Micah 7

• [Mic 7:7] How Cheering Is The Christian’s Hope

  How cheering is the Christian’s hope, While toiling here below! It buoys us up while passing through This wilderness of woe. It buoys us up while passing through This wilderness of woe. It points us to a land of rest, Where saints with Christ will reign; Where we shall meet the loved of earth, And never part again. Where we shall meet the loved of earth, And never part again. Fly, lingering moments, fly, O fly; Dear Savior, quickly come! We long to see Thee as Thou art, And reach that blissful shore. We long to see Thee as Thou art, And reach that blissful shore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mic 7:19] Why Does Your Face, Ye Humble Souls

  Why does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colors wear? What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? What though your numerous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And aiming at th’eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise: What though your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its cursed foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell: See here an endless ocean flows Of never-failing grace; Behold a dying Savior’s veins The sacred flood increase. It rises high, and drowns the hills, Has neither shore nor bound: Now, if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne’er be found. Awake, our hearts, adore the grace That buries all our faults; And pard’ning blood, that swells above Our follies and our thoughts.

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  source: Cyberhymnal