Isaiah 6:5

• [Isa 6:5] O Lord Of Hosts, All Heaven Possessing

  O Lord of hosts, all Heaven possessing, Behold us from Thy sapphire throne, In doubt and darkness dimly guessing, We might Thy glory half have known; But Thou in Christ hast made us Thine, And on us all Thy beauties shine. Illumine all, disciples, teachers, Thy law’s deep wonders to unfold; With reverent hand let wisdom’s preachers Bring forth their treasures, new and old; Let oldest, youngest, find in Thee Of truth and love the boundless sea. Let faith still light the lamp of science, And knowledge pass from truth to truth, And wisdom, in its full reliance, Renew the primal awe of youth; So holier, wiser, may we grow, As time’s swift currents onward flow. Bind Thou our life in fullest union With all Thy saints from sin set free; Uphold us in that blest communion Of all Thy saints on earth with Thee; Keep Thou our souls, or there, or here, In mightiest love, that casts out fear.

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• [Isa 6:5] O Lord Of Hosts, Almighty King

  O Lord of hosts, almighty King, Behold the sacrifice we bring: To every arm Thy strength impart; Thy Spirit shed through every heart. Wake in our breasts the living fires, The holy faith that warmed our sires; Thy hand hath made our nation free; To die for her is serving Thee. Be Thou a pillared flame to show The midnight snare, the silent foe; And when the battle thunders loud, Still guide us in its moving cloud. God of all nations, sovereign Lord, In Thy dread Name we draw the sword, We lift the starry flag on high That fills with light our stormy sky. From treason’s rent, from murder’s stain, Guard Thou its folds till peace shall reign, Till fort and field, till shore and sea, Join our loud anthem, praise to Thee.

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Isaiah 25:8

• [Isa 25:8] Beyond This Land Of Parting

  Beyond this land of parting, losing and leaving, Far beyond the losses, darkening this, And far beyond the taking and the bereaving Lies the summer land of bliss. Refrain Land beyond, so fair and bright! Land beyond, where is no night! Summer land, God is its Light. O happy summer land of bliss. Beyond this land of toiling, sowing and reaping, Far beyond the shadows, darkening this, And far beyond the sighing, moaning and weeping, Lies the summer land of bliss. Refrain Beyond this land of sinning, fainting and failing, Far beyond the doubtings, darkening this, And far beyond the griefs and dangers befalling, Lies the summer land of bliss. Refrain Beyond this land of waiting, seeking and sighing, Far beyond the sorrows, darkening this, And far beyond the pain and sickness and dying Lies the summer land of bliss. Refrain

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• [Isa 25:8] Gentle Shepherd, Thou Hast Stilled

  Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast stilled Now Thy little lamb’s brief weeping; Ah, how peaceful, pale and mild, In its narrow bed ’tis sleeping, And no sigh of anguish sore Heaves that little bosom more. In this world of care and pain, Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it; To the sunny, heavenly plain Thou dost now with joy receive it; Clothed in robes of spotless white, Now it dwells with Thee in light. Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we Where it lives may soon be living, And the lovely pastures see That its heavenly food are giving; Then the gain of death we prove, Though Thou take what most we love. God, we thank Thee; not in vain Lived our friend in Thee believing; Not for him can we be grieving: Ours the loss, but his the gain. Ours the vanity of sorrow, His the vision from the height; His today, and ours tomorrow, Change and awe and love and light. What Thou doest, Lord, is good: Though his body now is sleeping, Lives his spirit in Thy keeping, Pain and sorrow understood. Grant him rest among the living, Bring him to Thy vision clear, All his sin in love forgiving When as Judge Thou dost appear.

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• [Isa 25:8] Hail, Mighty Victor

  Hail, mighty Victor! Behold He comes from out the grave. Shout, shout His triumph! Oh, tell abroad His power to save. Sing, sing with gladness, proclaim the news o’er land and sea: He reigns forever, great Ruler over all is He. Shout His praise, for us He came to die. But lo, He lives! He reigns upon His Father’s throne on high. Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the Lord be given. Praise Him! all ye people, mighty Ruler of earth and Heav’n. Praise Him! all ye stars of night. Praise Him! all ye shining hosts of light. Oh! that men would bless and praise His holy Name, Would praise His holy Name. [Repeat last stanza]

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• [Isa 25:8] Long Hast Thou Wept And Sorrowed

  Long hast thou wept and sorrowed, Poor mourner, dry thy tears; Behold, with light and comfort, The Lord Himself appears. “Trust in My mercy ever, My people!” saith the Lord. Hold fast, in deepest sorrow, That soul sustaining Word. Then rest, sad heart, in patience, With this petition still, “Lord, all these vacant places With Thine own fullness fill!”
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• [Isa 25:8] No Tears In Heaven

  Our youth is transient like a flower, That blooms, and fades, and dies; Our life is but a summer cloud, And like a shadow flies; Then let us heed the warning voice— Today its call we hear, It speaks in deep and solemn tones, That come from yonder bier. The angel messenger of death, Has gently borne away, A dear companion from our side, To realms of endless day; Her voice no more will join with ours The song of praise below, It wakes a purer, sweeter strain, Where only pleasures flow. When gathered on the Sabbath morn, Her vacant place we view, We’ll think how bright the world she treads, And in her steps pursue; Be still, let every heart be still, And all our sorrow quell, We’ll bow submissive to His will, Who doeth all things well.

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• [Isa 25:8] O Thou Who Driest The Mourner’s Tear

  O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e’en the hope that threw A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too— O who could bear life’s stormy doom, Did not Thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright, With more than rapture’s ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.

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• [Isa 25:8] Sometime We’ll Understand

  Not now, but in the coming years, It may be in the better land, We’ll read the meaning of our tears, And there, some time, we’ll understand. Then trust in God through all the days; Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand; Though dark thy way, still sing and praise, Some time, some time we’ll understand. We’ll catch the broken thread again, And finish what we here began; Heav’n will the mysteries explain, And then, ah then, we’ll understand. Refrain We’ll know why clouds instead of sun Were over many a cherished plan; Why song has ceased when scarce begun; ’Tis there, some time, we’ll understand. Refrain God knows the way, He holds the key, He guides us with unerring hand; Some time with tearless eyes we’ll see; Yes, there, up there, we’ll understand. Refrain

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• [Isa 25:8] Sweet Voices

  Hear sweet voices from above, Fill thy hands and go with love, To the weary as they wait, so late; In the name of Christ your King, Go and sweetly, sweetly sing, Go and wipe their tears away, and pray. Refrain Happy voices ev’rywhere Are like angels in the air. ’Twas for this that Jesus came, There is music in His Name, In the work He calleth you, be true. Cups of water ye may bear, And bring answer to your prayer; Jesus led the multitude with good. How the blind with opened eyes Looked on Him with glad surprise! Love may fix the eyes long dim on Him. Refrain Only tell the story how Jesus comes to bless you now; What you do for love is best confessed. Go as Jesus went to them; You may find perchance a gem, Long to sparkle in His sight in light. Refrain

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• [Isa 25:8] There’s No Disappointment In Heaven

  There’s no disappointment in Heaven, No weariness, sorrow or pain; No hearts that are bleeding and broken, No song with a minor refrain. The clouds of our earthly horizon Will never appear in the sky, For all will be sunshine and gladness, With never a sob or a sigh. Refrain I’m bound for that beautiful city, My Lord has prepared for His own; Where all the redeemed of all ages Sing “Glory!” around the white throne; Sometimes I grow homesick for Heaven, And the glories I there shall behold; What a joy that will be when my Savior I see, In that beautiful city of gold. We’ll never pay rent for our mansion, The taxes will never come due, Our garments will never grow threadbare, But always be fadeless and new, We’ll never be hungry or thirsty, Nor languish in poverty there, For all the rich bounties of Heaven His sanctified children will share. Refrain There’ll never be crepe on the doorknob, No funeral train in the sky; No graves on the hillsides of glory, For there we shall nevermore die. The old will be young there forever, Transformed in a moment of time; Immortal we’ll stand in His likeness, The stars and the sun to outshine. Refrain

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• [Isa 25:8] Thine Is The Glory

  Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son; Endless is the victory, Thou o’er death hast won; Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away, Kept the folded grave clothes where Thy body lay. Refrain Thine is the glory, risen conqu’ring Son, Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast won. Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb; Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom; Let the church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing; For her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting. Refrain No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life; Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife; Make us more than conqu’rors, through Thy deathless love: Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above. Refrain

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• [Isa 25:8] We Praise Thee, Lord, For Hours Of Bliss

  We praise Thee, Lord for hours of bliss, For days of quiet rest; But O how seldom do we feel That pain and tears are best! We praise Thee for the shining sun, For kind and gladsome ways: When shall we learn, O Lord, to sing Through weary nights and days! Teach Thou our weak and wandering hearts Aright to read Thy way; That Thou with loving hand dost trace Our path from day to day. Then sorrow’s face shall be unveiled, And we at last shall see Her eyes are eyes of tenderness; Her speech but echoes Thee! Then every thorny crown of care Worn well in patience now, Shall prove a glorious diadem Upon the faithful brow.

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• [Isa 25:8] We’ll Never Say Goodbye

  With friends on earth we meet in gladness, While swift the moments fly, Yet ever comes the tho’t of sadness, That we must say, “Goodbye.” Refrain We’ll never say goodbye in Heav’n, We’ll never say goodbye, For in that land of joy and song, We’ll never say goodbye. How joyful is the hope that lingers, When loved ones cross death’s sea, That we, when all earth’s toils are ended, With Thee shall ever be. Refrain No parting words shall e’er be spoken, In yonder home so fair, But songs of joy, and peace, and gladness, We’ll sing forever there. Refrain

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• [Isa 25:8] When I Can Read My Title Clear

  When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes. And wipe my weeping eyes, and wipe my weeping eyes I bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, and hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan’s rage, and face a frowning world. And face a frowning world, and face a frowning world, Then I can smile at Satan’s rage, and face a frowning world. Let cares, like a wild deluge come, and storms of sorrow fall! May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heav’n, my All. My God, my heaven, my All, my God, my heave’, my All, May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heaven, my All. There shall I bathe my weary soul in seas of heav’nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll, across my peaceful breast. Across my peaceful breast, across my peaceful breast, And not a wave of trouble roll, across my peaceful breast.

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• [Isa 25:8] When They Ring The Golden Bells

  There’s a land beyond the river, That we call the sweet forever, And we only reach that shore by faith’s decree; One by one we’ll gain the portals, There to dwell with the immortals, When they ring the golden bells for you and me. Refrain Don’t you hear the bells now ringing? Don’t you hear the angels singing? ’Tis the glory hallelujah Jubilee. In that far off sweet forever, Just beyond the shining river, When they ring the golden bells for you and me. We shall know no sin or sorrow, In that haven of tomorrow, When our barque shall sail beyond the silver sea; We shall only know the blessing Of our Father’s sweet caressing, When they ring the golden bells for you and me. Refrain When our days shall know their number, And in death we sweetly slumber, When the King commands the spirit to be free; Nevermore with anguish laden, We shall reach that lovely Eden, When they ring the golden bells for you and me. Refrain

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Isaiah 30:19

• [Isa 30:19] How Far From Home?

  How far from home? I asked, as on I bent my steps—the watchman spake: “The long, dark night is almost gone, The morning soon will break. Then weep no more, but speed thy flight, With Hope’s bright star thy guiding ray, Till thou shalt reach the realms of light, In everlasting day.” I asked the warrior on the field; This was his soul inspiring song: “With courage bold, the sword I’ll wield, The battle is not long. Then weep no more, but well endure The conflict, till thy work is done; For this we know, the prize is sure, When victory is won.” I asked again; earth, sea and sun Seemed, with one voice, to make reply: “Time’s wasting sands are nearly run, Eternity is nigh. Then weep no more—with warning tones, Portentous sights are thickening round, The whole creation, waiting, groans, To hear the trumpet sound.” Not far from home! O blessèd thought! The traveler’s lonely heart to cheer; Which oft a healing balm has brought, And dried the mourner’s tear. Then weep no more, since we shall meet Where weary footsteps never roam— Our trials past, our joys complete, Safe in our Father’s home.

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Isaiah 40:6

• [Isa 40:6] Here, Lord, We Offer Thee

  Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest, Bloom from the garden, and flowers from the field; Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou carest More for the love than the wealth that we yield. Send, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying, Speak to their hearts with a message of peace; Comfort the sad, who in weakness are lying, Grant the departing a gentle release. Raise, Lord, to health those again who have sickened, Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom; Give of Thy grace to the souls Thou hast quickened, Gladness for sorrow, and brightness for gloom. We, Lord, like flowers, must bloom and must wither; We, like these blooms, must fade and must die; Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom forever, Grant us a place in Thy house in the sky.

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• [Isa 40:6] Voice Says Cry!, The

  The voice says, “Cry!” What shall we cry? “All flesh is grass, and like the flower Its glories droop, its pleasures die, Its joys but last one fleeting hour.” The voice says, “Cry!” O piteous cry! And are there none to help and save? Have all that live beneath the sky No other prospect but a grave? The voice says, “Cry!” Yet glorious cry! The Word of God can never fall, And tells how Jesus, throned on high, Holds out eternal life to all. The voice says, “Cry!” Who needs the cry? O brother men! who needs it not? By countless millions, far and nigh, ’Tis still unheard, despised, forgot. The voice says, “Cry!” What stops the cry? Our greed of wealth, our love of ease, Our lack of earnest will to try Mankind to save, and God to please. The voice says, “Cry!” O let us cry! Though standing on death’s awful brink, Men feast, they jest, they sell, they buy, And cannot see, and will not think. The voice says, “Cry!” Lord, we would cry But of Thy goodness teach us how; For fast the hours of mercy fly, And, if we cry, it must be now!

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Isaiah 42:6

• [Isa 42:6] Thy Hand Upholdeth Me

  I know Thy hand upholdeth me, My Savior and my God; And step by step I’ll follow Thee Where’er Thy feet have trod. Refrain I know in whom I have believed, And, knowing, I am blest; Thou art the Anchor of my soul— In Thee my hope shall rest. I know Thy hand upholdeth me, When doubt and danger near Would tempt me from the narrow way, Or fill my heart with fear. Refrain I know Thy hand upholdeth me, And will in safety keep My trusting heart, though I may pass Through waters dark and deep. Refrain I know Thy hand upholdeth me, And will my soul defend; Sufficient is Thy grace, O Lord, To keep me to the end. Refrain

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Isaiah 55:7

• [Isa 55:7] Sinners, The Voice Of God Regard

  Sinners, the voice of God regard; ’Tis mercy speaks today; He calls you by His sacred Word From sin’s destructive way. Like the rough sea that cannot rest, You live devoid of peace; A thousand stings within your breast Deprive your souls of ease. Your way is dark, and leads to hell; Why will you persevere? Can you in endless torments dwell, Shut up in black despair? Why will you in the crooked ways Of sin and folly go? In pain you travel all your days, To reap eternal woe. But he that turns to God shall live Through His abounding grace: His mercy will the guilt forgive Of those that seek His face. Bow to the scepter of His Word, Renouncing every sin, Submit to Him, your sovereign Lord, And learn His will divine. His love exceeds your highest thoughts, He pardons like a God; He will forgive your numerous faults, Through a Redeemer’s blood.

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• [Isa 55:7] Yes, There Is Pardon For You

  Oh come to the Savior, believe in His Name, And ask Him your heart to renew; He waits to be gracious, O turn not away, For now there is pardon for you. Refrain Yes, there is pardon for you, Yes, there is pardon for you; For Jesus has died to redeem you, And offers full pardon to you. The way of transgression that leads unto death, Oh, why will you longer pursue? How can you reject the sweet message of love That offers full pardon for you? Refrain Be warned of your danger; escape to the cross; Your only salvation is there; Believe, and that moment the Spirit of grace Will answer your penitent prayer. 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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