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Hymns

Matthew 4:19-25

• [Mat 4:19] Call Of The Christ, The

  The call of the Christ rings out today, Who will make reply? For labor, or service, or battle fray, Or seeking the lost who have gone astray, O Master, I’m ready to go or stay— Here am I! Refrain Here am I for service, whatsoe’er it be; I am waiting orders, Master, now from Thee; I have heard Thy summons from dark Calvary, And I gladly answer, “Master, here am I!” The call of the Christ rings sweet and clear, Who will make reply? Thy calling, O Master, today I hear, And gladly will follow Thee, far or near; With Thee as my Leader, no harm I fear, Here am I! Refrain The call of the Christ is now for you, Will you make reply? I’m waiting, O Master, Thy will to do; Count me on the side of the brave and true, I’ll follow Thee all of the battle thro’, Here am I! Refrain

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• [Mat 4:19] Full Surrender

  Savior, ’tis a full surrender, All I leave to follow Thee; Thou my Leader and Defender From this hour shalt ever be. Refrain I surrender all! I surrender all! All I have I bring to Jesus, I surrender all. As I come in deep contrition, At this consecrated hour, Hear, O Christ, my heart’s petition, Let me feel the Spirit’s pow’r! Refrain No withholding—full confession; Pleasures, riches, all must flee; Holy Spirit, take possession! I no more, but Thou in me. Refrain Be this theme my song and story, Now and until life is o’er; This my rapture, this my glory, Till I reach the shining shore. Refrain Oh, the joy of full salvation! Oh, the peace of love divine! Oh, the bliss of consecration! I am His, and He is mine. Refrain

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• [Mat 4:19] Jesus Calls Us

  Jesus calls us over the tumult Of our life’s wild, restless, sea; Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, “Christian, follow Me!” As of old Saint Andrew heard it By the Galilean lake, Turned from home and toil and kindred, Leaving all for Jesus’ sake. Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world’s golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying, “Christian, love Me more!” In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, “Christian, love Me more than these!” Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies, Savior may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thine obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all.

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• [Mat 4:23] Galilee, Bright Galilee

  Galilee, bright Galilee, Hallowed thoughts we turn to thee! Woven through thy history, Gleams the charming mystery Of the life of One Who came, Bearing grief, reproach and shame, Savior of the world to be; “God with us” by Galilee. Once along that rugged shore He, who all our sorrows bore, Journeyed oft with weary feet, Through the storm or burning heat; Healing all who came in faith, Calling back to life from death; King of kings from heaven was He, Though so poor by Galilee! Wild the night on Galilee; Loudly roared the angry sea, When upon the tossing wave Jesus walked, His own to save: Calmed the tumult by His will, Only saying, “Peace, be still!” Ruler of the storm was He, On the raging Galilee! Still in loving tenderness Doth the Master wait to bless; Still His touch upon the soul Bringeth balm and maketh whole; Still He comforts mourning hearts, Life, and joy, and peace imparts; Still the Friend of all is He, As of old by Galilee!

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• [Mat 4:24] Thou To Whom The Sick And Dying

  Thou to Whom the sick and dying Ever came, nor came in vain, Still with healing word replying, To the wearied cry of pain, Hear us, Jesu, as we meet Suppliants at Thy mercy seat. Still the weary, sick, and dying Need a brother’s, sister’s care, On Thy higher help relying May we now their burdens share, Bringing all our offerings meet Suppliants at Thy mercy seat. May each child of Thine be willing Willing both in hand and heart, All the law of love fulfilling, Ever comfort to impart; Ever bringing offerings meet, Suppliant to Thy mercy seat. So may sickness, sin, and sadness To Thy healing virtue yield, Till the sick and sad, in gladness, Rescued, ransomed, cleansèd, healed, One in Thee together meet, Pardoned at Thy judgment seat.

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