Isaiah 59

• [Isa 59:19] Sound The Battle Cry

  Sound the battle cry! See, the foe is nigh; Raise the standard high for the Lord; Gird your armor on, stand firm every one; Rest your cause upon His holy Word. Refrain Rouse, then, soldiers, rally round the banner, Ready, steady, pass the word along; Onward, forward, shout aloud Hosanna! Christ is Captain of the mighty throng. Strong to meet the foe, marching on we go, While our cause we know, must prevail; Shield and banner bright, gleaming in the light, Battling for the right we ne’er can fail. Refrain O! Thou God of all, hear us when we call, Help us one and all by Thy grace; When the battle’s done, and the vict’ry’s won, May we wear the crown before Thy face. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 59:19] There’s Peace And Rest In Paradise

  There’s peace and rest in paradise, In weary hours we say; And oh that we had wings like doves That we might flee away! For here so strong the evil seems, So weak appears the good, Our standard wavers in the rush Of evil, like a flood. At times, through the long lonely watch, Nor sun nor moon appears; Without, incessant fightings are, Within, incessant fears. Then for the quiet land we long, And the abode of peace; And for the word, “Come, weary soul, From war and vigil cease!” But in our stronger hours we grasp The warrior’s sword again, And burn the good fight yet to fight, The faithful watch maintain. We fain would tread the famous way Martyrs and saints have trod; The hours ebb fast of this one day Of noblest war for God! The Lord Himself hath need of us; On! till the fight be won; And the King’s words shall thrill the heart: “Servant of God, well done!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 59:20] When Shades Of Night Around Us Close

  When shades of night around us close, And weary limbs in sleep repose, The faithful soul awake may be, And longing sigh, O Lord, to Thee. Thou true Desire of nations, hear, Thou Word of God, Thou Savior dear; In pity heed our humble cries, And bid at length the fallen rise. O come, Redeemer, come and free Thine own from guilt and misery; The gates of Heav’n again unfold, Which Adam’s sin had closed of old. All praise, eternal Son, to Thee, Whose advent sets Thy people free, Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost forevermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal