Isaiah 5:11

• [Isa 5:11] ’tis Thine Alone, Almighty Name

  ’Tis Thine alone, almighty Name, To raise the dead to life, The lost inebriate to reclaim From passion’s fearful strife. What ruin hath intemperance wrought How widely roll its waves! How many myriads hath it brought To fill dishonored graves! And see, O Lord, what numbers still Are maddened by the bowl, Led captive at the tyrant’s will In bondage, heart and soul. Stretch forth Thy hand, O God, our King And break the galling chain; Deliverance to the captive bring, And end the usurper’s reign. The cause of temperance is Thine own; Our plans and efforts bless; We trust, O Lord, in Thee alone To crown them with success.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Isaiah 62:6

• [Isa 62:6] Let Zion’s Watchmen All Awake

  Let Zion’s watchmen all awake And take th’alarm they give; Now let them, from the mouth of God Their awful charge receive. ’Tis not a cause of small import The pastor’s care demands; But what might fill an angel’s heart And filled a Savior’s hands. They watch for souls for which the Lord Did heav’nly bliss forego; Those that have tasted His rich grace, And seek His will to know. All to the great tribunal haste Th’account to render there; And shouldst Thou strictly mark our faults Lord, where should we appear? May that same Jesus, whom they preach, Their own Redeemer be; And watch Thou daily o’er their souls, That they may watch for Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 62:6] Round The Sacred City Gather

  Round the Sacred City gather Egypt, Edom, Babylon; All the warring hosts of error, Sworn against her, move as one: Vain the leaguer! her foundations Are upon the holy hills, And the love of the Eternal All her stately temple fills. Get thee, watchman, to the rampart! Gird thee, warrior, with thy sword! Be ye strong as ye remember That amidst you is the Lord: Like the night mists from the valley, These shall vanish one by one, Egypt’s malice, Edom’s envy, And the hate of Babylon. But be true, ye sons and daughters, Lest the peril be within: Watch to prayer, lest, while ye slumber, Stealthy foemen enter in: Safe the mother and the children, In their will and love be strong, While their loyal hearts go singing Prayer and praise for battle song. Church of God! if we forget thee Let His blessings fail our hand, When our love shall not prefer thee Let His love forget our land— Nay! to thee shall we be steadfast, Though the world’s foundations shake, Love of thee is love for ever, Love of thee for Jesus’ sake. Church of Christ! upon thy banner, Lo, His passion’s awful sign; By that seal of His redemption Thou art His, and He is thine: From the depth of His atonement Flows thy sacramental tide: From the height of His ascension Flows the grace which is thy guide. God the Spirit dwells within thee, His society divine, His the living Word thou keepest, His thy apostolic line. Ancient prayer and song liturgic, Creeds that change not to the end, As His gift we have received them, As His charge we will defend. Alleluia, alleluia, To the Father, Spirit, Son, In Whose will the Church at warfare With the Church at rest is one; So to Thee we sing in union, God in earth and Heav’n adored, Alleluia, alleluia, Holy, holy, holy Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal