1 Kings 19

• [1Ki 19:11] Beyond, Beyond That Boundless Sea

  Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, Above the dome of sky, Farther than thought itself can flee, Thy dwelling is on high; Yet dear the awful thought to me, That Thou, my God, art nigh. Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind Feels after Thee in vain, Thee in these works of power to find, Or to Thy seat attain; Thy messenger, the stormy wind; Thy path, the trackless main; These speak of Thee with loud acclaim: They thunder forth Thy praise, The glorious honor of Thy Name, The wonders of Thy ways; But Thou art not in tempest-flame, Nor in day’s glorious blaze. We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air: The waves obey Thy dread control; Yet still Thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere? O! not in circling depth or height, But in the conscious breast, Present to faith, though veiled from sight, There doth His Spirit rest. O come, Thou Presence infinite! And make Thy creature blest.

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• [1Ki 19:11] Dear Lord And Father Of Mankind

  Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways; Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives Thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise. In simple trust like theirs who heard, Beside the Syrian sea, The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word, Rise up and follow Thee. O Sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee The silence of eternity, Interpreted by love! With that deep hush subduing all Our words and works that drown The tender whisper of Thy call, As noiseless let Thy blessing fall As fell Thy manna down. Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace. Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and Thy balm; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm.

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• [1Ki 19:12] Hark! There Comes A Whisper

  Hark! there comes a whisper Stealing on thine ear: ’Tis the Savior calling, Soft, soft and clear. Refrain “Give thy heart to Me, Once I died for thee”; Hark! Hark! thy Savior calls: Come, sinner, come! With that voice so gentle, Dost thou hear Him say? “Tell Me all thy sorrows; Come, come away!” Refrain Wouldst thou find a refuge For thy soul oppressed? Jesus kindly answers, “I am thy Rest.” Refrain At the cross of Jesus, Let thy burden fall; While He gently whispers, “I’ll bear it all.” Refrain

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