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Hymns

Matthew 25:14-30

• [Mat 25:21] Hark! A Voice Divides The Sky

  Hark! A voice divides the sky, happy are the faithful dead! In the Lord who sweetly die, they from all their toils are freed; Them the Spirit hath declared blessed, unutterably blessed; Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless rest. Followed by their works, they go where their Head has gone before; Reconciled by grace below, grace has opened mercy’s door; Justified through faith alone, here they knew their sins forgiven, Here they laid their burden down, hallowed, and made fit for heaven. Who can now lament the lot of a saint in Christ deceased? Let the world, who know us not, call us hopeless and unblessed: When from flesh the spirit freed hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, “A man is dead!” Angels sing, “A child is born!” Born into the world above, they our happy brother greet, Bear him to the throne of love, place him at the Savior’s feet; Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done, good and faithful servant thou; Enter, and receive thy crown, reign with Me triumphant now.” Angels catch the approving sound, bow, and bless the just award; Hail the heir with glory crowned, now rejoicing with his Lord: Fuller joys ordained to know, waiting for the general doom, When the archangel’s trump shall blow, “Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!”

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• [Mat 25:21] Is He Satisfied With Me?

  I am satisfied with Jesus, But a question comes to me As I ponder o’er His goodness, Is He satisfied with me? Refrain Is my Master satisfied, Is He satisfied with Me? I am satisfied with Jesus; Is He satisfied with me? Am I kind in word, and tender, Am I all I ought to be, Am I always His defender: Is He satisfied with me? Refrain Do I tell the blessèd story Of the Christ on Calvary, Doing all for His own glory: Is He satisfied with me? Refrain

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• [Mat 25:21] Servant Of God, Well Done! (montgomery)

  “Servant of God, well done! Rest from thy loved employ; The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master’s joy.” The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear; A mortal arrow pierced his frame: He fell, but felt no fear. Tranquil amid alarms, It found him on the field, A veteran, slumbering on his arms, Beneath his red cross shield. His sword was in his hand, Still warm with recent fight, Ready that moment, at command, Through rock and steel to smite. The pains of death are past, Labor and sorrow cease; And, life’s long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done! Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Savior’s joy.

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• [Mat 25:23] Come, Labor On

  Come, labor on! Who dares stand idle, on the harvest plain While all around him waves the golden grain? And to each servant does the Master say, “Go work today.” Come, labor on! Claim the high calling angels cannot share— To young and old the Gospel gladness bear; Redeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly. The night draws nigh. Come, labor on! The enemy is watching night and day, To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away; While we in sleep our duty have forgot, He slumbered not. Come, labor on! Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear! No arm so weak but may do service here: By feeblest agents may our God fulfill His righteous will. Come, labor on! No time for rest, till glows the western sky, Till the long shadows o’er our pathway lie, And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, “Well done, well done!” Come, labor on! The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure; Blessèd are those who to the end endure; How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be, O Lord, with Thee!

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• [Mat 25:23] Servant Of God, Well Done! (wesley)

  Servant of God, well done! Thy glorious warfare’s past; The battle’s fought, the race is won, And thou art crowned at last. Of all thy heart’s desire Triumphantly possessed; Lodged by the ministerial choir In thy Redeemer’s breast. In condescending love, Thy ceaseless prayer He heard; And bade thee suddenly remove To thy complete reward. Ready to bring the peace, Thy beauteous feet were shod, When mercy signed thy soul’s release, And caught thee up to God. With saints enthroned on high, Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry, Salvation to the Lamb! O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll, Thou seest Thy Savior’s face. Redeemed from earth and pain, Ah! when shall we ascend, And all in Jesus’ presence reign With our translated friend? Come, Lord, and quickly come! And, when in Thee complete, Receive Thy longing servants home, To triumph at Thy feet.

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• [Mat 25:29] O Help Us Lord, Each Hour Of Need

  O help us, Lord, each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live. O help us, when our spirits bleed With contrite anguish sore; And when our hearts are cold and dead, O help us, Lord, the more. O help us through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. If, strangers to Thy fold, we call, Imploring at Thy feet The crumbs that from Thy table fall, ’Tis all we dare entreat. But be it, Lord of mercy, all, So Thou wilt grant but this: The crumbs that from Thy table fall Are light, and life, and bliss. O help us, Jesu, from on high, We know no help but Thee; O help us to so to live and die, As Thine in Heav’n to be.

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Mark 13:34-37

• [Mar 13:34] Oh, What Are You Going To Do?

  Oh, what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? You have thought of some useful labor, But what is the end in view? You are fresh from the home of your boyhood, And just in the bloom of youth! Have you tasted the sparkling water, That flows from the fount of truth? Is your heart in the Savior’s keeping? Remember, He died for you! Then what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? Will you honor His cause and kingdom, Wherever your path may be? And stand as a bright example, That others your light may see? Are you willing to live for Jesus? And ready the cross to bear? Are you willing to meet reproaches? The frowns of the world to share? Your lot may perhaps be humble, But God has a work for you! Then what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? Oh, what are you going to do, brother? The morning of youth is past; The vigor and strength of manhood, My brother, are yours at last. You are rising in worldly prospects, And prospered in earthly things: A duty to those less favored The smile of your fortune brings. Go prove that your heart is grateful— The Lord has a work for you! Then what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? Oh, what are you going to do, brother? Your sun at its noon is high! It shines in meridian splendor, And rides through a cloudless sky. You are holding a high position Of honor, of trust, and fame; Are you willing to give the glory And praise to your Savior’s Name? The regions that sit in darkness Are stretching their hands to you; Then, what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? Oh, what are you going to do, brother? The twilight approaches now; Already your locks are silvered, And winter is on your brow. Your talents, your time, your riches, To Jesus, your Master, give; Then ask if the world around you Is better because you live. You are nearing the brink of Jordan, But still there is work for you; Then, what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do?

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• [Mar 13:35] Christ Returneth

  It may be at morn, when the day is awaking, When sunlight through darkness and shadow is breaking That Jesus will come in the fullness of glory To receive from the world “His own.” Refrain O Lord Jesus, how long, how long Ere we shout the glad song, Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Amen. It may be at midday, it may be at twilight, It may be, perchance, that the blackness of midnight Will burst into light in the blaze of His glory, When Jesus receives “His own.” Refrain While its hosts cry Hosanna, from heaven descending, With glorified saints and the angels attending, With grace on His brow, like a halo of glory, Will Jesus receive “His own.” Refrain Oh, joy! oh, delight! should we go without dying, No sickness, no sadness, no dread and no crying. Caught up through the clouds with our Lord into glory, When Jesus receives “His own.” Refrain

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• [Mar 13:35] I Know Not The Hour

  I know not the hour when my Lord will come To take me away to His own dear home; But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom, And that will be glory for me. And that will be glory for me, Oh, that will be glory for me! But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom, And that will be glory for me. I know not the song that the angels sing, I know not the sound of the harps’ glad ring; But I know there’ll be mention of Jesus our King, And that will be music for me. And that will be music for me, Oh, that will be music for me! But I know there’ll be mention of Jesus our King, And that will be music for me. I know not the form of my mansion fair, I know not the name that I then shall bear; But I know that my Savior will welcome me there, And that will be Heaven for me. And that will be Heaven for me, Oh, that will be Heaven for me. But I know that my Savior will welcome me there, And that will be Heaven for me.

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• [Mar 13:35] O Why Not Tonight?

  O do not let the Word depart, And close thine eyes against the light; Poor sinner, harden not your heart, Be saved, O tonight. Refrain O why not tonight? O why not tonight? Wilt thou be saved? Then why not tonight? Tomorrow’s sun may never rise To bless thy long deluded sight; This is the time, O then be wise, Be saved, O tonight. Refrain Our Lord in pity lingers still, And wilt thou thus His love requite? Renounce at once thy stubborn will, Be saved, O tonight. Refrain Our blessèd Lord refuses none Who would to Him their souls unite; Believe on Him, the work is done, Be saved, O tonight. Refrain Oh, do not let thy Lord depart, And close thine eyes against the light; Poor sinner, harden not thy heart; Thou wouldst be saved—why not tonight? Thou wouldst be saved—why not tonight? Tomorrow’s sun may never rise To bless thy long-deluded sight; This is the time!—oh, then, be wise! Thou wouldst be saved—why not tonight? Thou wouldst be saved—why not tonight? Our God in pity lingers still; Oh, wilt thou thus His love requite? Renounce at length thy stubborn will,— Thou wouldst be saved—why not tonight? Thou wouldst be saved—why not tonight? Our blessèd Lord refuses none Who would to Him their souls unite; Then be the work of grace begun: Thou wouldst be saved—why not tonight? Thou wouldst be saved—why not tonight?

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