. Now gleams at last upon our waiting eyes The glory of the kingdom that shall be; When truth in conqu’ring grandeur shall arise, And man shall rule the world with equity. Forward again we move at Thy coming! The flaming pillar leading on anew; One in the faith of all Thy prophet band, Onward we press to make the vision true.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 4:17] Oh Realm Of Light

  Oh realm of light! whose morning star To Bethlehem’s manger led the way, Not yet upon our longing eyes Shines the full splendor of thy day: Yet still across the centuries fall, Both strong and sweet, our Lord’s command; And still with steadfast faith we cry, “Behold, the kingdom is at hand!” Oh realm of Heav’n! whose dawn began With love’s divine, incarnate breath, Our hearts were slow to understand The lessons of that life and death: Yet though with stammering tongues we tell Redemption’s story, strange and sweet, The world’s Redeemer, lifted up Shall draw the nations to His feet. Oh realm of peace! whose music clear Swept through Judea’s starlit skies, Still the harsh sounds of human strife Break on thy heavenly harmonies; Yet shall thy song of triumph ring In full accord, from land to land, And men with angels learn to sing, “Behold, the kingdom is at hand!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 4:23

• [Mat 4:23] Galilee, Bright Galilee

  Galilee, bright Galilee, Hallowed thoughts we turn to thee! Woven through thy history, Gleams the charming mystery Of the life of One Who came, Bearing grief, reproach and shame, Savior of the world to be; “God with us” by Galilee. Once along that rugged shore He, who all our sorrows bore, Journeyed oft with weary feet, Through the storm or burning heat; Healing all who came in faith, Calling back to life from death; King of kings from heaven was He, Though so poor by Galilee! Wild the night on Galilee; Loudly roared the angry sea, When upon the tossing wave Jesus walked, His own to save: Calmed the tumult by His will, Only saying, “Peace, be still!” Ruler of the storm was He, On the raging Galilee! Still in loving tenderness Doth the Master wait to bless; Still His touch upon the soul Bringeth balm and maketh whole; Still He comforts mourning hearts, Life, and joy, and peace imparts; Still the Friend of all is He, As of old by Galilee!

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  source: Cyberhymnal