Ezekiel 3:11-12

• [Eze 3:11] Tell Me The Old, Old Story

  Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above, Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love. Tell me the story simply, as to a little child, For I am weak and weary, and helpless and defiled. Refrain Tell me the old, old story, tell me the old, old story, Tell me the old, old story, of Jesus and His love. Tell me the story slowly, that I may take it in, That wonderful redemption, God’s remedy for sin. Tell me the story often, for I forget so soon; The early dew of morning has passed away at noon. Refrain Tell me the story softly, with earnest tones and grave; Remember I’m the sinner whom Jesus came to save. Tell me the story always, if you would really be, In any time of trouble, a comforter to me. Refrain Tell me the same old story when you have cause to fear That this world’s empty glory is costing me too dear. Yes, and when that world’s glory is dawning on my soul, Tell me the old, old story: “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.” Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ezekiel 3:22

• [Eze 3:22] Psalm Of The Valley

  Grant me a valley, far from the nations, Where I may dwell all my days. There peace attends me, ’mid tribulations, If I but walk in Your ways. While furies rage and tremble the ground, While fear and conflicts surround. In that calm valley, my generations Stand giving thanks, singing praise. Where Your hand leads me, there shall I follow, Trusting Your Word as my guide. When others fail me, their pledge found hollow Your grace and love fast abide. Wilderness path or broad smooth highway I’ll yield to You, Lord, the way. The present I see. Not so, tomorrow, Save that You walk by my side. God the creator, who is and shall be, Present in all time and place. Be my defender, never forsake me. Never from me, hide your face. When cold descends and gathers the dark, When night stills even the lark. Be my protector, fold your hand o’er me. I’ll shelter in its embrace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ezekiel 36:1-2

• [Eze 36:2] Is This The Kind Return?

  Is this the kind return, And these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow? To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind! On us He bids the sun Shed his reviving rays; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men; But we, more base, more brutish things, Reject His easy reign. Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mold our souls afresh; Break, sov’reign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. Let old ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes, And hourly as new mercies fall Let hourly thanks arise.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Ezekiel 37:5

• [Eze 37:5] Breathe On Me, Breath Of God

  Breathe on me, breath of God, Fill me with life anew, That I may love what Thou dost love, And do what Thou wouldst do. Breathe on me, breath of God, Until my heart is pure, Until with Thee I will one will, To do and to endure. Breathe on me, breath of God, Blend all my soul with Thine, Until this earthly part of me Glows with Thy fire divine. Breathe on me, breath of God, So shall I never die, But live with Thee the perfect life Of Thine eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal