1 Samuel 1:19--2:10

• [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

• [1Sa 2:6] Come, Every Pious Heart

  Come, every pious heart, That loves the Savior’s Name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate His fame; Tell all above, and all below; That debt of love to Him you owe. He left His starry crown, And laid His robes aside; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died: What He endured, O who can tell, To save our souls from death and hell! From the dark grave He rose; The mansions of the dead, And thence His mighty foes In glorious triumph led; Up through the sky the Conqueror rode; And reigns on High, the Savior God. From thence He’ll quickly come, His chariot will not stay, And bear our spirits home To realms of endless day; There shall we see His lovely face And ever be in His embrace. Jesus, we ne’er can pay The debt we owe Thy love; Yet tell us how we may Our gratitude approve; Our hearts, our all to Thee we give; The gift, though small, Thou wilt receive.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sa 2:6] The Grave Itself A Garden Is

  The grave itself a garden is, Where loveliest flowers abound; Since Christ, our never fading Life, Sprang from that holy ground. O give us grace to die to sin, That we, O Lord, may have So holy, happy rest in Thee, A Sabbath in the grave. Thou, Lord, baptized in Thine own blood, And buried in the grave, Didst raise Thyself to endless life, Omnipotent to save. Baptized into Thy death we died, And buried were with Thee, That we might fly with Thee to God, And ever blest might be. Lord, through the grave and gate of death May we, with Thee, arise To an eternal Easter day Of glory in the skies!

  source: Cyberhymnal