Habakkuk 3:2-13

• [Hab 3:2] O Lord, Thy Work Revive

  O Lord, Thy work revive, In Zion’s gloomy hour, And make her dying graces live By Thy restoring power. O let Thy chosen few Awake to earnest prayer; Their covenant again renew, And walk in filial fear. Thy Spirit then will speak Through lips of humble clay, Till hearts of adamant shall break, Till rebels shall obey. Now lend Thy gracious ear; Now listen to our cry; O come and bring salvation near; Our souls on Thee rely.

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• [Hab 3:2] Revive Thy Work, O Lord

  Revive Thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak with the voice that wakes the dead, And make Thy people hear. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smold’ring embers now By Thine almighty breath. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Create soul-thirst for Thee; And hungering for the Bread of Life O may our spirits be. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Exalt Thy precious Name; And, by the Holy Ghost, our love For Thee and Thine inflame. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Give Pentecostal showers; The glory shall be all Thine own, The blessing, Lord, be ours.

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• [Hab 3:3] Lord, Thy Glory Fills The Heaven

  “Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Heaven is still with glory ringing; Earth takes up the angels’ cry, “Holy, holy, holy” singing, “Lord of Hosts, the Lord Most High.” Ever thus, in God’s high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, While our thought His greatness raises, And our love His gifts excite; With His seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow. “Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Thus Thy glorious Name confessing, We adopt the angels’ cry, “Holy, holy, holy” blessing Thee, the Lord of Hosts Most High!

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• [Hab 3:3] Rod Of The Root Of Jesse

  Rod of the Root of Jesse, Thou, Flower of Mary born, From that thick shady mountain Cam’st glorious forth this morn: Of her, the ever virgin, Incarnate wast Thou made, The immaterial Essence, The God by all obeyed! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today! The Gentiles’ expectation, Whom Jacob’s words foretell, Who Syria’s pride shall vanquish, Samaria’s power shalt quell; Thou from the Root of Judah Like some fair plant dost spring, To turn old Gentile error To Thee, its God and King! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today! In Balaam’s ancient vision The eastern seers were skilled; They marked the constellations, And joy their spirits filled; For Thou, bright Star of Jacob, Arising in Thy might, Didst call these Gentile first-fruits To worship in Thy light. They, in holy reverence bend, Gifts acceptable present. As on a fleece descending The gentle dews distill, As drops the earth that water, The virgin didst Thou fill. Tarshish and Ethiopia, The Isles and Araby, And Media, leagues with Sheba, Fall down and worship Thee. Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today!

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• [Hab 3:4] Sunshine In The Soul

  There is sunshine in my soul today, More glorious and bright Than glows in any earthly sky, For Jesus is my Light. Refrain O there’s sunshine, blessèd sunshine, When the peaceful, happy moments roll; When Jesus shows His smiling face, There is sunshine in the soul. There is music in my soul today, A carol to my King, And Jesus, listening, can hear The songs I cannot sing. Refrain There is springtime in my soul today, For, when the Lord is near, The dove of peace sings in my heart, The flowers of grace appear. Refrain There is gladness in my soul today, And hope and praise and love, For blessings which He gives me now, For joys “laid up” above. Refrain

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