Matthew 12:40

• [Mat 12:40] Come, Ye Faithful, Raise The Strain

  Come, ye faithful, raise the strain of triumphant gladness; God hath brought forth Israel into joy from sadness; Loosed from Pharaoh’s bitter yoke Jacob’s sons and daughters, Led them with unmoistened foot through the Red Sea waters. ’Tis the spring of souls today; Christ has burst His prison, And from three days’ sleep in death as a sun hath risen; All the winter of our sins, long and dark, is flying From His light, to Whom we give laud and praise undying. Now the queen of seasons, bright with the day of splendor, With the royal feast of feasts, comes its joy to render; Comes to glad Jerusalem, who with true affection Welcomes in unwearied strains Jesus’ resurrection. Neither might the gates of death, nor the tomb’s dark portal, Nor the watchers, nor the seal hold Thee as a mortal; But today amidst the twelve Thou didst stand, bestowing That Thy peace which evermore passeth human knowing. “Alleluia!” now we cry to our King immortal, Who, triumphant, burst the bars of the tomb’s dark portal; “Alleluia!” with the Son, God the Father praising, “Alleluia!” yet again to the Spirit raising.

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Matthew 16:27

• [Mat 16:27] Last Mile Of The Way, The

  If I walk in the pathway of duty, If I work till the close of the day; I shall see the great King in His beauty, When I’ve gone the last mile of the way. Refrain When I’ve gone the last mile of the way, I will rest at the close of the day, And I know there are joys that await me, When I’ve gone the last mile of the way. If for Christ I proclaim the glad story, If I seek for His sheep gone astray, I am sure He will show me His glory, When I’ve gone the last mile of the way. Refrain Here the dearest of ties we must sever, Tears of sorrow are seen ev’ry day; But no sickness, no sighing forever, When I’ve gone the last mile of the way. Refrain And if here I have earnestly striven, And have tried all His will to obey, ’Twill enhance all the rapture of Heaven, When I’ve gone the last mile of the way. Refrain

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Matthew 21:9

• [Mat 21:9] All Glory, Laud And Honor

  Refrain All glory, laud and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King, To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David’s royal Son, Who in the Lord’s Name comest, The King and Blessèd One. Refrain The company of angels Are praising Thee on High, And mortal men and all things Created make reply. Refrain The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went; Our prayer and praise and anthems Before Thee we present. Refrain To Thee, before Thy passion, They sang their hymns of praise; To Thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise. Refrain Thou didst accept their praises; Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King. Refrain Be Thou, O Lord, the Rider, And we the little ass, That to God’s holy city Together we may pass.

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• [Mat 21:9] Hosanna To The Living Lord

  Hosanna to the living Lord! Hosanna to the th’Incarnate Word! To Christ, Creator, Savior, King, Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna ring! Refrain Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! “Hosanna, Lord!” Thine angels cry; “Hosanna, Lord!” Thy saints reply; Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound: Refrain O Savior, with protecting care, Return to this Thy house of prayer; Assembled in Thy sacred Name, Now we Thy parting promise claim: Refrain But chiefest, in our cleansèd breast, Eternal, bid Thy Spirit rest, And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee. Refrain So in the last and dreadful day, When earth and Heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again. Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! Refrain

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• [Mat 21:9] O King Of Glory! David’s Son!

  O King of Glory! David’s Son! Our Sovereign and our Friend! In Heav’n forever stands Thy throne, Thy kingdom hath no end: Oh now to all men, far and near, Lord, make it known, we pray, That as in Heav’n all creatures here May know Thee and obey. The Eastern sages gladly bring Their tribute-gifts to Thee; They witness that Thou art their King, And humbly bow the knee; To Thee the morning star doth lead, To Thee th’inspirèd Word, We hail Thee, Savior in our need, We worship Thee, the Lord. Ah look on me with pitying grace, Though weak and poor I be, Within Thy kingdom grant a place Secure and blest to me. Oh rescue me from all my woes, And shield me with Thine arm From sin and death, the mighty foes That daily seek our harm. And bid Thy Word, the fairest Star, Within us clearly shine; Keep sin and all false doctrine far, Since Thou hast claimed us Thine: Let us Thy Name aright confess, And with Thy Christendom, Our King and Savior own and bless Through all the world to come.

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• [Mat 21:9] Outside The Holy City

  Outside the Holy City Unnumbered footsteps throng, And crowded mart and streets of trade Fling back a swelling song. The voices echo nearer, In flaming hope they sing: “Throw down your branches at His feet! Hosanna to the King!” Once more beside a city The Son of David waits, Once more the children throng to bring A welcome at the gates. Within are hearts sore burdened And feet that go astray; O Christ of God, come near and walk Our city streets today! The branches that we offer Are no unmeaning sign; Take Thou the hands we lift on high And make them wholly Thine. No songs of shallow welcome Are these we raise to Thee; O give us faith to face the cross And set Thy city free! A distant music mingles With all our songs today, The chorale from a city fair Where sin has passed away. There rides the Christ triumphant And victor songs ring clear; O God, give us the strength to build With Christ that city here!

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• [Mat 21:9] Son Of David Bowed To Die, The

  The Son of David bowed to die, For man’s transgression stricken; The Father’s arm of power was nigh, The Son of God to quicken. Praise Him that He died for men: Praise Him that He rose again. Death seemed all conquering when he bound The Lord of life in prison; The sight of death was nowhere found When Christ again was risen; Wherefore praise Him night and day, Him Who took death’s sting away. His saints with Him must bow to death, With Him are raised in spirit, With Him they dwell above by faith, Accepted through His merit: Heaven and earth resound the strain, Death by Jesus Christ is slain.

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Matthew 21:15

• [Mat 21:15] Hosanna We Sing

  Hosanna we sing, like the children dear, In the olden days when the Lord lived here; He blessed little children, and smiled on them, While they chanted His praise in Jerusalem. Alleluia we sing, like the children bright, With their harps of gold and their raiment white, As they follow their Shepherd with loving eyes, Through the beautiful valleys of Paradise. Hosanna we sing, for He bends His ear, And rejoices the hymns of His own to hear; We know that His heart will never wax cold To the lambs that He feeds in His earthly fold. Alleluia we sing in the Church we love, Alleluia resounds in the Church above, To Thy little ones, Lord, may such grace be given, That we lose not our part in the song of Heav’n.

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