Isaiah 13:8

• [Isa 13:8] Who Is This So Weak And Helpless

  Who is this so weak and helpless, Child of lowly Hebrew maid, Rudely in a stable sheltered, coldly in a manger laid? ’Tis the Lord of all creation, who this wondrous path hath trod; He is God from everlasting, and to everlasting God. Who is this, a Man of sorrows, walking sadly life’s hard way, Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping, over sin and Satan’s sway? ’Tis our God, our glorious Savior, who above the starry sky Now for us a place prepareth, where no tear can dim the eye. Who is this? Behold Him shedding drops of blood upon the ground! Who is this, despised, rejected, mocked, insulted, beaten, bound? ’Tis our God, who gifts and graces on His church now poureth down; Who shall smite in righteous judgment all His foes beneath His throne. Who is this that hangeth dying while the rude world scoffs and scorns, Numbered with the malefactors, torn with nails, and crowned with thorns? ’Tis the God Who ever liveth, ’mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city, reigning everlastingly.

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Isaiah 32:2

• [Isa 32:2] Shadow Of The Rock, The

  Lead to the shadow of the Rock of Refuge My weary feet; Give me the water from the life-stream flowing Clear, pure and sweet. Refrain There from the billows and the tempest hiding, Under the shelter of Thy love abiding, Safe in the shadow of the “Rock of Ages,” Joy shall be mine! Lead to the shadow of the Rock Eternal My heart oppressed; There in the secret of Thy holy presence, Calm shall I rest. Refrain Lead to the shadow of the Rock of Ages; Oh, keep Thou me Safe from the arrows of the world’s temptations, Close, close to Thee! Refrain

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• [Isa 32:2] Sheltering Rock, The

  There is a Rock in a weary land, Its shadow falls on the burning sand, Inviting pilgrims as they pass, To seek a shade in the wilderness. Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the sheltering Rock is so near by, O why will ye die? There is a Well in a desert plain, Its waters call with entreating strain, “Ho, every thirsting, sin sick soul, Come, freely drink, and thou shalt be whole.” Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the living Well is so near by, O why will ye die? A great fold stands with its portals wide, The sheep astray on the mountain side; The Shepherd climbs o’er mountains steep; He’s searching now for His wandering sheep. Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the Shepherd’s fold is so near by, O why will ye die? There is a cross where the Savior died; His blood flowed out in a crimson tide, A sacrifice for sins of men, And free to all who will enter in. Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the crimson cross is so near by, O why will ye die?

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  source: Cyberhymnal