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Lukas 14:13-21

• [Luk 14:13] Good King Wenceslas

  Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. “Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?” “Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain, Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain.” “Bring me food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither, You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.” Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together, Through the cold wind’s wild lament and the bitter weather. “Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger, Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer.” “Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread now in them boldly, You shall find the winter’s rage freeze your blood less coldly.” In his master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing, You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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• [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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• [Luk 14:16] How Sweet And Awesome Is This Place

  How sweet and awesome is this place [originally How sweet and aweful is the place] With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores! Here every bowel of our God With soft compassion rolls; Here peace and pardon bought with blood Is food for dying souls. While all our hearts and all our songs Join to admire the feast, Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, “Lord, why was I a guest? “Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there’s room, When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come?” ’Twas the same love that spread the feast That sweetly drew us in; Else we had still refused to taste, And perished in our sin. Pity the nations, O our God! Constrain the earth to come; Send Thy victorious Word abroad, And bring the strangers home. We long to see Thy churches full, That all the chosen race May with one voice, and heart and soul, Sing Thy redeeming grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 14:16] When The Comforter Came

  My heart, that was heavy and sad, Was made to rejoice and be glad, And peace without measure I had, When the Comforter came. Refrain Peace, sweet peace, Peace when the Comforter came! My heart that was heavy and sad, Was made to rejoice and be glad, And peace without measure I had, When the Comforter came. To sin and to evil inclined, With darkness pervading my mind, No rest I could anywhere find, Till the Comforter came. Refrain The voice of thanksgiving I raised, The Lord, my Redeemer, I praised; I was at His mercy amazed, When the Comforter came. Refrain

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• [Luk 14:17] The Blessed Feast

  Come, poor sinner, to the blessèd, blessèd feast, O hear the call—thy Savior’s call; Haste to meet Him, He will welcome thee His guest, O rejoice, there’s room for all. Refrain Whosoever will in that feast may share, In our Father’s house there is bread to spare; Come to Jesus, He is waiting, waiting now, Come, O come, there’s room for all. Art thou weary? Wouldst thou lay thy weight aside? Then rest thee here, the cross is near; See where Jesus thy Redeemer bled and died, Come and taste His mercy here. Refrain Hark, He bids thee to the crimson fountain go, It flows so free, so pure for thee; He will wash thee and will make thee white as snow, Thou His happy child shalt be. Refrain Come to Jesus, and thy burden He will bear, The feast is spread, lift up thy head; Come, and rest thee in the Savior’s gentle care, By His love thou shalt be fed. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal