1 Samuel 1:19

• [1Sa 1:19] Lord, In The Morning Thou Shalt Hear

  Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To Thee will I direct my prayer, To Thee lift up mine eye. Up to the hills, where Christ is gone To plead for all His saints, Presenting at His Father’s throne, Our songs and our complaints. Thou art a God before Whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne’er be Thy delight, Nor dwell at Thy right hand. But to Thy house will I resort, To taste Thy mercies there; I will frequent Thine holy court, And worship in Thy fear. O may Thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness! Make ev’ry path of duty straight And plain before my face My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter, with a base design To make my soul their prey. Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in Thy mercy trust, Forever shout for joy. The men that love and fear Thy Name Shall see their hopes fulfill’d; The mighty God will compass them With favor as a shield.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sa 1:19] Sweetly The Holy Hymn

  Sweetly the holy hymn Breaks on the morning air; Before the world with smoke is dim We meet to offer prayer. While flowers are wet with dews, Dew of our souls, descend: Ere yet the sun the day renews, O Lord, Thy Spirit send. Upon the battlefield, Before the fight begins, We seek, O Lord, Thy sheltering shield, To guard us from our sins. Ere yet our vessel sails Upon the stream of day We plead, O Lord, for heavenly gales To speed us on our way! On the lone mountain side, Before the morning’s light, The Man of sorrows wept and cried, And rose refreshed with might. Oh, hear us then, for we Are very weak and frail, We make the Savior’s Name our plea, And surely must prevail.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Samuel 3:9

• [1Sa 3:9] I Hear Thy Voice

  I hear Thy voice, within the silence speaking; Above earth’s din it rises, calm and clear; Whatever goal my wayward will is seeking, Its whispered message tells me Thou art near. When evil reigns, life’s darker depths revealing, And all the good seem sadly marred by wrong, Amidst the discord, like sweet music stealing, Thy voice, abiding, fills my soul with song. O living voice, within the silence calling, My spirit answers, wheresoe’er I roam; Through life’s brief day still keep my feet from falling, And lead me, through the evening shadows, home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal