Deuteronomy 4:30

• [Deu 4:30] Our God, Our God, Thou Shinest Here

  From over hill and plain there comes the signal strain, ’Tis loyalty, loyalty, loyalty to Christ; Its music rolls along, the hills take up the song, Of loyalty, loyalty, yes, loyalty to Christ. Refrain “On to victory! On to victory!” Cries our great Commander, “On!” We’ll move at His command, We’ll soon possess the land, Through loyalty, loyalty, Yes, loyalty to Christ. O hear, ye brave, the sound that moves the earth around, ’Tis loyalty, loyalty, loyalty to Christ; Arise to dare and do, ring out the watchword true, Of loyalty, loyalty, yes, loyalty to Christ. Refrain Come, join our loyal throng, we’ll rout the giant wrong, ’Tis loyalty, loyalty, loyalty to Christ; Where Satan’s banners float we’ll send the bugle note, Of loyalty, loyalty, yes, loyalty to Christ. Refrain The strength of youth we lay at Jesus’ feet today, ’Tis loyalty, loyalty, loyalty to Christ; His Gospel we’ll proclaim, throughout the world’s domain, Of loyalty, loyalty, yes, loyalty to Christ. Refrain

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Deuteronomy 30:2

• [Deu 30:2] Weary Of Wandering From My God

  Weary of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return I hear and bow me to the rod For thee, not without hope, I mourn: I have an Advocate above A Friend before the throne of love. O Jesus, full of truth and grace More full of grace than I of sin Yet once again I seek Thy face: Open Thine arms and take me in And freely my backslidings heal And love the faithless sinner still. Thou know’st the way to bring me back My fallen spirit to restore O for Thy truth and mercy’s sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more: The ruins of my soul repair And make my heart a house of prayer. The stone to flesh again convert, The veil of sin again remove; Sprinkle Thy blood upon my heart, And melt it by Thy dying love; This rebel heart by love subdue, And make it soft, and make it new. Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now; Fill my whole soul with filial fears, To Thy sweet yoke my spirit bow; Bend by Thy grace, O bend or break, The iron sinew in my neck! Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart That trembles at the approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart, Implant, and root it deep within, That I may dread Thy gracious power, And never dare to offend Thee more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal