Isaiah 34:4

• [Isa 34:4] Behold, What Light Rolls Back The Sky?

  Behold, what light rolls back the sky? What fear and trepidation! The trumpets blast a vict’ry cry For ransomed congregations. And leading them, their sovereign head, Is Christ the judge of quick and dead, Demanding exultation. No doubt or atheistic thought Shall then deny God’s power. Those who against his gospel fought Shall wail and gnash and cower. For those who claim they could not know, Creation’s witness here below Condemns them in that hour. The spirit-called and blood-redeemed Shall have full vindication, Enjoying God with bliss undreamed In holy consummation. And those that sleep in Christ, who rise With flesh made new before their eyes, Receive glorification. Then let our voice erupt in song In prayer for His returning. Be pleased, Lord, not to tarry long To end creation’s yearning. Acquitted at your judgement seat, We’ll cast our crowns before your feet— Not ours but Christ’s the earning.

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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

Isaiah 49:2

• [Isa 49:2] In The Hollow Of His Hand

  In the hollow of His hand He will hide me When doubt and sin draw near, Though no earthly friend may walk beside me, I rest secure from fear. Refrain I know whate’er betide me, His hand will safely guide me, His love will ever hide me In the hollow of His hand. In the hollow of His hand He will hide me When the storm is on the deep, And I know whatever may betide me, His vigil He will keep. Refrain In the hollow of His hand He will hide me When the storms of life sweep by, To the harbor safe He will guide me, Where His blessèd islands lie. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Isaiah 53:7

• [Isa 53:7] A Lamb Goes Uncomplaining Forth

  A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth, The guilt of all men bearing; And laden with the sins of earth, None else the burden sharing! Goes patient on, grow weak and faint, To slaughter led without complaint, That spotless life to offer; Bears shame and stripes, and wounds and death, Anguish and mockery, and saith, “Willing all this I suffer.” This Lamb is Christ, the soul’s great Friend, The Lamb of God, our Savior; Him God the Father chose to send To gain for us His favor. “Go forth, My Son,” the Father saith, “And free men from the fear of death, From guilt and condemnation. The wrath and stripes are hard to bear, But by Thy Passion men shall share The fruit of Thy salvation.” “Yea, Father, yea, most willingly I’ll bear what Thou commandest; My will conforms to Thy decree, I do what Thou demandest.” O wondrous Love, what hast Thou done! The Father offers up His Son! The Son, content, descendeth! O Love, how strong Thou art to save! Thou beddest Him within the grave Whose word the mountains rendeth. From morn till eve my theme shall be Thy mercy’s wondrous measure; To sacrifice myself for Thee Shall be my aim and pleasure. My stream of life shall ever be A current flowing ceaselessly, Thy constant praise outpouring. I’ll treasure in my memory, O Lord, all Thou hast done for me, Thy gracious love adoring. Of death I am no more afraid, New life from Thee is flowing; Thy cross affords me cooling shade When noonday’s sun is glowing. When by my grief I am oppressed, On Thee my weary soul shall rest Serenely as on pillows. Thou art my Anchor when by woe My bark is driven to and fro On trouble’s surging billows. And when Thy glory I shall see And taste Thy kingdom’s pleasure, Thy blood my royal robe shall be, My joy beyond all measure. When I appear before Thy throne, Thy righteousness shall be my crown— With these I need not hide me. And there, in garments richly wrought As Thine own bride, I shall be brought To stand in joy beside Thee.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Isaiah 58:11

• [Isa 58:11] In The Child Garden

  In the garden, in the garden of Jesus our Savior, We are growing, we are growing for Jesus alone. Refrain Like the flow’rs of the morning His garden adorning, We are growing for Jesus, His loved and His own. Little children, little children are the flow’rs in His garden, We must blossom, we must blossom, for Jesus alone. Refrain Jesus loves us, Jesus loves us, the flow’rs of His garden; He will keep us, He will keep us, nor leave us alone. Refrain We must love him, we must love Him, this Jesus our Savior, We must trust Him, we must trust Him, in Jesus alone. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 58:11] Thy Way, Not Mine, O Lord

  Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be; Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest. I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might; Choose Thou for me, my God, So I shall walk aright. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem; Choose Thou my good and ill. Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose Thou my cares for me My poverty or wealth. The kingdom that I seek Is Thine: so let the way That leads to it be Thine, Else I must surely stray. Not mine, not mine the choice In things or great or small; Be Thou my Guide, my Strength My Wisdom, and my All.

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  source: Cyberhymnal