Isaiah 40:3

• [Isa 40:3] Draw Nigh To Thy Jerusalem

  Draw nigh to Thy Jerusalem, O Lord, Thy faithful people cry with one accord; Ride on in triumph; Lord, behold we lay Our passions, lusts, and proud wills in Thy way! Thy road is ready; and Thy paths made straight, With longing expectation seem to wait The consecration of Thy beauteous feet, And silently Thy promised advent greet! Hosanna! welcome to our hearts! for here Thou hast a temple, too, as Zion dear; O enter in, dear Lord, unbar the door; And in that temple dwell forevermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 40:3] Heralds Of Christ

  Heralds of Christ, who bear the King’s commands, Immortal tidings in your mortal hands, Pass on and carry swift the news you bring; Make straight, make straight the highway of the King. Through desert ways, dark fen and deep morass, Through jungles, sluggish seas, and mountain pass, Build now the road, and falter not, nor stay; Prepare across the earth the King’s highway. Where once the twisting trail in darkness wound, Let marching feet and joyous song resound, Where burn the funeral pyres, and censers swing, Make straight, make straight the highway of the King. Lord, give us faith and strength the road to build, To see the promise of the day fulfilled, When war shall be no more, and strife shall cease Upon the highway of the Prince of Peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 40:3] Out On The Desert

  Out on the desert, looking, looking, Sinner, ’tis Jesus looking for thee; Tenderly calling, calling, calling, Hither, thou lost one, O come unto Me. Refrain Jesus is looking, Jesus is calling, Why dost thou linger, why tarry away? Run to Him quickly, say to Him gladly, Lord I am coming, coming today. Still He is waiting, waiting, waiting, O, what compassion beams in His eye, Hear Him repeating, gently, gently, Come to thy Savior, O, why wilt thou die? Refrain Lovingly pleading, pleading, pleading, Mercy, though slighted, bears with thee yet; Thou canst be happy, happy, happy, Come, ere thy life-star forever shall set. Refrain Spirits in glory, watching, watching, Long to behold thee safe in the fold; Angels are waiting, waiting, waiting, When shall thy story with rapture be told? Refrain

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• [Isa 40:3] Prepare Thy Way, O Zion!

  Prepare the way, O Zion! Ye awful deeps, rise high; Sink low, ye towering mountains, The Lord is drawing nigh; The righteous King of glory, Foretold in sacred story. Refrain O blest is He that came In God the Father’s Name. O Zion, He approacheth, Thy Lord and King for aye! Strew palms where He advanceth, Spread garments in His way. God’s promise faileth never, Hosanna sound forever! Fling wide thy portals, Zion And hail thy glorious King; His tidings of salvation To every people bring, Who, waiting yet in sadness, Would sing His praise in gladness. Refrain He cometh not with warriors, And not with pomp and show, Yet smiteth He with terror Sin, death, and every foe. The Spirit’s sword He wieldeth, Not e’en to death He yieldeth. Refrain Give heed, thou sinful people, Thy King and Savior own; The kingdom He hath founded Is not an earthly one; No power can overthrow it, Nor earthly wisdom know it. Refrain The throne which He ascendeth Is fixed in heaven above: His sanctified dominion Is light alone and love. His praise be ever sounding For grace and peace abounding. Refrain Jerusalem is fallen, And closed its temple door; Its sacrifices ended; Its scepter is no more. Christ’s kingdom never ceaseth, Its glory still increaseth. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 40:3] Ye Sons Of Men, Oh, Hearken

  Ye sons of men, oh, hearken: Your heart and mind prepare; To hail th’almighty Savior, Oh sinners, be your care. He Who of grace alone Our Life and Light was given, The promised Lord from Heaven, Unto our world is shown. Prepare the way before Him; Prepare for Him the best. Cast out whate’er offendeth This great, this heav’nly Guest. Make straight, make plain, the way: The lowly valleys raising, The heights of pride abasing, His path all even lay. The humble heart and lowly God lifteth up on high; Beneath His feet in anguish The haughty soul shall lie. The heart, sincere and right, That heeds God’s invitation And makes true preparation, It is the Lord’s delight. Prepare my heart, Lord Jesus, Turn not from me aside, And grant that I receive Thee This blessèd Adventide. From stall and manger low Come Thou to dwell within me; Loud praises will I sing Thee And forth Thy glory show.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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!

  source: Cyberhymnal