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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Matthew 9:21

• [Mat 9:21] Just One Touch

  Just one touch as He moves along, Pushed and pressed by the jostling throng, Just one touch and the weak was strong, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain Just one touch as He passes by, He will list to the faintest cry, Come and be saved while the Lord is nigh, Christ is the Healer divine. Just one touch and He makes me whole, Speaks sweet peace to my sin sick soul, At His feet all my burdens roll, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain Jut one touch! and the work is done, I am saved by the blessèd Son, I will sing while the ages run, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain Just one touch! and He turns to me, Oh, the love in His eyes I see! I am His, for He hears my plea, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain Just one touch! by His mighty power He can heal thee this blessèd hour, Thou canst hear though the tempests lower, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:21] Only Thy Garment’s Hem

  Crowds are behind Thee, crowds are before, Life in a single moment Thou canst restore. Only to touch Thee, spotless and pure, Only to touch Thy garment, faith brings the cure. Refrain Only Thy garment’s hem, Lord, I implore; Only Thy garment’s hem life will restore; Only a touch will bring joy to my soul; Let me but touch Thy garment, I shall be whole. Only to touch Thee, Savior, I know, Peace to my troubled spirit Thou wilt bestow; Only to touch Thee, this is my prayer, Longer my heavy burden I cannot bear. Refrain Lord, I am sinful, Thou undefiled, Yet dost Thou love and even call me Thy child; Great is Thy mercy, wondrous to me; Lord, ’tis my faith that saves me, glory to Thee! Refrain

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Matthew 9:29

• [Mat 9:29] Claim The Promise

  Never let a shade of care rest on your brow, You can have the Savior’s helping hand just now; He has promised if His Word you will believe, That according to your faith you shall receive. Refrain Claim the promise, plead it o’er and o’er; On His Word lay hold as ne’er before; Claim the promise, plead it o’er and o’er; Let your faith be mightier than e’er before. He has called you in the world to shine for Him, Never need the brightness of your life grow dim; He has promised evermore He will bestow All that you may need to keep your light aglow. Refrain When the erring feet you seek to guide aright From the paths of darkness into His own light, He has promised pow’r to give you from above As you tell the story of His wondrous love. Refrain When at last your service for Him here shall cease, And He bids you rise to realms of endless peace, He has promised your reward on high shall be Far beyond all telling thro’ eternity. Refrain

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Matthew 13:3

• [Mat 13:3] Behold A Sower! From Afar

  Behold a Sower! from afar He goeth forth with might; The rolling years His furrows are, His seed, the growing light; For all the just His Word is sown, It springeth up alway; The tender blade is hope’s young dawn, The harvest, love’s new day. O Lord of life, to Thee we lift Our hearts in praise for those, Thy prophets, who have shown Thy gift Of grace that ever grows, Of truth that spreads from shore to shore, Of wisdom’s widening ray, Of light that shineth more and more Unto Thy perfect day. Shine forth, O Light, that we may see, With hearts all unafraid, The meaning and the mystery Of things that Thou hast made; Shine forth, and let the darkling past Beneath Thy beam grow bright; Shine forth, and touch the future vast With Thine untroubled light. Light up Thy Word; the fettered page From killing bondage free; Light up our way; lead forth this age In love’s large liberty. O Light of light! within us dwell, Through us Thy radiance pour, That word and life Thy truths may tell, And praise Thee evermore.

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• [Mat 13:3] Scattering Precious Seed

  Scattering precious seed by the wayside, Scattering precious seed by the hillside; Scattering precious seed o’er the field, wide, Scattering precious seed by the way. Refrain Sowing in the morning, Sowing at the noontide; Sowing in the evening, Sowing the precious seed by the way. Scattering precious seed for the growing, Scattering precious seed, freely sowing, Scattering precious seed, trusting, knowing, Surely the Lord will send it the rain. Refrain Scattering precious seed, doubting never, Scattering precious seed, trusting ever; Sowing the word with prayer and endeavor, Trusting the Lord for growth and for yield. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:3] Sower Went Forth Sowing, The

  The sower went forth sowing, The seed in secret slept Through weeks of faith and patience, Till out the green blade crept; And warmed by golden sunshine, And fed by silver rain, At last the fields were whitened To harvest once again. O praise the heavenly Sower, Who gave the fruitful seed, And watched and watered duly, And ripened for our need. Behold! the heavenly Sower Goes forth with better seed, The Word of sure salvation, With feet and hands that bleed; Here in His Church ’tis scattered, Our spirits are the soil; Then let an ample fruitage Repay His pain and toil. Oh, beauteous is the harvest, Wherein all goodness thrives, And this the true thanksgiving, The first fruits of our lives. Within a hallowed acre He sows yet other grain, When peaceful earth receiveth The dead He died to gain; For though the growth be hidden, We know that they shall rise; Yea even now they ripen In sunny Paradise. O summer land of harvest, O fields forever white With souls that wear Christ’s raiment, With crowns of golden light. One day the heavenly Sower Shall reap where He hath sown, And come again rejoicing, And with Him bring His own; And then the fan of judgment Shall winnow from His floor The chaff into the furnace That flameth evermore. O holy, awful Reaper, Have mercy in the day, Thou puttest in the sickle, And cast us not away.

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  source: Cyberhymnal