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Matius 21:16

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Kolose 1:27

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Matius 21:16

• [Mat 21:16] Can A Little Child Like Me

  Can a little child like me Thank the Father fittingly? Yes, oh yes! be good and true, Faithful, kind, in all you do; Love the Lord, and do your part; Learn to say with all your heart, Father, we thank Thee, Father, we thank Thee, Father in Heaven, we thank Thee. For the fruit upon the tree For the birds that sing of Thee, For the earth in beauty dressed, Father, mother, and the rest, For Thy precious, loving care, For Thy bounty everywhere, Refrain For the sunshine warm and bright, For the day and for the night, For the lessons of our youth— Honor, gratitude and truth, For the love that met us here, For the home and for the cheer, Refrain For our comrades and our plays, And our happy holidays, For the joyful work and true That a little child might do, For our lives but just begun, For the great gift of Thy Son, Refrain

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• [Mat 21:16] Children Sing

  Children sing, gladly sing, Hallelujahs to our King; Lord of all, great and small, At His feet with rapture fall; Children sing, He is near, Bending still His gracious ear; Trust in Him, O rejoice! Praise the Lord with heart and voice. Refrain Then sing, gladly sing. Sing, gladly sing. Till the heav’nly arches ring, Till you hear the saints above, Praising God, for He is love. Journey on hand in hand, Singing to the promised land, There is rest, there is rest, In the kingdom of the blest; Children sing, gladly sing, Till the heav’nly arches ring, Till you hear saints above, Praising God, for He is love. Refrain Children sing, when the light Wakes the rosy morning bright, When the birds’ tuneful lay, Hails with joy the op’ning day, Praise the Lord, He has made Verdant lawn and forest shade. Children sing, gladly sing, Hallelujahs to our King. Refrain Children sing! who can tell If the song you love so well, May not reach one whose heart Longs to choose the better part? Stealing soft, like the sigh Of a zephyr passing by, Children sing, ever sing, Loudest praise to God our King. Refrain

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• [Mat 21:16] Come, Children, Raise Your Voices

  Come, children; raise your voices! The King of Love comes from above, The heavenly host rejoices. The Babe lies in the manger; God seeks His own, by angels known, But unto men a Stranger. Though weak and helpless lying, From Him is giv’n through earth and Heav’n New life, and peace undying. But who on earth do greet Him? A shepherd band with staff in hand Sets forth by night to meet Him. And lo! from eastward riding The wise men three; the star they see, And follow it confiding. Oh, Hope of all the ages! May we find grace to claim our place Where shepherds kneel and sages.

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• [Mat 21:16] Hark! Hark! The Song

  Hark! hark! the song from youthful voices breaking, Fresh from the heart its tuneful numbers flow; How sweet the song of happy children marching, Praising the Savior as they onward go. Refrain Hark! hark! the song of holy adoration, Glory to Jesus, our eternal King; Praise ye His Name, exalt Him in the highest, Now and forever shall the anthem ring. Hark! hark! the song, the grand old story telling, Oh, how it swells and echoes far away; Life, love and joy, through Him who hath redeemed us, Freely is offered in His Name today. Refrain Sing, children sing; the song you now are waking, Long, long ago on Judah’s plain began; When from the sky was heard the midnight chorus, Peace from our Father and good-will to men. Refrain Sing, children sing, ’till forward still advancing, Rank after rank the royal standard wave; Sing, gladly sing, the wonders of His greatness, Jesus the mighty One, the Strong to Save. Refrain

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• [Mat 21:16] Little Children, Rise And Sing

  Little children, rise and sing, (Ring the bells of Christmas) ’Tis the birthday of our King, Blessèd Child of Christmas. In a stable far away (Ring the bells of Christmas) Christ was born that happy day, Blessèd Child of Christmas. Joyful shepherds kneeling there, (Ring the bells of Christmas) Saw the Babe and said in prayer, ‘Blessèd Child of Christmas.’ Bring your gifts to Mary’s Son (Ring the bells of Christmas) God’s own Gift to everyone; Blessèd Child of Christmas.

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• [Mat 21:16] Lord, Thy Children Lowly Bending

  Lord, Thy children lowly bending, Bow before Thy throne; Praise from youthful lips ascending Wilt Thou deign to own? Wilt Thou hear us while we bless Thee, And confess Thee God alone? Yes, Thou wilt, for Thou dost love us, Cam’st for us to die; Bending from Thy throne above us, With a pitying eye, Well we know that Thou art near us, And will hear us when we cry. Then our humble praises bringing, We will seek Thy face; Hymns with grateful voices singing In this hallowed place. We will dare to come before Thee, And adore Thee, Lord of grace.

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• [Mat 21:16] Praise Him, All Ye Little Children

  Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love; Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love. Love Him, love Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love; Love Him, love Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love. Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love; Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children, God is love, God is love.

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• [Mat 21:16] Sing To The Lord The Children’s Hymn

  Sing to the Lord the children’s hymn, His gentle love declare, Who bends amid the seraphim To hear the children’s prayer. He at a mother’s breast was fed, Though God’s own Son was He; He learnt the first small words He said At a meek mother’s knee. He held us to His mighty breast, The children of the earth; He lifted up His hands and blessed The babes of human birth. Lo! from the stars His face will turn On us with glances mild; The angels of His presence yearn To bless the little child. Keep us, O Jesus Lord, for Thee, That so by Thy dear grace We, children of the font, may see Our heavenly Father’s face.

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• [Mat 21:16] Wilt Thou Hear The Voice Of Praise?

  Wilt Thou hear the voice of praise Which the little children raise, Thou Who art, from endless days, Glorious God of all? While the circling year has sped, Thou hast heavenly blessings shed, Like the dew, upon each head; Still on Thee we call. Still Thy constant care bestow; Let us each in wisdom grow, And in favor while below, With the God above. In our hearts the Spirit mild, Which adorned the Savior Child, Gently soothe each impulse wild To the sway of love. Thine example, kept in view, Jesus, help us to pursue; Lead us all our journey through By Thy guiding hand; And when life on earth is o’er, Where the blest dwell evermore, May we praise Thee and adore, An unbroken band.

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Lukas 10:21

• [Luk 10:21] O Lord Of Heav’n And Earth And Sea

  O Lord of Heav’n and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be; How shall we show our love to Thee, Who givest all? The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruits, Thy love declare; Where harvests ripen, Thou art there, Who givest all. For peaceful homes and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, Who givest all. Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gav’st Him for a world undone, And freely, with that blessèd One, Thou givest all. Thou giv’st the Spirit’s blessèd dower, Spirit of life and love and power, And dost His sevenfold graces shower Upon us all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiv’n, For means of grace and hopes of Heav’n, Father, all praise to Thee be giv’n, Who givest all. We lose what on ourselves we spend, We have as treasure without end Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, Repaid a thousand-fold will be; Then gladly will we give to Thee Who givest all. To Thee, from Whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give: O may we ever with Thee live, Who givest all.

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Kolose 1:27

• [Kol 1:27] How Beautiful The Mystery

  HOW BEAUTIFUL THE MYSTERY © 2000 Eric Schu­mach­er. Per­miss­ion grant­ed to re­pro­duce un­al­tered text in non­sal­a­ble, tem­po­ra­ry wor­ship me­dia. All other us­es re­quire the per­miss­ion of the au­thor. How beautiful the mystery: Th’eternal Word comes down To live and love and die and rise, To claim His victor’s crown. Content we find Him cradled there Amongst the filth and beasts. Who would believe that He will be Our guide from death to peace! By angry swords and dark decree He’s driven from His land. But still He humbly bows His head To trust His Father’s hand. The spotless Lamb lays down His life, A curse upon a cross. Then lives that He might guarantee That no sheep will be lost. O! May our hearts grow ever fond Of Mary’s precious boy: Our Christ, our hope, our heart’s desire, Our King and Sov’reign Joy!

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• [Kol 1:27] O Savior, May We Never Rest

  O Savior, may we never rest Till Thou art formed within, Till Thou hast calmed our troubled breast, And crushed the power of sin. O may we gaze upon Thy cross, Until the wondrous sight Makes earthly treasures seem but dross, And earthly sorrows light. Until, released from carnal ties, Our spirit upward springs, And sees true peace above the skies, True joy in heavenly things. There as we gaze, may we become United, Lord, to Thee, And, in a fairer, happier home, Thy perfect beauty see.

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