Isaiah 40:28

• [Isa 40:28] Blest Be Our Everlasting Lord

  Blest be our everlasting Lord, Our Father, God, and King! Thy sovereign goodness we record, Thy glorious power we sing. By Thee the victory is giv’n; The majesty divine, And strength, and might, and earth, and Heav’n, And all therein, are Thine. The kingdom, Lord, is Thine alone, Who dost Thy right maintain, And high on Thine eternal throne, O’er men and angels reign. Riches, as seemeth good to Thee, Thou dost, and honor, give; And kings their power and dignity Out of Thy hand receive. Thou hast on us the grace bestowed Thy greatness to proclaim; And therefore now thank we our God, And praise Thy glorious Name. Thy glorious Name and nature’s powers Thou dost to us make known; And all the Deity is ours, Through Thy incarnate Son.

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• [Isa 40:28] Have You Not Known, Have You Not Heard

  Have you not known, have you not heard That firm remains on high The everlasting throne of Him Who formed the earth and sky? Are you afraid His power shall fail When comes your evil day? And can an all creating arm Grow weary or decay? Supreme in wisdom as in power The Rock of Ages stands, Though Him you cannot see, nor trace The working of His hands. He gives the conquest to the weak, Supports the fainting heart; And courage in the evil hour His heavenly aids impart. Mere human power shall fast decay, And youthful vigor cease; But they who wait upon the Lord In strength shall still increase. They with unwearied feet shall tread The path of life divine; With growing ardor onward move, With growing brightness shine. On eagles’ wings they mount, they soar, Their wings are faith and love; Till, past the cloudy regions here, They rise to Heav’n above.

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Isaiah 50:4

• [Isa 50:4] Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve

  Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown. A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way, And onward urge thy way. ’Tis God’s all animating voice That calls thee from on high; ’Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye, To thine aspiring eye. Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown.

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• [Isa 50:4] Come, My Soul, Thou Must Be Waking

  Come, my soul, thou must be waking; Now is breaking over the earth another day; Come to Him Who made this splendor; See thou render all thy feeble powers can pay. Thou, too, hail the light returning Ready burning be the incense of thy powers; For the night is safely ended, God hath tended with His care thy helpless hours. Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavor when thine aim is good and true; But that He may ever thwart thee, And convert thee, when thou evil wouldst pursue. Think that He thy ways beholdeth; He unfoldeth every fault that lurks within; He the hidden shame glossed over Can discover, and discern each deed of sin. Mayest thou on life’s last morrow, Free from sorrow, pass away in slumber sweet: And, released from death’s dark sadness, Rise in gladness that far brighter Sun to greet. Only God’s free gifts abuse not, Light refuse not, but His Spirit’s voice obey; Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding Light enfolding all things in unclouded day.

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Isaiah 63:16

• [Isa 63:16] Almighty Father, Unoriginate

  Almighty Father, Unoriginate, Whom no man hath seen ever, nor can see; Who reignest blest and only Potentate, Light unapproachable encircling Thee: Almighty Father, hallowed be Thy Name; Who ever art, unchangeably the same. Thou lovest us, else had we never been: Before we were, in ages long ago, Thy love had us and all our wants foreseen, Creating us that we Thy love might know, Yea, Father, Thou, in Whom we live and move, Hast loved us with an everlasting love. Thou madest man immortal at the first, An image of Thine own eternity; And when he fell from life, through sin accursed, And lost his right to the life giving tree, Thy love, unconquered would to him restore His life ennobled and forevermore. Such was Thy love, Thou didst not even spare Thy Best-beloved, but gav’st Him for us all; To live that human life beyond compare, And dying, by His death retrieve our fall. In Him Thy love unbounded we behold, For, giving Him, Thou canst not aught withhold. Thou knowest what we are, how frail and blind, Thou still rememb’rest that we are but dust: Like as a father pitieth, Thou art kind, Thy justice kindness, and Thy kindness just. Then hear Thy children’s prayer from Heav’n Thy throne; Father, Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done.

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