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Lukas 7:1--8:56

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Lukas 7:1--8:56

• [Luk 7:6] I Am Not Worthy, Holy Lord

  I am not worthy, holy Lord, That Thou shouldst come to me; Speak but the word; one gracious word Can set the sinner free. I am not worthy; cold and bare The lodging of my soul; How canst Thou deign to enter there? Lord, speak, and make me whole. I am not worthy; yet, my God, How can I say Thee nay; Thee, who didst give Thy flesh and blood My ransom price to pay? O come! in this sweet morning hour Feed me with food divine; And fill with all Thy love and power This worthless heart of mine.

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• [Luk 7:6] Savior, And Can It Be

  Savior, and can it be That Thou should’st dwell with me? From Thy high and lofty throne, Throne of everlasting bliss, Will Thy majesty stoop down To so mean a house as this? I am not worthy, Lord, So foul, so self-abhorred, Thee, my God, to entertain In this poor polluted heart: I am a frail sinful man! All my nature cries, Depart! Yet come, Thou heav’nly Guest, And purify my breast; Come, Thou great and glorious King, While before Thy cross I bow; With Thyself salvation bring, Cleanse the house by entering now.

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• [Luk 7:34] Friend Of Sinners, Lord Of Glory

  Friend of sinners, Lord of glory, Lowly, mighty, Brother, King! Musing o’er Thy wondrous story, Grateful we Thy praises sing: Friend to help us, cheer us, save us, In Whom pow’r and pity blend— Praise we must the grace which gave us Jesus Christ, the sinners’ Friend. Friend Who never fails nor grieves us, Faithful, tender, constant, kind; Friend Who at all times receives us, Friend Who came the lost to find. Sorrow soothing, joys enhancing, Loving until life shall end; Then conferring bliss entrancing, Still, in heaven, the sinners’ Friend. O to love and serve Thee better! From all evil set us free; Break, Lord, every sinful fetter; Be each thought conformed to Thee: Looking for Thy bright appearing, May our spirits upward tend; Till no longer doubting, fearing, We behold the sinners’ Friend.

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• [Luk 7:34] He Wants A Poor Sinner Like Me

  I have heard a most wonderful story Of the Son of the Highest in glory, How my heart He doth seek, though so sinful, so weak, He wants a poor sinner like me. Refrain He wants a poor sinner like me, Oh, wonderful love, can it be! Christ shed His own blood to redeem me, He wants a poor sinner like me. When I see Him beneath the cross bending, When I hear the sharp nails His flesh rending, When I see His blood flow, Jesus loves me I know, He wants a poor sinner like me. Refrain Yes, He wants all the sinful, the grieving, His dear arms are held out for receiving. I no longer will stay from this Savior away, He wants a poor sinner like me. Refrain Yes, He wants by His hand now to hold me, And with His mighty love to enfold me; Yes, He wants me to stay in His presence alway, He wants a poor sinner like me. Refrain

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• [Luk 7:34] Jesus! What A Friend For Sinners

  Jesus! what a Friend for sinners! Jesus! Lover of my soul; Friends may fail me, foes assail me, He, my Savior, makes me whole. Refrain Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a Friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end. Jesus! what a Strength in weakness! Let me hide myself in Him. Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing, He, my Strength, my victory wins. Refrain Jesus! what a Help in sorrow! While the billows over me roll, Even when my heart is breaking, He, my Comfort, helps my soul. Refrain Jesus! what a Guide and Keeper! While the tempest still is high, Storms about me, night overtakes me, He, my Pilot, hears my cry. Refrain Jesus! I do now receive Him, [or Jesus! I do now adore Him,] More than all in Him I find. He hath granted me forgiveness, I am His, and He is mine. Refrain

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• [Luk 7:38] Drop, Drop, Slow Tears

  Drop, drop, slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet, Which brought from Heav’n The news and Prince of Peace. Cease not, wet tears, His mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance: Sin doth never cease. In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears; Nor let His eye see Sin, but through my tears.
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• [Luk 7:38] Oh, To Be Nearer

  Oh, to be nearer, nearer, The feet of my Lord and King! Oh, to enjoy His presence, And only His love to sing! Refrain Only His love, only His love, Ever my song shall be: His wonderful love, preparing above A robe and a crown for me. Oh, to be nearer, nearer Communing with Him in prayer! Oh, to be stronger, stronger, My burden of toil to bear! Refrain Oh, to be nearer, nearer My Refuge, my Hope, my All! Oh, to be always ready To answer my Savior’s call! Refrain Oh, for a faith still brighter, And clearer from day to day! Oh, to be more like Jesus, In all that I do and say! Refrain

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• [Luk 7:47] Hail! My Ever Blessèd Jesus

  Hail! my ever blessèd Jesus, Only Thee I wish to sing; To my soul Thy Name is precious, Thou my Prophet, Priest and King. O what mercy flows from Heaven! O what joy and happiness! Love I much? I’m much forgiven I’m a miracle of grace. Once with Adam’s race in ruin, Unconcerned in sin I lay; Swift destruction still pursuing, Till my Savior passed that way. Witness, all ye hosts of Heaven, My Redeemer’s tenderness; Love I much? I’m much forgiven, I’m a miracle of grace. Shout, ye bright angelic choir, Praise the Lamb enthroned above; Whilst astonished I admire God’s free grace and boundless love. That blest moment I received Him, Filled my soul with joy and peace; Love I much? I’m much forgiven, I’m a miracle of grace.

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• [Luk 7:48] Sinner Forgiven, A

  To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair; She heard in the city that Jesus was there; Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board, She silently knelt at the feet of the Lord, She silently knelt at the feet of the Lord. The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all, That one so unhallowed should tread in that hall; And some said the poor would be objects more meet, As the wealth of her perfume she shower’d on His feet, As the wealth of her perfume she shower’d on His feet. She heard but the Savior; she spoke but with sighs; She dared not look up to the heaven of His eyes; And hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast, As her lips to His sandals were throbbingly pressed; As her lips to His sandals were throbbingly pressed. In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow, In glance of the sunshine, as melteth the snow, He looked on that lost one: “her sins were forgiv’n,” And the sinner went forth in the beauty of Heav’n; And the sinner went forth in the beauty of Heav’n.

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• [Luk 8:1] What’s The News?

  Whene’er we meet, you always say, What’s the news? what’s the news? Pray what’s the order of the day? What’s the news? what’s the news? O! I have got good news to tell! My Savior hath done all things well, And triumphed over death and hell— That’s the news! that’s the news! The Lamb was slain on Calvary! That’s the news! that’s the news! To set a world of sinners free, That’s the news! that’s the news! ’Twas there His precious blood was shed, ’Twas there He bowed His sacred head, But now He’s risen from the dead, That’s the news! that’s the news! His work’s reviving all around, That’s the news! that’s the news! And many have redemption found— That’s the news! that’s the news! And since their souls have caught the flame, They shout hosanna to His Name, And all around they spread His fame— That’s the news! that’s the news! The Lord has pardoned all my sin— That’s the news! that’s the news! I feel the witness now within— That’s the news! that’s the news! And since He took my sins away, And taught me how to watch and pray, I’m happy now from day to day— That’s the news! that’s the news! And Christ the Lord can save you now— That’s the news! that’s the news! Your sinful heart He can renew— That’s the news! that’s the news! This moment, if for sins you grieve, This moment, if you do believe, A full acquittal you’ll receive— That’s the news! that’s the news! And now if any one should say, What’s the news! what’s the news? O tell them you’ve begun to pray— That’s the news! that’s the news! That you have joined the conquering band, And now, with joy, at God’s command, You’re marching to the better land— That’s the news! that’s the news!

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• [Luk 8:2] O Daughters Blest Of Galilee

  O daughters blest of Galilee, With Jesus chose ye well to be, Thrice happy holy company. O joy, to see that Master dear! O joy, to live with Him so near! O joy, that gentle voice to hear! O more than joy, to that dear Lord, In purest, deepest love adored, All lowly service to afford. Yea, happy was your lot to bring In loyal homage to your King Each free and gracious offering. O Jesus, throned above the height, Adoring troops of angels bright Wait on Thy bidding day and night. Thy sacred form we cannot see, Yet, Lord, these hands may render Thee Each lowly act of charity. For while, ’mid want and woe we move, And tend Thy poor in gentle love, We minister to Thee above. O gracious Jesus, we confess, Our poor cold love, our nothingness: Yet Thou wilt own, and Thou wilt bless.

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• [Luk 8:8] Almighty Father, Bless The Word

  Almighty Father, bless the Word, Which through Thy grace we now have heard. O may the precious seed take root, Spring up, and bear abundant fruit. We praise Thee for the means of grace, As in our lives Thy love we trace. Grant, Lord, that we who worship here May all, at last, in Heaven appear.
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• [Luk 8:8] Lord, If At Thy Command

  Lord, if at Thy command The word of life we sow, Watered by Thy almighty hand, The seed shall surely grow. The virtue of Thy grace A large increase shall give, And multiply the faithful race Who to Thy glory live. Now then the ceaseless shower Of Gospel blessings send, And let the soul converting power Thy ministers attend. On multitudes confer The heart renewing love, And by the joy of grace prepare For fuller joys above.

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• [Luk 8:16] Someone Is Looking To You

  Let your light shine wherever you go, Someone is looking to you! Brighter each day let it gleam and glow, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Looking to you, yes, looking to you! Let your light shine the darkness through; O be faithful, be loyal, and true, For someone is looking to you! Someone is groping his way to God, Someone is looking to you! Following on where your feet have trod, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Someone your counsel will surely take, Someone is looking to you! And by your life his decision make, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Someone has almost accepted Him, Someone is looking to you! And may be lost if your light grows dim, Someone is looking to you! Refrain

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• [Luk 8:16] Tell It Again

  Into the tent where a gypsy boy lay, Dying alone at the close of the day, News of salvation we carried; said he: “Nobody ever has told it to me!” Refrain Tell it again! Tell it again! Salvation’s story repeat o’er and o’er. Till none can say of the children of men, “Nobody ever has told me before.” “Did He so love me, a poor little boy? Send unto me the good tidings of joy? Need I not perish? My hand will He hold? Nobody ever the story has told!” Refrain Bending we caught the last words of his breath, Just as he entered the valley of death: “God sent His Son! ‘Whosoever,’ said He: Then I am sure that He sent Him for me!” Refrain Smiling he said, as his last sigh he spent, “I am so glad that for me He was sent!” Whispered, while low sunk the sun in the west, “Lord, I believe, tell it now to the rest!” Refrain

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• [Luk 8:23] When The Storms Of Life Surround Me

  When the storms of life surround me, And the world seems dark and cold, When the rain beats down upon me, And the lightning stabs my soul, I cry out to my Savior, “Lord, help me, lest I die! Do You care not that the billows Push my boat toward the shoal?” When the raging winds and tempest, And the noxious clouds of sin, Whirl around me like an army, And my faith is wearing thin, In a whispering distant thunder, Comes a voice like morning calm: “Fear not, I am with you ever, Till the world shall see its end. “I command the winds of heaven, And the lightning does My will, I Who walked upon the waters, And Who bid the storm be still. I seek not your destruction, But to strengthen and make pure; Keep your faith in Me, believing I My promises fulfill.” He is greater than the thunder, He is mightier than the storm; He extends His hand to lift me, And protect my soul from harm. He will see me safe to harbor, To the haven of my rest, Sheltered by the Rock of Ages, Held in His almighty arm.

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• [Luk 8:48] Jesu! Speak To Me In Love

  Jesu! speak to me in love, Restless, storm tossed in my sin; With Thy mighty voice, O Lord, Thy great calm create within; Bid the stormy winds to cease, Bid, O bid me go in peace. To Thee, Jesu, do I fly, Wakened from my soul’s dread sleep; None but Thou can save me, Lord, In this hour of anguish deep; Thou alone canst give release, Bid, O bid me go in peace. Weeping at Thy feet I fall, Wearied, burdened, lonely, sad; Thou dost bid me come, my Lord, Thou alone canst make me glad; Jesu, grant my soul release, Bid, O bid me go in peace. Boldly at Thy throne of grace, Lord, I now forgiveness seek; In Thy tender, pitying love To my soul Thy pardon speak. Jesu! make my anguish cease, Bid, O bid me go in peace. Prince of Peace! Who in Thy death Didst for me the ransom pay, Cleanse me in Thy precious blood, Give to me Thy peace today. Now, Lord, grant my soul release, Now, Lord, bid me go in peace.

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• [Luk 8:52] Beloved, Sleep

  Belovèd, sleep, Thy conflicts now are past, Life’s battle fought, thy bliss begun, And thou art crowned at last. Rest, sweetly rest, Thy tears are wiped away, Thy sighing hushed, thy song begun, And thine eternal day. Sweet, dreamless sleep, The Master said, “Well done!” Thy weary head, upon His breast, Reclined at set of sun. We wait in hope Till Jesus comes again; We’ll meet thee then, to part to no more, Beyond the reach of pain. Belovèd, sleep.

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• [Luk 8:52] Christian’s “good Night”, The

  Sleep on, belovèd, sleep, and take thy rest; Lay down thy head upon the Savior’s breast; We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best— Good night! Good night! Good night! Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep; But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep; Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until the shadows from this earth are cast, Until He gathers in His sheaves at last; Until the twilight gloom be over past— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until the Easter glory lights the skies, Until the dead in Jesus shall arise, And He shall come, but not in lowly guise— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until, made beautiful by love divine, Thou, in the likeness of thy Lord shalt shine, And He shall bring that golden crown of thine— Good night! Good night! Good night! Only “Good night,” belovèd—not “farewell!” A little while, and all His saints shall dwell In hallowed unison indivisible— Good night! Good night! Good night! Until we meet again before His throne, Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own, Until we know even as we are known— Good night! Good night! Good night!

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• [Luk 8:52] Silently The Shades Of Evening

  Silently the shades of evening Gather round my lowly door; Silently they bring before me Faces I shall see no more. O the lost, the unforgotten, Though the world be oft forgot! O the shrouded and the lonely, In our hearts they perish not! Living in the silent hours, Where our spirits only blend, They, unlinked with earthly trouble, We, still hoping for its end. How such holy memories cluster, Like the stars when storms are past, Pointing up to that fair heaven, We may hope to gain at last.

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• [Luk 8:52] Unveil Thy Bosom, Faithful Tomb

  Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust; And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust. Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invades thy bounds, no mortal woes, Can reach the lovely sleeper here, And angels watch her soft repose; Can reach the lovely sleeper here, And angels watch her soft repose. So Jesus slept; God’s dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed: Rest here, fair saint, till from His throne The morning break and pierce the shade; Rest here, fair saint, till from His throne The morning break and pierce the shade. Break from His throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth! His sovereign Word: Restore thy trust: a glorious form She must ascend to meet her Lord; Restore thy trust: a glorious form She must ascend to meet her Lord!

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• [Luk 8:52] We Cannot Think Of Them As Dead

  We cannot think of them as dead Who walk with us no more; Along the path of life we tread— They have but gone before. The Father’s house is mansioned fair Beyond our vision dim; All souls are His, and here or there Are living unto Him. But still their silent ministries Within our hearts have place, As when on earth they walked with us And met us face to face. Ours are they by an ownership Nor time nor death can free; For God hath given love to keep Its own eternally.

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• [Luk 8:52] Why Do We Mourn Departing Friends?

  Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death’s alarms? ’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to His arms. Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow To keep us from our love. Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. The graves of all His saints He blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head? Thence He arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, At the great rising day. Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground; Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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