Habakkuk 3:3-19

• [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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• [Hab 3:17] Though The Fig Tree Shall Not Blossom

  Though the fig tree shall not blossom, Neither fruit be in the vine: Though in vain the olive labors, And the fruitful fields decline: Refrain I will rejoice in the Lord, my Redeemer, Joyful I’ll trust Him, for He will provide, Giving me all that I need for my journey; I will not fear, for He walks by my side. Though no flocks are in the sheepfold, Neither cattle in the stalls: Though the earth is filled with famine, And no rain from Heaven falls: Refrain Though my path lies through the valley Of the shadows, He is near, For His rod and staff they comfort, And no evil I shall fear. Refrain Though my friends should not receive Him, Or through sin should prove untrue: Though the wicked should entice me, And should persecute me, too: Refrain

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• [Hab 3:17] What Our Father Does Is Well

  What our Father does is well; Blessèd truth His children tell! Though He send, for plenty, want, Though the harvest-store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above. What our Father does is well; Shall the willful heart rebel? If a blessing He withhold In the field, or in the fold, Is it not Himself to be All our store eternally? What our Father does is well; Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise For the strength His Word supplies; He has called us sons of God, Can we murmur at His rod? What our Father does is well; May the thought within us dwell; Though nor milk nor honey flow In our barren Canaan now, God can save us in our need, God can bless us, God can feed. Therefore unto Him we raise Hymns of glory, songs of praise; To the Father, and the Son, And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, might, and glory be Now, and through eternity.

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