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Matius 24:3

• [Mat 24:3] Jesus, Thy Church With Longing Eyes

  Jesus, Thy church with longing eyes For Thine expected coming waits: When will the promised Light arise, And glory beam from Zion’s gates? E’en now, when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o’ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption’s nigh. Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew, Our foes repel, our wrongs redress, Man’s rooted enmity subdue, And crown Thy Gospel with success. O come, and reign o’er every land; Let Satan from his throne be hurled; Let nations bow to Thy command, And grace revive a dying world. Teach us in watchfulness and prayer To wait for the appointed hour; And fit us for Thy grace to share The triumph of Thy conquering power.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 24:3] There Is A Mighty Question

  There is a mighty question we ask when nations rage: Just when will be Christ’s coming, the ending of the age? Take care, said Jesus clearly, for many will appear; They’ll claim to be Messiah, yet people should not fear. For in the days of Noah, the people went along In eating and in drinking, in merriment and song— Then suddenly the world changed with great, surprising power; So too will be Christ’s coming, and no one knows the hour. So keep awake and watchful; salvation is at hand! Our hope is in Christ Jesus, and by God’s grace we stand. The night is almost over, we wait for God’s new day, And through the Holy Spirit, we follow Jesus’ way. Be ready in your living, for when you feed the poor, Or give to thirsty children the water they long for, And when you welcome strangers and help the ones in need, Christ says: “Receive my kingdom, for you are serving me.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 24:3] ’tis Almost Time For The Lord To Come

  ’Tis almost time for the Lord to come, I hear the people say; The stars of heaven are growing dim, It must be the breaking of the day. Refrain O it must be the breaking of the day! O it must be the breaking of the day! The night is almost gone, The day is coming on; O it must be the breaking of the day! The signs foretold in the sun and moon, In earth and sea and sky, Aloud proclaim to all mankind, The coming of the Master draweth nigh. Refrain It must be time for the waiting church To cast her pride away, With girded loins and burning lamps, To look for the breaking of the day. Refrain Go quickly out in the streets and lanes And in the broad highway, And call the maimed, the halt, and blind, To be ready for the breaking of the day. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matius 26:26

• [Mat 26:26] Death Of Jesus Christ, Our Lord, The

  The death of Jesus Christ, our Lord, We celebrate with one accord; It is our comfort in distress, Our heart’s sweet joy and happiness. He blotted out with His own blood The judgment that against us stood; He full atonement for us made, And all our debt He fully paid. That this is now and ever true He gives an earnest ever new: In this His holy supper here We taste His love so sweet, so near. His Word proclaims, and we believe, That in the supper we receive His very body, as He said, His very blood for sinners shed. A precious food is this indeed— It never fails us in our need— A heavenly manna for our soul. Until we safely reach our goal. Oh, blest is each believing guest Who in this promise finds his rest; For Jesus will in love abide With those who do in Him confide. The guest that comes with true intent To turn to God and to repent, To live for Christ, to die to sin, Will thus a holy life begin. They who His Word do not believe This food unworthily receive, Salvation here will never find— May we this warning keep in mind! Help us sincerely to believe That we may worthily receive Thy supper and in Thee find rest. Amen, he who believes is blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 26:26] Thou Whom My Soul Admires Above

  Thou Whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do Thy sweetest pastures grow? Where is the shadow of that rock That from the sun defends Thy flock? Fain would I feed among Thy sheep Among them rest, among them sleep. Why should Thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. The footsteps of Thy flock I see; Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with Thy wounds, and groans, and tears. His dearest flesh He makes my food, And bids me drink His richest blood: Here to these hills my soul will come, Till my Belovèd lead me home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal