Hosea 3:5--4:1

• [Hos 3:5] Behold, The Heathen Waits To Know

  Behold, the heathen waits to know The joy the Gospel will bestow; The exiled captive, to receive The freedom Jesus has to give. Come, let us, with a grateful heart, In this blest labor share a part; Our prayers and offerings gladly bring To aid the triumphs of our King. Our hearts exult in songs of praise That we have seen these latter days When our Redeemer shall be known Where Satan long hath held his throne. Where’er His hand hath spread the skies Sweet incense to His Name shall rise; And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew, By sovereign grace be formed anew.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Hos 4:1] Our Guilt Do We Confess Today

  Our guilt do we confess today, Your law did we reject; So little truth and mercy here— Your Word sees no respect. We swear, we lie, we kill and steal, See harlotry increase; We break restraint, and blood on blood, Ignore the law of peace. Our land, it mourns, we waste away, For wisdom seek we not; Destruction will our portion be, If God we have forgot. To crystals, stone, and gold we pray, Those worthless things we preach; Those sightless eyes, unhearing ears, In vain do we beseech. We well deserve the charge You bring, Upon us lays the blame; Contentious, proud, we stumble on, Our glory turns to shame. Show us that only in Your Word Do truth and mercy live; Send priests and prophets to instruct, And Your pure wisdom give. Have mercy, Lord, reject us not, Draw us to seek Your face; Direct our feet and deeds to You, Restore us by Your grace. Lord, melt these icy hearts of stone, Make us Your counsel seek, And sacrifice to You alone, With humble hearts and meek.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Hosea 4:6

• [Hos 4:6] Long Have I Sat Beneath The Sound

  Long have I sat beneath the sound Of Thy salvation, Lord; But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of Thy Word! Oft I frequent Thy holy place And hear almost in vain; How small a portion of Thy grace My memory can retain! My dear Almighty, and my God, How little art Thou known By all the judgments of Thy rod, And blessings of Thy throne! How cold and feeble is my love! How negligent my fear! How low my hope of joys above! How few affections there! Great God! Thy sovereign power impart To give Thy Word success; Write Thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn Thy grace. Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high; There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.

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  source: Cyberhymnal