Isaiah 43

• [Isa 43:3] Through The Love Of God Our Savior

  Through the love of God our Savior, All will be well; Free and changeless is His favor; All, all is well. Precious is the blood that healed us; Perfect is the grace that sealed us; Strong the hand stretched out to shield us; All must be well. Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well; Ours is such a full salvation; All, all is well. Happy still in God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy through the Spirit’s guiding, All must be well. We expect a bright tomorrow; All will be well; Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All, all is well. On our Father’s love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying, All must be well.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 43:10] God’s Trumpet Wakes The Slumbering World

  God’s trumpet wakes the slumbering world; Now each man to his post! The red cross banner is unfurled; Who joins the glorious host? Who joins the glorious host? He who, in fealty to the truth, Not counting all the cost, Doth consecrate his generous youth, He joins the noble host, he joins the noble host. He who, no anger on his tongue, Nor any idle boast, Bears steadfast witness ’gainst the wrong, He joins the sacred host, He joins the sacred host. He who, with calm, undaunted will, Ne’er counts the battle lost, But, though defeated, battles still, He joins the faithful host, he joins the faithful host. He who is ready for the cross, The cause despised loves most, And shuns not pain, nor shame, nor loss, He joins the martyr host, He joins the martyr host. God’s trumpet wakes the slumbering world; Now each man to his post! The red cross banner is unfurled; We join the glorious host, we join the glorious host.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 43:15] My Maker And My King

  My Maker and my King, To Thee my all I owe; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring Whence all my blessings flow; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring Whence all my blessings flow. The creature of Thy hand, On Thee alone I live; My God, Thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. My God, Thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. Lord, what can I impart When all is Thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor. Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor. O! let Thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine. Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal