Luke 22:24-30

• [Luk 22:27] Toil Of Brain, Or Heart, Or Hand, The

  The toil of brain, or heart, or hand, Is man’s appointed lot; He who God’s call can understand, Will work and murmur not. Toil is no thorny crown of pain, Bound round man’s brow for sin; True souls, from it, all strength may gain, High manliness may win. O God! Who workest hitherto, Working in all we see, Fain would we be, and bear, and do, As best it pleaseth Thee. Where’er Thou sendest we will go, Nor any question ask, And what Thou biddest we will do, Whatever be the task. Our skill of hand, and strength of limb, Are not our own, but Thine; We link them to the work of Him Who made all life divine! Our brother-friend, Thy holy Son, Shared all our lot and strife; And nobly will our work be done, If molded by His life.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 22:29] Captains Of The Saintly Band

  Captains of the saintly band, Lights who lighten every land, Princes who with Jesus dwell, Judges of His Israel: On the nations sunk in night Ye have shed the Gospel light; Sin and error flee away; Truth reveals the promised day. Not by warrior’s spear and sword, Not by art of human word, Preaching but the Cross of shame, Rebel hearts for Christ ye tame. Earth, that long in sin and pain Groaned in Satan’s deadly chain, Now to serve its God is free In the law of liberty. Distant lands with one acclaim Tell the honor of your name, Who, wherever man has trod, Teach the mysteries of God. Glory to the Three in One While eternal ages run, Who from deepest shades of night Called us to His glorious light.

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  source: Cyberhymnal