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Lukas 12:37

• [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 22:27

• [Luk 22:27] Toil Of Brain, Or Heart, Or Hand, The

  The toil of brain, or heart, or hand, Is man’s appointed lot; He who God’s call can understand, Will work and murmur not. Toil is no thorny crown of pain, Bound round man’s brow for sin; True souls, from it, all strength may gain, High manliness may win. O God! Who workest hitherto, Working in all we see, Fain would we be, and bear, and do, As best it pleaseth Thee. Where’er Thou sendest we will go, Nor any question ask, And what Thou biddest we will do, Whatever be the task. Our skill of hand, and strength of limb, Are not our own, but Thine; We link them to the work of Him Who made all life divine! Our brother-friend, Thy holy Son, Shared all our lot and strife; And nobly will our work be done, If molded by His life.

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  source: Cyberhymnal