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Lukas 11:27-28

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Lukas 11:27-28

• [Luk 11:28] How Blest Are They Who Hear God’s Word

  How blest are they who hear God’s Word And keep and heed what they have heard! They wisdom daily gather; Their light shines brighter day by day, And while they tread life’s weary way, They have the oil of gladness To soothe their pain and sadness. God’s Word a treasure is to me, Through sorrow’s night my sun shall be, The shield of faith in battle. The Father’s hand hath written there My title as His child and heir, “The kingdom’s thine forever.” That promise faileth never. Today I was my Savior’s guest, My soul was here so richly blest, The Bread of Life receiving. Oh, may thereby my faith prevail, So that its fruits shall never fail Till my account is given Before the throne in Heaven!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 11:28] O Blessed Bible

  O blessèd, blessèd Bible, Our treasured book divine, With hope, and joy, and comfort, Thy pages brightly shine. Refrain More precious still than rubies, More pure than purest gold, Our blessèd, blessèd Bible, Thy worth can ne’er be told. Thou tellest us of Jesus, The Son of God above, Who came the world to ransom, So great His wondrous love. Refrain O blessèd, blessèd Bible, That God Himself hath giv’n, To fit us for His kingdom, Of endless life in Heav’n. Refrain

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Lukas 12:37-38

• [Luk 12:37] How Are Thy Servants Blest, O Lord!

  How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defense! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to her, Nor impotent to save. The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will, The sea, that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still. From all our griefs and fears, O Lord, Thy mercy sets us free; While in the confidence of prayer Our hearts take hold on Thee. In midst of dangers, fears and death, Thy goodness we adore; We praise Thee for Thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more Our life, while Thou preservest life, A sacrifice shall be; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to Thee.

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• [Luk 12:37] Ye Servants Of The Lord

  Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly Word, And watchful at His gate. Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame, Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. Watch: ’tis your Lord’s command, And while we speak He’s near; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall His Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. Christ shall the banquet spread With His own royal hand, And raise that faithful servant’s head Amid the angelic band.

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Lukas 14:14-15

• [Luk 14:15] Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast

  Come, sinners, to the Gospel feast; Let every soul be Jesus’ guest. Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bid all humankind. Sent by my Lord, on you I call; The invitation is to all. Come, all the world! Come, sinner, thou! All things in Christ are ready now. Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed, Ye restless wanderers after rest; Ye poor, and maimed, and sick, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. Come, and partake the Gospel feast; Be saved from sin; in Jesus rest; O taste the goodness of your God, And eat His flesh, and drink His blood! You vagrant souls, on you I call; (O that my voice could reach you all!) You all may now be justified, You all may live, for Christ hath died. My message as from God receive; Ye all may come to Christ and live. O let His love your hearts constrain, Nor permit Him to die in vain. His love is mighty to compel; His conquering love consent to feel, Yield to His love’s resistless power, And fight against your God no more. See Him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding Sacrifice! His offered benefits embrace, And freely now be saved by grace. This is the time, no more delay! This is the Lord’s accepted day. Come thou, this moment, at His call, And live for Him Who died for all. Jesus to you His fullness brings, A feast of marrow and fat things. Do not begin to make excuse, Ah! do not you His grace refuse. Your grounds forsake, your oxen quit, Your every earthly thought forget, Seek not the comforts of this life, Nor sell your Savior for a wife. “Have me excused,” why will ye say? Why will ye for damnation pray? Have you excused—from joy and peace! Have you excused—from happiness: Excused from coming to a feast! Excused from being Jesus’ guest! From knowing now your sins forgiven, From tasting here the joys of Heaven. Excused, alas! why should you be From health, and life, and liberty, From entering into glorious rest, From leaning on your Savior’s breast? Sinners my gracious Lord receives, Harlots, and publicans, and thieves; Drunkards, and all ye hellish crew, I have a message now to you. The worst unto My supper press, Monsters of daring wickedness, Tell them My grace for all is free. They cannot be too bad for Me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 14:15] King Of Heav’n His Table Spreads, The

  The King of Heav’n His table spreads, And blessings crown the board; Not paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are giv’n, Through the rich blood that Jesus shed To raise our souls to Heav’n. Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin’s dark mazes, come: Come from the hedges and highways And grace shall find you room. Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. Yet is His house and heart so large, That millions more may come; Nor could the wide assembling world O’erfill the spacious room. All things are ready, come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast; And bless the Founder’s Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal