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Lukas 4:31--6:19

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Lukas 4:31--6:19

• [Luk 4:32] His Word Was With Power

  There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the King; He speaks, and the captive is free; The lips of the dumb with rejoicing shall sing; O speak, blessèd Savior, to me! Refrain O the pow’r, mighty pow’r, In the word of my Savior and King! O the pow’r, mighty pow’r! For Jesus salvation shall bring. There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the pardoning word; He said, “Go, and sin now no more!” How sweet was the hour when forgiveness I heard, And mercy had opened the door! Refrain There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the Lord, And strength He will give, when we pray, To follow His footsteps, His goodness record, And walk in love’s beautiful way. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 4:34] We Know Thee Who Thou Art

  We know Thee Who Thou art, Lord Jesus, Mary’s Son; We know the yearnings of Thy heart To end Thy work begun. That sacred Fount of grace, ’Mid all the bliss of Heaven, Has joy whene’er we seek Thy face, And kneel to be forgiven. Brought home from ways perverse, At peace Thine arms within, We pray Thee, shield us from the curse Of falling back to sin. We dare not ask to live Henceforth from trials free; But oh! when next they tempt us, give More strength to cling to Thee. We know Thee Who Thou art, Our own redeeming Lord; Be Thou by will, and mind, and heart, Accepted, loved, adored.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 5:5] Hear Us, O Lord

  Hear us, O Lord, from Heaven Thy dwelling place: Like them of old, in vain we toil all night, Unless with us Thou go, who art the Light, Come then, O Lord, that we may see Thy face. Thou, Lord, doest rule the raging of the sea, When loud the storm and furious is the gale: Strong is Thine arm; our little barques are frail: Send us Thy help; remember Galilee. Our wives and children we commend to Thee: For them we plough the land and plough the deep; For them by day the golden corn we reap, By night the silver harvest of the sea. We thank Thee, Lord, for sunshine, dew and rain, Broadcast from heaven by Thine almighty hand— Source of all life, unnumbered as the sand— Bird, beast, and fish, herb, fruit and golden grain. O Bread of Life, Thou in Thy Word hast said, Who feeds in faith on Me shall never die! In mercy hear Thy hungry children’s cry— Father, give us this day our daily bread! Sow in our hearts the seeds of Thy dear love, That we may reap contentment, joy, and peace; And when at last our earthly labors cease, Grant us to join Thy harvest home above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 5:20] The Hallowed Spot

  There is a spot to me more dear Than native vale or mountain; A spot for which affection’s tear Springs grateful from its fountain. ’Tis not where kindred souls abound, Though that is almost Heaven, But where I first my Savior found, And felt my sins forgiven. Hard was my toil to reach the shore, Long tossed upon the ocean; Above me was the thunder’s roar, Beneath, the wave’s commotion. Darkly the pall of night was thrown Around me faint with terror; In that dark hour how did my groan Ascend for years of error. Sinking and panting as for breath I knew not help was near me; I cried, “Oh, save me, Lord from death, Immortal Jesus, hear me.” Then quick as thought I felt Him mine, My Savior stood before me; I saw His brightness round me shine, And shouted “Glory, Glory.” O sacred hour! O hallowed spot! Where love divine first found me; Wherever falls my distant lot, My heart shall linger round thee. And when from earth I rise, to soar Up to my home in Heaven, Down will I cast my eyes once more, Where I was first forgiven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 5:31] Jesus Christ, Our Blessed Savior

  Jesus Christ, our blessèd Savior, Turned away God’s wrath forever; By His bitter grief and woe He saved us from the evil Foe. As His pledge of love undying He, this precious food supplying, Gives His body with the bread And with the wine the blood He shed. Whoso to this board repaireth May take heed how he prepareth; For if he does not believe, Then death for life he shall receive. Praise the Father, who from Heaven Unto us such food hath given And, to mend what we have done, Gave into death His only Son. Thou shalt hold with faith unshaken That this food is to be taken By the sick who are distressed, By hearts that long for peace and rest. Christ says, “Come, all ye that labor, And receive My grace and favor; They who feel no want nor ill Need no physician’s help nor skill. “Useless were for thee My Passion If thy works thy weal could fashion. This feast is not spread for thee If thine own savior thou wilt be.” If thy heart this truth professes, And thy mouth thy sin confesses, His dear guest thou here shalt be, And Christ Himself shall banquet thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal