Isaiah 32:2

• [Isa 32:2] Shadow Of The Rock, The

  Lead to the shadow of the Rock of Refuge My weary feet; Give me the water from the life-stream flowing Clear, pure and sweet. Refrain There from the billows and the tempest hiding, Under the shelter of Thy love abiding, Safe in the shadow of the “Rock of Ages,” Joy shall be mine! Lead to the shadow of the Rock Eternal My heart oppressed; There in the secret of Thy holy presence, Calm shall I rest. Refrain Lead to the shadow of the Rock of Ages; Oh, keep Thou me Safe from the arrows of the world’s temptations, Close, close to Thee! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 32:2] Sheltering Rock, The

  There is a Rock in a weary land, Its shadow falls on the burning sand, Inviting pilgrims as they pass, To seek a shade in the wilderness. Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the sheltering Rock is so near by, O why will ye die? There is a Well in a desert plain, Its waters call with entreating strain, “Ho, every thirsting, sin sick soul, Come, freely drink, and thou shalt be whole.” Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the living Well is so near by, O why will ye die? A great fold stands with its portals wide, The sheep astray on the mountain side; The Shepherd climbs o’er mountains steep; He’s searching now for His wandering sheep. Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the Shepherd’s fold is so near by, O why will ye die? There is a cross where the Savior died; His blood flowed out in a crimson tide, A sacrifice for sins of men, And free to all who will enter in. Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the crimson cross is so near by, O why will ye die?

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Isaiah 59:19

• [Isa 59:19] Sound The Battle Cry

  Sound the battle cry! See, the foe is nigh; Raise the standard high for the Lord; Gird your armor on, stand firm every one; Rest your cause upon His holy Word. Refrain Rouse, then, soldiers, rally round the banner, Ready, steady, pass the word along; Onward, forward, shout aloud Hosanna! Christ is Captain of the mighty throng. Strong to meet the foe, marching on we go, While our cause we know, must prevail; Shield and banner bright, gleaming in the light, Battling for the right we ne’er can fail. Refrain O! Thou God of all, hear us when we call, Help us one and all by Thy grace; When the battle’s done, and the vict’ry’s won, May we wear the crown before Thy face. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 59:19] There’s Peace And Rest In Paradise

  There’s peace and rest in paradise, In weary hours we say; And oh that we had wings like doves That we might flee away! For here so strong the evil seems, So weak appears the good, Our standard wavers in the rush Of evil, like a flood. At times, through the long lonely watch, Nor sun nor moon appears; Without, incessant fightings are, Within, incessant fears. Then for the quiet land we long, And the abode of peace; And for the word, “Come, weary soul, From war and vigil cease!” But in our stronger hours we grasp The warrior’s sword again, And burn the good fight yet to fight, The faithful watch maintain. We fain would tread the famous way Martyrs and saints have trod; The hours ebb fast of this one day Of noblest war for God! The Lord Himself hath need of us; On! till the fight be won; And the King’s words shall thrill the heart: “Servant of God, well done!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Isaiah 64:6

• [Isa 64:6] Not For Our Sins Alone

  Not for our sins alone Thy mercy, Lord, we sue; Let fall Thy pitying glance On our devotions, too, What we have done for Thee, And what we think to do. The holiest hours we spend In prayer upon our knees, The times when most we deem The songs of praise will please, Thou Searcher of all hearts, Forgiveness pour on these. And all the gifts we bring, And all the vows we make, And all the acts of love We plan for Thy dear sake, Into Thy pardoning thought, O God of mercy, take. And most, when we, Thy flock, Before Thine altar bend, And strange, bewildering thoughts With those sweet moments blend, By Him Whose death we plead, Good Lord, Thy help extend. Bow down Thine ear and hear! Open Thine eyes and see! Our very love is shame, And we must come to Thee To make it of Thy grace What Thou wouldst have it be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal