Jeremiah 31:15-20

• [Jer 31:15] The Hymn For Conquering Martyrs Raise

  The hymn for conquering martyrs raise, The victor innocents we praise, Whom in their woe earth cast away, But Heav’n with joy received today; Whose angels see the Father’s face World without end, and hymn His grace; And while they chant unceasing lays, The hymn for conquering martyrs raise. A voice from Ramah was there sent, A voice of weeping and lament, When Rachel mourned the children’s care Whom for the tyrant’s sword she bare. Triumphal is their glory now, Whom earthly torments could not bow, What time, both far and near that went, A voice from Ramah there was sent. Fear not, O little flock and blest, The lion that your life opprest! To heavenly pastures ever new The heavenly Shepherd leadeth you; Who, dwelling now on Zion’s hill, The Lamb’s dear footsteps follow still; By tyrant there no more distrest, Fear not, O little flock and blest. And every tear is wiped away By your dear Father’s hands for ay; Death hath no power to hurt you more, Whose own is life’s eternal store. Who sow their seed, and sowing weep, In everlasting joy shall reap, What time they shine in heavenly day, And every tear is wiped away. O city blest o’er all the earth, Who gloriest in the Savior’s birth, Who are His earliest martyrs dear, By kindred and by triumph here; None from henceforth may call thee small, Of rival towns thou passest all: In whom our Monarch had His birth, O city blest o’er all the earth!

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Jer 31:18] Return, O Wanderer, Return

  Return, O wanderer, return, And seek an injured Father’s face; Those warm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father’s melting heart, Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, Whose hand can heal thine inward smart. Return, O wanderer, return, He heard thy deep repentant sigh, He saw thy softened spirit mourn When no intruding ear was nigh. Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Savior bids thy spirit live; Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear; ’Tis God who says, “No longer mourn,” ’Tis mercy’s voice invites thee near.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Jer 31:19] Tell Mother I’ll Be There

  When I was but a little child how well I recollect How I would grieve my mother with my folly and neglect; And now that she has gone to Heav’n I miss her tender care: O Savior, tell my mother, I’ll be there! Refrain Tell mother I’ll be there, in answer to her prayer; This message, blessèd Savior, to her bear! Tell mother I’ll be there, Heav’n’s joys with her to share; Yes, tell my darling mother I’ll be there. Though I was often wayward, she was always kind and good; So patient, gentle, loving when I acted rough and rude; My childhood griefs and trials she would gladly with me share: O Savior, tell my mother, I’ll be there! Refrain When I became a prodigal, and left the old rooftree, She almost broke her loving heart in mourning after me; And day and night she prayed to God to keep me in His care: O Savior, tell my mother, I’ll be there! Refrain One day a message came to me, it bade me quickly come If I would see my mother ere the Savior took her home; I promised her, before she died, for Heaven to prepare: O Savior, tell my mother, I’ll be there! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal