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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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 60:22

• [Isa 60:22] God Of The Nations, Who Hast Led

  God of the nations, who hast led Thy children since the world began, Through doubt and struggle, pain and tears, Unfolding Thy eternal plan; From countless hilltops as of old The fire upon the altar flares; Through countless rites, in countless tongues, Men offer their imperfect prayers; Hasten the time of our release, Bring in Thy reign of truth and peace. O Jesus Christ, incarnate Son, Who bore our flesh that men might see The vision of the perfect life Fashioned in their humanity; By all Thy words of heavenly truth, By all Thy deeds of mercy wrought, By all the passion of Thy cross, By the redemption Thou hast brought; Hasten the time of our release, Bring in Thy reign of truth and peace. O Holy Spirit, who dost touch The prophets with Thy sacred fire Eternal wisdom to whose light All seekers after truth aspire; Behold the warring sons of men, The helpless by the strong oppressed, The truth with error still concealed, The evil grudgingly confessed; Hasten the time of our release, Bring in Thy reign of truth and peace. O God triune, Thy Church today In penitence before Thee kneels Mourning her years of slothful ease, Her deafness to the world’s appeals; Divided where she should be one, Enamored of a lesser strife, Tithing the mint and cumin while Men perish for the Bread of Life; Hasten the time of our release, Bring in Thy reign of truth and peace. Restore to us the vision, Lord, Descend with fires of Pentecost; Our tongues unloose, our hearts inflame, To preach the Gospel to the lost: Here at Thy feet our prayer is made, Here life and wealth we dedicate; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, Lord, Thy anointing we await; Hasten the time of our release, Bring in Thy reign of truth and peace.

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• [Isa 60:22] Hasten, Lord, The Glorious Time

  Hasten, Lord, the glorious time When, beneath Messiah’s sway, Every nation, every clime, Shall the Gospel call obey. Mightiest kings His power shall own, Heathen tribes His Name adore; Satan and his host o’erthrown, Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. As when soft and gentle showers Fall upon the thirsty plain, Springing grass and blooming flowers, Clothe the wilderness again; So Thy Spirit shall descend, Softening every stony heart, And its sweetest influence lend, All that’s lovely to impart. Then shall wars and tumults cease, Then be banished grief and pain, Righteousness and joy and peace, Undisturbed shall ever reign. Bless we, then, our gracious Lord, Ever praise His glorious Name; All His mighty acts record; All His wondrous love proclaim. Time shall sun and moon obscure, Seas be dried, and rocks be riv’n. But His reign shall still endure, Endless as the days of Heav’n.

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• [Isa 60:22] Hasten, Lord, Thy Coming

  We are waiting, blessèd Jesus, Watching, waiting, still for Thee; Thou hast told us Thou art coming, We are waiting patiently. Refrain Hasten Thou, dear Lord, Thy coming, We hosannas then shall sing, Shouting “Glory! Hallelujah! Crown Immanuel, the King!” Lamps all trimmed and brightly burning, Ready we would always be; For the cry, “The Bridegroom cometh!” We are waiting eagerly. Refrain Occupying, till Thou comest; Thus Thy Word we would obey; Then, O Lord, Thou wilt reward us, On that bright and gladsome day. Refrain Now in Heaven, Thou dost tarry, Our high priest within the veil, While we wait for Thine appearing, Knowing well Thou wilt not fail. Refrain

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• [Isa 60:22] O North With All Thy Vales Of Green

  O North, with all thy vales of green, O South, with all thy palms! From peopled towns and vales between, Uplift the voice of psalms; Raise, ancient East, the anthem high, And let the youthful West reply. Lo, in the clouds of Heav’n appears God’s well belovèd Son He brings a train of brighter years; His kingdom is begun. He comes, a guilty world to bless With mercy, truth, and righteousness. O Father, haste the promised hour, When at His feet shall lie All rule, authority, and power, Beneath the ample sky; When He shall reign from pole to pole, The Lord of every human soul. When all shall heed the words He said Amid their daily cares And by the loving life He led Shall seek to pattern theirs; And He who conquered death shall win The mightier conquest over sin.

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  source: Cyberhymnal