Matthew 8:25

• [Mat 8:25] When Through The Torn Sail

  When through the torn sail the wild tempest is raging, When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker, “Save, Lord, or we perish.” O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, “Save, Lord, or we perish.” And O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts his wild warfare is waging, Then send down Thy grace Thy redeemèd to cherish Rebuke the destroyer; “Save, Lord, or we perish.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 14:17

• [Mat 14:17] Little Is Much When God Is In It

  In the harvest field now ripened There’s a work for all to do; Hark! the voice of God is calling To the harvest calling you. Refrain Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame. There’s a crown—and you can win it, If you go in Jesus’ Name. In the mad rush of the broad way, In the hurry and the strife, Tell of Jesus’ love and mercy, Give to them the Word of Life. Refrain Does the place you’re called to labor Seem too small and little known? It is great if God is in it, And He’ll not forget His own. Refrain Are you laid aside from service, Body worn from toil and care? You can still be in the battle, In the sacred place of prayer. Refrain When the conflict here is ended And our race on earth is run, He will say, if we are faithful, “Welcome home, My child—well done!” Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal