1 Thessalonians 5:4-7

• [1Th 5:5] Father, Who The Light This Day

  Father, who the light this day Out of darkness didst create, Shine upon us now, we pray, While within Thy courts we wait. Wean us from the works of night, Make us children of the light. Savior, who this day didst break The dark prison of the tomb, Bid our slumbering souls awake, Shine through all their sin and gloom. Let us, from our bonds set free, Rise from sin and live to Thee. Blessèd Spirit, Comforter, Sent this day from Christ on high, Lord, on us Thy gifts confer, Cleanse, illumine, sanctify. All Thy fullness shed abroad; Lead us to the truth of God.

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• [1Th 5:5] Press On, Press On, Ye Sons Of Light

  Press on! press on! ye sons of light, Untiring in your holy fight, Still treading each temptation down, And battling for a brighter crown. Press on! press on! through toil and woe, Calmly resolved to triumph go, And make each dark and threatening ill Yield but a higher glory still. Press on! press on! still look in faith To Him who vanquished sin and death, And, till you hear His high “Well done,” True to the last, press on! press on!

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• [1Th 5:6] Hark! ’tis The Watchman’s Cry

  Hark! ’tis the watchman’s cry, “Wake, brethren, wake!” Jesus our Lord is nigh; Wake, brethren, wake! Sleep is for sons of night; Ye are children of the light, Yours is the glory bright; Wake, brethren, wake! Call to each waking band, “Watch, brethren, watch!” Clear is our Lord’s command; Watch, brethren, watch! Be ye as men that wait Always at the Master’s gate, E’en though He tarry late; Watch, brethren, watch! Heed we the steward’s call, “Work, brethren, work!” There’s room enough for all; Work, brethren, work! This vineyard of the Lord Constant labor will afford; Yours is a sure reward; Work, brethren, work! Hear we the Shepherd’s voice, “Pray, brethren, pray!” Would ye His heart rejoice? Pray, brethren, pray! Sin calls for constant fear, Weakness needs the Strong One near Long as ye struggle here; Pray, brethren, pray! Now sound the final chord, “Praise, brethren, praise!” Thrice holy is our Lord; Praise, brethren, praise! What more befits the tongues Soon to lead the angels’ songs, While Heav’n the note prolongs, Praise, brethren, praise!

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