Isaiah 33:15-17

• [Isa 33:17] Every Morning The Red Sun

  Every morning the red sun Rises warm and bright; But the evening cometh on, And the dark, cold night. There’s a bright land far away, Where ’tis never-ending day. Every spring the sweet young flowers Open bright and gay, Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away. There’s a land we have not seen, Where the trees are always green. Little birds sing songs of praise All the summer long, But in colder, shorter days They forget their song. There’s a place where angels sing Ceaseless praises to their King. Christ our Lord is ever near Those who follow Him; But we cannot see Him here, For our eyes are dim; There is a most happy place, Where men always see His face. Who shall go to that bright land? All who do the right: Holy children there shall stand In their robes of white; For that Heav’n, so bright and blest, Is our everlasting rest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 33:17] I Shall See The King

  I shall see the King Where the angels sing; I shall see the King some day, In the better land, On the golden strand, And with Him shall ever stay. Refrain In His glory, I shall see the King, And forever endless praises sing; ’Twas on Calvary Jesus died for me; I shall see the King some day. In the land of song, In the glory-throng, Where there never comes a night, With my Lord once slain I shall ever reign In the glory-land of light. Refrain I shall see the King, All my tributes bring, And shall look upon His face; Then my song shall be How He ransomed me And has kept me by His grace. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal