Isaiah 14:3

• [Isa 14:3] Out Of Bondage

  Arise, come ye forth, and forever break the chain, That long had oppressed you with sorrow and pain; Arise, come ye forth, hear the blessèd Lord’s command, And He Himself will guide you with a strong, strong hand. Refrain Come forth, come forth, and shout the jubilee, Come forth, come forth, the Lord will make you free; Come forth from your bonds, hear the blessèd Lord’s command, And He Himself will guide you with a strong, strong hand. Arise, come ye forth; will ye spend your life for naught, When Jesus Who loves you a ransom has bought? The price of His blood, O receive it while you may; Behold the promised time is now; O come away. Refrain Arise, come ye forth, and be slaves to sin no more, How oft your Deliv’rer has called you before; Come forth from your bonds, and your liberty receive, Your willing hearts to Jesus give; repent, believe. Refrain

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• [Isa 14:3] With Weary Feet And Saddened Heart

  With weary feet and saddened heart, From toil and care we flee, And come, O dearest Lord, apart, To rest awhile with Thee. The courts of Heav’n were lost to view, The world had come between; But here the veil is rent in two; We see the things unseen. Our sins, in Thy pure light descried, Stand out in dread array; But here in love’s absolving tide Their guilt is washed away. With strife of tongues distraught and worn Our troublous way we trod; But cast ourselves, this holy morn, Into the peace of God. And oh! what depth of joy, as thus We bend the trembling knee, To know that Thou art one with us, And we are one with Thee.

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Isaiah 64:8

• [Isa 64:8] Great Master, Touch Us

  In the still air the music lies unheard; In the rough marble beauty hides unseen. To make the music and the beauty needs The Master’s touch, the Sculptor’s chisel keen. Great Master, touch us with Thy skillful hands; Let not the music that is in us die; Great Sculptor, hew and polish us, nor let Hidden and lost, Thy form within us lie. Spare not the stroke; do with us what Thou wilt; Let there be naught unfinished, broken, marred; Complete Thy purpose that we may become Thy perfect image—Thou our God and Lord.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 64:8] Have Thine Own Way, Lord

  Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Thou art the Potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me after Thy will, While I am waiting, yielded and still. Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Search me and try me, Master, today! Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now, As in Thy presence humbly I bow. Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Wounded and weary, help me, I pray! Power, all power, surely is Thine! Touch me and heal me, Savior divine. Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Hold o’er my being absolute sway! Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see Christ only, always, living in me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal