Matthew 25:42

• [Mat 25:42] O How Can They Look Up To Heaven?

  O how can they look up to Heaven, And ask for mercy there, Who never soothed the poor man’s pang, Nor dried the orphan’s tear? The dread omnipotence of Heaven We every hour provoke; Yet still the mercy of our God Withholds the avenging stroke. And Christ was still the healing friend Of poverty and pain; And never did imploring soul His garment touch in vain. May we with humble effort take Example from above; And thence the active lesson learn Of charity and love! But chiefly be the labor ours To shade the early plant; To guard from ignorance and guilt The infancy of want; To graft the virtues, ere the bud The canker worm has gnawed, And teach the rescued child to lisp Its gratitude to God.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 26:26

• [Mat 26:26] Death Of Jesus Christ, Our Lord, The

  The death of Jesus Christ, our Lord, We celebrate with one accord; It is our comfort in distress, Our heart’s sweet joy and happiness. He blotted out with His own blood The judgment that against us stood; He full atonement for us made, And all our debt He fully paid. That this is now and ever true He gives an earnest ever new: In this His holy supper here We taste His love so sweet, so near. His Word proclaims, and we believe, That in the supper we receive His very body, as He said, His very blood for sinners shed. A precious food is this indeed— It never fails us in our need— A heavenly manna for our soul. Until we safely reach our goal. Oh, blest is each believing guest Who in this promise finds his rest; For Jesus will in love abide With those who do in Him confide. The guest that comes with true intent To turn to God and to repent, To live for Christ, to die to sin, Will thus a holy life begin. They who His Word do not believe This food unworthily receive, Salvation here will never find— May we this warning keep in mind! Help us sincerely to believe That we may worthily receive Thy supper and in Thee find rest. Amen, he who believes is blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 26:26] Thou Whom My Soul Admires Above

  Thou Whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do Thy sweetest pastures grow? Where is the shadow of that rock That from the sun defends Thy flock? Fain would I feed among Thy sheep Among them rest, among them sleep. Why should Thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. The footsteps of Thy flock I see; Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with Thy wounds, and groans, and tears. His dearest flesh He makes my food, And bids me drink His richest blood: Here to these hills my soul will come, Till my Belovèd lead me home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal