Hosea 1:10

• [Hos 1:10] Numberless As The Sands

  When we gather at last over Jordan, And the ransomed in glory we see, As the numberless sands of the seashore— What a wonderful sight that will be! Refrain Numberless as the sands of the seashore! Numberless as the sands of the shore! Oh, what a sight ’twill be, When the ransomed host we see, As numberless as the sands of the seashore! When we see all the saved of the ages, Who from sorrow and trials are free, Meeting there with a heavenly greeting— What a wonderful sight that will be! Refrain When we stand by the beautiful river, ’Neath the shade of the life giving tree, Gazing over the fair land of promise— What a wonderful sight that will be! Refrain When at last we behold our Redeemer, And His glory transcendent we see, While as King of all kingdoms He reigneth— What a wonderful sight that will be! Refrain

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Hosea 13:14

• [Hos 13:14] Father Of Heaven

  Father of Heaven, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy pardoning love extend. Almighty Son, Incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy saving grace extend. Eternal Spirit, by Whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy quickening power extend. Jehovah—Father, Spirit, Son— Mysterious Godhead, Three in One, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life to us extend.

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• [Hos 13:14] There’s A Hill Lone And Grey

  There’s a hill lone and grey, in a land far away, In a country beyond the blue sea, Where beneath that fair sky went a Man forth to die For the world and for you and for me. Refrain Oh, it bows down my heart And the teardrops will start, When in mem’ry that grey hill I see. For ’twas there on its side, Jesus suffered and died To redeem a poor sinner like me. Behold! faint on the road, ’neath a world’s heavy load, Comes a thorn crownèd Man on the way, With a cross He is bowed, but still on through the crowd He’s ascending that hill lone and grey. Refrain Hark! I hear the dull blow of the hammer swung low; They are nailing my Lord to the tree, And the cross they upraised while the multitude gaze On the blest Lamb of dark Calvary. Refrain How they mock Him in death, to His last lab’ring breath, While His friends sadly weep o’er the way; But though lonely and faint, still no word of complaint Fell from Him on the hill lone and grey. Refrain Then the darkness came down and the rocks rent around, And a cry pierced the grief laden air; ’Twas the voice of our King Who received death’s dark sting, All to save us from endless despair. Refrain Let the sun hide its face, let the earth reel apace, Over men who their Savior have slain; But behold from the sod, comes the blest Lamb of God, Who was slain and is risen again. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal