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Hymns

Luke 22:26-27

• [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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John 13:4-5

• [Joh 13:5] Jesu, Jesu

  Refrain Jesu, Jesu, Fill us with Your love, show us how to serve The neighbors we have from You. Kneels at the feet of his friends, Silently washes their feet, Master who acts as a slave to them. Refrain Neighbors are rich and poor, Neighbors are black and white, Neighbors are near and far away. Refrain These are the ones we should serve, These are the ones we should love; All these are neighbors to us and You. Refrain Loving puts us on our knees, Serving as though we are slaves, This is the way we should live with You. Refrain Kneel at the feet of our friends, Silently washing their feet, This is the way we should live with You. Refrain

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John 13:13-14

• [Joh 13:13] O Lord And Master Of Us All

  O Lord and Master of us all, Whate’er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine. Thou judgest us; Thy purity Doth all our lusts condemn; The love that draws us nearer Thee Is hot with wrath to them. Our thoughts lie open to Thy sight And naked to Thy glance Our secret sins are in the light Of Thy pure countenance. Yet weak and blinded though we be, Thou dost our service own; We bring our varying gifts to Thee, And Thou rejectest none. To Thee our full humanity, Its joys and pains belong; The wrong of man to man on Thee Inflicts a deeper wrong. Who hates, hates Thee; who loves, becomes Therein to Thee allied: All sweet accords of hearts and homes In Thee are multiplied. Apart from Thee all gain is loss, All labor vainly done; The solemn shadow of the cross Is better than the sun. Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may Thy service be? Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word, But simply following Thee. We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But dim or clear, we own in Thee The Light, the Truth, the Way.

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• [Joh 13:13] O Love! O Life!

  O Love! O Life! Our faith and sight Thy presence maketh one, As through transfigured clouds of white We trace the noonday sun. So, to our mortal eyes subdued, Flesh-veiled, but not concealed, We know in Thee the fatherhood And heart of God revealed. We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But, dim or clear, we own in Thee The Light, the Truth, the Way! Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may Thy service be? Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word, But simply following Thee. Thy litanies, sweet offices Of love and gratitude; Thy sacramental liturgies, The joy of doing good.

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