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Lukas 1:69

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Lukas 8:6-8

• [Luk 8:8] Almighty Father, Bless The Word

  Almighty Father, bless the Word, Which through Thy grace we now have heard. O may the precious seed take root, Spring up, and bear abundant fruit. We praise Thee for the means of grace, As in our lives Thy love we trace. Grant, Lord, that we who worship here May all, at last, in Heaven appear.
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• [Luk 8:8] Lord, If At Thy Command

  Lord, if at Thy command The word of life we sow, Watered by Thy almighty hand, The seed shall surely grow. The virtue of Thy grace A large increase shall give, And multiply the faithful race Who to Thy glory live. Now then the ceaseless shower Of Gospel blessings send, And let the soul converting power Thy ministers attend. On multitudes confer The heart renewing love, And by the joy of grace prepare For fuller joys above.

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Lukas 12:27

• [Luk 12:27] Consider The Lilies

  Consider the lilies—how stately they grow! They toil not, they spin not, no seed do they sow; Yet they bloom all the summer, so shining and tall, The Father Who loves them takes thought for them all. Consider the ravens—who gives them their food? Who shelters their nest in the storm beaten wood? Who guides the young sparrow? who watches its fall? Their Father in Heaven takes heed for them all. Our Father in Heaven, Thy children on earth Than lilies or ravens Thou holdest more worth: O guide us and guard us, be near when we call, Uphold us, enfold us—we thank Thee for all!

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• [Luk 12:27] Long Ago The Lilies Faded

  Long ago the lilies faded Which to Jesus seemed so fair, But the love that bade them blossom Still is working everywhere. In the fields, and in the valleys, By the streams we love so well, There is greater glory blooming, Than the tongue of man can tell. Long ago in sacred silence Died the accents of His prayer; Still the souls that seek the Father Find His presence everywhere. Let us seek Him, still believing, He that worketh round us yet, Clothing lilies in the meadows, Will His children ne’er forget.

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• [Luk 12:27] We Thank Thee, O Our Father

  We thank Thee, O our Father, For all Thy loving care; We thank Thee that Thou madest The world so bright and fair. We thank Thee for the sunshine, And for the pleasant showers; And O, our God, we thank Thee, We thank Thee for the flowers. Out in the sunny meadows And in the woodlands cool, Upon the breezy hillside, And by each reedy pool, And in the quiet pasture, And by the broad highways, All pure, and fresh, and stainless, They spring up every day. And in the dusty city, Where busy crowds pass by, And where the tall dark houses Stand up and hide the sky; And where through lanes and alleys No pleasant breezes blow, Even there, O God, our Father, Thou mak’st the flowers grow. And whether in the city Or in the fields they dwell Always the same sweet message, The fair, sweet flowers tell. For they are all so wondrous, They show Thy power abroad; And they are all so beauteous, They tell Thy love, O God.

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Lukas 2:40

• [Luk 2:40] By Cool Siloam’s Shady Rill

  By cool Siloam’s shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon’s dewy rose! Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. By cool Siloam’s shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man’s maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power And stormy passion’s rage. O Thou Whose infant feet were found Within Thy Father’s shrine, Whose years with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine. Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death To keep us still Thine own.

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• [Luk 2:40] Jesus Was A Child Like Me

  Once Jesus was a child like me, But O, so kind and true; His ever watchful eye can see The very things I do. Refrain Yes, Jesus was a child like me, But O, so pure and true; My blessèd Savior He will be, If I but love Him, too. He played upon the village street, In such a pleasant way; And ran with glad and willing feet, His parents to obey. Refrain I want to be His little child, And more like Him to grow; And ever truthful, good and mild, Because He loves me so. Refrain And now to Jesus I will pray, To pardon me from sin; And if I serve Him every day, His blessing I shall win. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:40] What Wisdom, Majesty And Grace

  What wisdom, majesty and grace Through all the Gospel shine! ’Tis God that speaks, and we confess The doctrine most divine. Down from His starry throne on high, Th’almighty Savior comes; Lays His bright robes of glory by, And feeble flesh assumes. The mighty debt that sinners owed, Upon the cross He pays; Then through the clouds ascends to God, ’Midst shouts of loftiest praise. There He, our great High Priest, appears, Before His Father’s throne; Mingles His merits with our tears, And pours salvation down.

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  source: Cyberhymnal