Exodus 15:11

• [Exo 15:11] None Is Like God

  None is like God, who reigns above, So great, so pure, so high; None is like God, whose Name is Love, And Who is always nigh. In all the earth there is no spot Excluded from His care; We cannot go where God is not, For He is everywhere. He is our best and kindest Friend, And guards us night and day; To all our wants He will attend, And answer when we pray. O if we love Him as we ought, And on His grace rely, We shall be joyful at the thought That God is always nigh.

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• [Exo 15:11] O To Be Like Thee!

  O to be like Thee! blessèd Redeemer, This is my constant longing and prayer; Gladly I’ll forfeit all of earth’s treasures, Jesus, Thy perfect likeness to wear. Refrain O to be like Thee! O to be like Thee, Blessèd Redeemer, pure as Thou art; Come in Thy sweetness, come in Thy fullness; Stamp Thine own image deep on my heart. O to be like Thee! full of compassion, Loving, forgiving, tender and kind, Helping the helpless, cheering the fainting, Seeking the wandering sinner to find. Refrain O to be like Thee! lowly in spirit, Holy and harmless, patient and brave; Meekly enduring cruel reproaches, Willing to suffer others to save. Refrain O to be like Thee! Lord, I am coming Now to receive anointing divine; All that I am and have I am bringing, Lord, from this moment all shall be Thine. Refrain O to be like Thee! while I am pleading, Pour out Thy Spirit, fill with Thy love; Make me a temple meet for Thy dwelling, Fit me for life and Heaven above. Refrain

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• [Exo 15:11] O Who Like Thee So Calm, So Bright

  O who like Thee, so calm, so bright, Thou Son of Man, Thou Light of Light? O who like Thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe! O who like Thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men before; So meek, forgiving, Godlike, high So glorious in humility! And all Thy life’s unchanging years, A man of sorrows and of tears, The cross, where all our sins were laid, Upon Thy bending shoulders weighed. And death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee; Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, And mercy with Thy life blood flowed. O in Thy light be mine to go, Illuming all this way of woe; And give me ever on the road To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God.

  source: Cyberhymnal