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Matius 4:1

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Matius 4:1

• [Mat 4:1] Jesu, Our Lenten Fast Of Thee

  Jesu, our Lenten fast of Thee We duteous learn to keep, A healing time, by Thy decree, For all Thy wounded sheep. A time in which towards paradise, Once lost by carnal sense, The souls redeemed by Thee may rise Through chastening abstinence. Now with Thy Church be present, Lord, In all Thy saving grace, And hear us as with one accord Mourning, we seek Thy face. Most Merciful, forgive the past, The sins which we deplore; Thy sheltering arms around us cast, That we may sin no more. To Thee our sacrifice we bring Of Lenten fast and prayer, Till, cleansed by Thee, our God and King, Thy Paschal joy we share. Grant this, O Father, through Thy Son, And through the Spirit blest, Who art with Them forever One, Eternally confessed.

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• [Mat 4:1] Lord, Who Throughout These Forty Days

  Lord, who throughout these forty days For us didst fast and pray, Teach us with Thee to mourn our sins And close by Thee to stay. As Thou with Satan didst contend, And didst the victory win, O give us strength in Thee to fight, In Thee to conquer sin. As Thou didst hunger bear, and thirst, So teach us, gracious Lord, To die to self, and chiefly live By Thy most holy Word. And through these days of penitence, And through Thy passiontide, Yea, evermore in life and death, Jesus, with us abide. Abide with us, that so, this life Of suffering over past, An Easter of unending joy We may attain at last.

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• [Mat 4:1] O Jesu Christ, From Thee Began

  O Jesu Christ, from Thee began This healing for the soul for man, By fasting sought, by fasting found Through forty days of yearly round; That he who fell from high delight, Borne down to sensual appetite, By dint of stern control may rise To climb the hills of Paradise. Therefore behold Thy Church, O Lord, And grace of penitence accord To all who seek with generous tears Renewal of their wasted years. Forgive the sin that we have done, Forgive the course that we have run, And show henceforth in evil day Thyself our succor and our stay. But now let every heart prepare, By sacrifice of fast and prayer, To keep with joy magnifical The solemn Easter festival. Father and Son and Spirit blest, To Thee be every prayer addrest, Who art in threefold Name adored, From age to age, the only Lord.

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Matius 13:39

• [Mat 13:39] Lord Of The Harvest, Once Again

  Lord of the harvest, once again, We thank Thee for the ripened grain; For crops safe carried, sent to cheer Thy servants through another year; For all sweet holy thoughts supplied By seed time, and by harvest tide. The bare dead grain, in autumn sown, Its robe of vernal green it puts on; Glad from its wintry grave it springs, Fresh garnished by the King of kings; So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee Shall new and glorious bodies be. Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask A lesson from the reaper’s task: So shall Thine angels issue forth: The tares be burnt; the just of earth, To wind and storm exposed no more, Be gathered to their Father’s store. Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said, As Thou hast taught, for daily bread; But not alone our bodies feed, Supply our fainting spirits’ need: O Bread of life, from day to day Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay.

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• [Mat 13:39] Where Hast Thou Gleaned Today?

  Weary gleaner, whence comest thou, With empty hands and clouded brow? Plodding along thy lonely way, Tell me, where hast thou gleaned today? Late I found a barren field, The harvest past, my search revealed. Others golden sheaves had gained, Only stubble for me remained. Refrain Forth to the harvest field a-way! Gather your handfuls while you may; All day long in the field a-bide, Gleaning close by the reapers’ side. Careless gleaner, what hast thou here; These faded flow’rs and leaflets sere? Hungry and thirsty, tell me, pray, Where, oh, where hast thou gleaned today? All day long in shady bow’rs, I’ve gaily sought earth’s fairest flow’rs; Now, alas! too late I see All I’ve gathered is vanity. Refrain Burdened gleaner, thy sheaves I see; Indeed thou must aweary be! Singing along the homeward way, Glad one, where hast thou gleaned today? Stay me not, till day is done I’ve gathered handfuls one by one; Here and there for me they fall, Close by the reap’rs I’ve found them all. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:39] Winter In His Heart Of Gloom

  Winter in his heart of gloom Sings the song of coming bloom: So over death our souls shall sing ’Lays of the eternal spring. Then decay shall be no more, And, the weary seed time o’er, All the dead in Christ shall rise For the harvest of the skies. Wheresoe’er the faithful sleep Angels shall go forth to reap, From the dust and ’neath the foam They shall bring the harvest home. Bodies of the saints, whose bones Rest beneath sepulchral stones, Or are lost on every wind, All, those messengers shall find. All from earth to Heaven shall soar In that flesh which once they wore, Deathless now and glorified, Like their Lord and at His side. This is life’s eternal spring! This the coming joy we sing! Look we ever toward this day, Be it near or far away! ’Mid the sorrow and the strife ’Tis the music of our life, And the song hath this refrain— Our Redeemer comes again!

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Ibrani 2:14

• [Ibr 2:14] Christians, Sing The Incarnation

  Christians, sing the incarnation Of th’eternal Son of God, Who, to save us, took our nature, Soul and body, flesh and blood; God, He saw man’s cruel bondage, Who in death’s dark dungeon lay; Man, He came to fight man’s battle, And for man He won the day. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who for man as Man hath conquered In our own true flesh and blood. King of kings and Lord of angels, He put off His glory-crown, Had a stable-cave for palace, And a manger for His throne; Helpless lay, to Whom creation All its life and being owed, And the lowly Hebrew maiden Was the mother of her God. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who concealed His dazzling Godhead ’Neath the veil of flesh and blood. Through a life of lowly labor He on earth was pleased to dwell, All our want and sorrow sharing; God with us, Emmanuel: Yet, a dearer, closer union Jesus in His love would frame; He, the Passover fulfilling, Gave Himself as paschal Lamb. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who the heav’nly gifts bequeathed us Of His own true flesh and blood. Then, by man refused and hated, God for man vouchsafed to die, Love divine its depth revealing On the heights of Calvary; Through His dying the dominion From the tyrant death was torn, When its Victim rose its Victor On the resurrection morn. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who through His eternal Spirit Offers His own flesh and blood. Forty days of mystic converse Lived on earth the Risen One, Speaking of His earthly kingdom, Ere He sought His heav’nly throne: Then, His latest words a blessing, He ascended up on high, And through rank on rank of angels Captive led captivity. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who the holiest place hath entered In our flesh and by His blood. Now upon the golden altar, In the midst before the throne, Incense of His intercession He is offering for His own. And on earth at all His altars His true presence we adore, And His sacrifice is pleaded, Yea, till time shall be no more. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who, abiding Priest forever, Still imparts His flesh and blood. Then, adored in highest Heaven, We shall see the virgin’s Son, All creation bowed before Him, Man upon th’eternal throne: Where, like sound of many waters In one ever rising flood, Myriad voices hymn His triumph, Victim, Priest, incarnate God. Worthy He all praise and blessing Who, by dying, death o’ercame; Glory be to God forever! Alleluia to the Lamb!

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• [Ibr 2:14] Praise The Savior, Now And Ever

  Praise the Savior now and ever; Praise Him, all beneath the skies; Prostrate lying, suff’ring, dying On the cross, a sacrifice. Vict’ry gaining, life obtaining, Now in glory He doth rise. Man’s work faileth, Christ’s availeth; He is all our righteousness; He, our Savior, has forever Set us free from dire distress. Through His merit we inherit Light and peace and happiness. Sin’s bonds severed, we’re delivered, Christ has bruised the serpent’s head; Death no longer is the stronger, Hell itself is captive led. Christ has risen from death’s prison, O’er the tomb He light has shed. For His favor, praise forever, Unto God the Father sing; Praise the Savior, praise Him ever, Son of God, our Lord and King. Praise the Spirit, through Christ’s merit, He doth us salvation bring.

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