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Lukas 7:27-28

Lukas 7:47

Lukas 10:7

Lukas 24:21

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Lukas 7:47

• [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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Lukas 18:16

• [Luk 18:16] Friend Of The Home

  Friend of the home: as when in Galilee The mothers brought their little ones to Thee, So we, dear Lord, would now the children bring, And seek for them the shelter of Thy wing. Thine are they, by Thy love’s eternal claim, Thine we baptize them in the threefold Name; Yet not the sign we trust, Lord, but the grace That in Thy fold prepared the lambs a place. Lord, may Thy Church, as with a mother’s care, For Thee the lambs within her bosom bear; And grant, as morning grows to noon, that they Still in her love and holy service stay. Draw through the child the parents nearer Thee, Endue their home with growing sanctity; And gather all, by earthly homes made one, In Heaven, O Christ, when earthly days are done.

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• [Luk 18:16] I Think, When I Read That Sweet Story

  I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then. I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, That His arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, “Let the little ones come unto Me.” Yet still to His foot stool in prayer I may go; And ask for a share in His love; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above. But thousands and thousands who wander and fall, Never heard of that heavenly home; I wish they could know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come. In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; And many dear children shall be with Him there, For “of such is the kingdom of heaven.” I long for the joy of that glorious time, The sweetest and brightest and best, When the dear little children of every clime Shall crowd to His arms and be blest.

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• [Luk 18:16] It Fell Upon A Summer Day

  It fell upon a summer day, When Jesus walked in Galilee, The mothers from a village brought Their children to His knee. He took them in His arms, and laid His hands on each remembered head; “Suffer these little ones to come To Me,” He gently said. “Forbid them not. Unless ye bear The childlike heart your hearts within, Unto My kingdom ye may come, But may not enter in.” Master, I fain would enter there; O let me follow Thee and share Thy meek and lowly heart, and be Freed from all worldly care. Of innocence, and love, and trust, Of quiet work, and simple word, Of joy, and thoughtlessness of self, Build up my life, good Lord. All happy thoughts, and gentle ways, And lovingkindness daily given, And freedom through obedience gained, Make in my heart Thy heaven. O happy thus to live and move! And sweet this world, where I shall find God’s beauty everywhere, His love, His good in all mankind. O Father, grant this childlike heart, That I may come to Christ, and feel His hands on me in blessing laid, Love-giving, strong to heal.

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• [Luk 18:16] Oh, Come, Little Children

  Oh, come, little children, oh, come, one and all, To Bethlehem’s stable, in Bethlehem’s stall. And see with rejoicing this glorious sight, Our Father in heaven has sent us this night. Oh, see in the manger, in hallowèd light A star throws its beam on this holiest sight. In clean swaddling clothes lies the heavenly Child, More lovely than angels, this Baby so mild. Oh, there lies the Christ Child, on hay and on straw; The shepherds are kneeling before Him with awe. And Mary and Joseph smile on Him with love, While angels are singing sweet songs from above.

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• [Luk 18:16] Thy Little Ones, Dear Lord, Are We

  Thy little ones, dear Lord, are we, And come Thy lowly bed to see; Enlighten every soul and mind, That we the way to Thee may find. With songs we hasten Thee to greet, And kiss the dust before Thy feet; O blessèd hour, O sweetest night, That gave Thee birth, our soul’s delight. O draw us wholly to Thee, Lord, Do Thou to us Thy grace accord, True faith and love to us impart, That we may hold Thee in our heart. Until at last we too proclaim With all Thy saints, Thy glorious Name; In paradise our songs renew, And praise Thee as the angels do.

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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