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Hymns

Luke 8:4-18

• [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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• [Luk 8:16] Someone Is Looking To You

  Let your light shine wherever you go, Someone is looking to you! Brighter each day let it gleam and glow, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Looking to you, yes, looking to you! Let your light shine the darkness through; O be faithful, be loyal, and true, For someone is looking to you! Someone is groping his way to God, Someone is looking to you! Following on where your feet have trod, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Someone your counsel will surely take, Someone is looking to you! And by your life his decision make, Someone is looking to you! Refrain Someone has almost accepted Him, Someone is looking to you! And may be lost if your light grows dim, Someone is looking to you! Refrain

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• [Luk 8:16] Tell It Again

  Into the tent where a gypsy boy lay, Dying alone at the close of the day, News of salvation we carried; said he: “Nobody ever has told it to me!” Refrain Tell it again! Tell it again! Salvation’s story repeat o’er and o’er. Till none can say of the children of men, “Nobody ever has told me before.” “Did He so love me, a poor little boy? Send unto me the good tidings of joy? Need I not perish? My hand will He hold? Nobody ever the story has told!” Refrain Bending we caught the last words of his breath, Just as he entered the valley of death: “God sent His Son! ‘Whosoever,’ said He: Then I am sure that He sent Him for me!” Refrain Smiling he said, as his last sigh he spent, “I am so glad that for me He was sent!” Whispered, while low sunk the sun in the west, “Lord, I believe, tell it now to the rest!” Refrain

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