Isaiah 2:2

• [Isa 2:2] Behold! The Mountain Of The Lord

  Behold! the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise On mountain tops above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; Up to the hill of God, they’ll say, And to His house we’ll go. The beam that shines from Zion hill Shall lighten every land; The King Who reigns in Salem’s towers Shall all the world command. Among the nations He shall judge; His judgments truth shall guide; His scepter shall protect the just, And quell the sinner’s pride. No strife shall vex Messiah’s reign Or mar the peaceful years; To plowshares soon they beat their swords To pruning hooks their spears. No longer hosts encountering hosts, Their millions slain deplore; They hang the trumpets in the hall And study war no more. Come then, O house of Jacob, come To worship at His shrine; And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine. In latter days, the Mount of God, His sacred house shall rise Above the mountains and the hills, And strike the wondering eyes. To this the joyful nations round, All Tribes and Tongues shall flow; Up to the house of God they’ll say, To Jacob’s God, we’ll go. To us He’ll point the ways of truth: The sacred Path we’ll tread From Salem and from Zion-Hill His law shall then proceed. Among the nations and the isles, As Judge supreme, He’ll sit: And, vested with unbounded power Will punish or seguit. No strife shall rage, nor angry feuds, Disturb these peaceful years; To plowshares then they’ll beat their swords, To pruning hooks their spears. Then nation shan’t ’gainst nation rise, And slaughtered house deplore: They’ll lay the useless trumpet by, And study war no more. O come ye, then, of Jacob’s house, Our hearts now let us join: And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine. O’er mountain tops, the mount of God In latter days, shall rise Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow; Up to the mount of God, they say, And to His house we’ll go. The beams that shine from Zion’s hill Shall lighten ev’ry land; The King, who reigns in Salem’s towers Shall the whole world command. Among the nations He shall judge, His judgments truth shall guide; His scepter shall protect the just, And crush the sinner’s pride. No war shall rage, nor hostile strife Disturb those happy years; To plough shares men shall beat their swords, To pruning hooks their spears. No longer hosts, encountering hosts, Shall crowds of slain deplore; They’ll lay the martial trumpet by, And study war no more.

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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 59:19

• [Isa 59:19] Sound The Battle Cry

  Sound the battle cry! See, the foe is nigh; Raise the standard high for the Lord; Gird your armor on, stand firm every one; Rest your cause upon His holy Word. Refrain Rouse, then, soldiers, rally round the banner, Ready, steady, pass the word along; Onward, forward, shout aloud Hosanna! Christ is Captain of the mighty throng. Strong to meet the foe, marching on we go, While our cause we know, must prevail; Shield and banner bright, gleaming in the light, Battling for the right we ne’er can fail. Refrain O! Thou God of all, hear us when we call, Help us one and all by Thy grace; When the battle’s done, and the vict’ry’s won, May we wear the crown before Thy face. Refrain

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• [Isa 59:19] There’s Peace And Rest In Paradise

  There’s peace and rest in paradise, In weary hours we say; And oh that we had wings like doves That we might flee away! For here so strong the evil seems, So weak appears the good, Our standard wavers in the rush Of evil, like a flood. At times, through the long lonely watch, Nor sun nor moon appears; Without, incessant fightings are, Within, incessant fears. Then for the quiet land we long, And the abode of peace; And for the word, “Come, weary soul, From war and vigil cease!” But in our stronger hours we grasp The warrior’s sword again, And burn the good fight yet to fight, The faithful watch maintain. We fain would tread the famous way Martyrs and saints have trod; The hours ebb fast of this one day Of noblest war for God! The Lord Himself hath need of us; On! till the fight be won; And the King’s words shall thrill the heart: “Servant of God, well done!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal