Isaiah 19:17-20

• [Isa 19:20] What A Savior!

  What a Savior Jesus is! He is mine, and I am His; He the price of sin has paid, And for me atonement made. Refrain What a Savior, what a Savior, What a Savior Jesus is! I will praise Him, ever praise Him, He is mine, and I am His! What a Savior! praise His Name, That to earth for me He came; Not the least, but all He gave, My immortal soul to save. Refrain What a Savior! all the way Walking with me, day by day, Guiding by His holy will, Guarding me from ev’ry ill. Refrain What a Savior! and I know When to that bright world I go, Saved by His redeeming grace, I shall see Him face to face. Refrain What a Savior! how He loves, Ev’ry hour His mercy proves; Listen, for He speaks to thee: “Take thy cross, and follow Me!” Refrain

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Isaiah 27:12

• [Isa 27:12] A Few More Marchings Weary

  A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! A few more storm clouds dreary, then we’ll gather home! A few more days the cross to bear, And then with Christ a crown to wear; A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! Refrain O’er time’s rapid river, soon we’ll rest forever; No more marchings weary when we gather home! A few more nights of weeping, then we’ll gather home! A few more watches keeping, then we’ll gather home! A few more vict’ries over sin, A few more sheaves to gather in, A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! Refrain A few more sweet links broken, then we’ll gather home! A few more kind words spoken, then we’ll gather home! A few more partings on the strand, And then away to Canaan’s land: A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! Refrain

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• [Isa 27:12] Garnered Sheaves

  At the feet of the Blessèd Master We would lay our garnered sheaves; When we come, and all empty handed, Surely sore the Master grieves! Refrain Garnered sheaves from the fields so white to harvest! Garnered sheaves richly yields life’s golden harvest! At the feet of the Blessèd Master We would lay our garnered sheaves. While the fields then are white with harvest, And the laborers are few, Let us strive well to fill the garner, And be reapers staunch and true. Refrain O the joy of successful labor! O the joy of work well done! O the joy of the Master’s praises To the soul whose crown is won! Refrain

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Isaiah 43:3

• [Isa 43:3] Through The Love Of God Our Savior

  Through the love of God our Savior, All will be well; Free and changeless is His favor; All, all is well. Precious is the blood that healed us; Perfect is the grace that sealed us; Strong the hand stretched out to shield us; All must be well. Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well; Ours is such a full salvation; All, all is well. Happy still in God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy through the Spirit’s guiding, All must be well. We expect a bright tomorrow; All will be well; Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All, all is well. On our Father’s love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying, All must be well.

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