Joel 2:1

• [Joe 2:1] Sound The Alarm!

  Sound the alarm! Let the watchman cry! “Up! for the day of the Lord is nigh; Who will escape from the wrath to come? Who have a place in the soul’s bright home?” Refrain Sound the alarm, watchman! Sound the alarm! For the Lord will come with a conqu’ring arm; And the hosts of sin, as their ranks advance, Shall wither and fall at His glance. Sound the alarm! Let the cry go forth, Swift as the wind, o’er the realms of earth; “Flee to the Rock where the soul may hide! Flee to the Rock! in its cleft abide!” Refrain Sound the alarm on the mountain’s brow! Plead with the lost by the wayside now: Warn them to come and the truth embrace; Urge them to come and be saved by grace. Refrain Sound the alarm in the youthful ear; Sound it aloud that the old may hear; Blow ye the trump while the day-beams last! Blow ye the trump till the light is past! Refrain

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Joel 2:25-28

• [Joe 2:28] Don’t Lose The Vision

  O have you had the vision, have you heard the cry Of millions lost and perishing, O do not let them die; Their souls have all been purchased at how great a cost! Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross. Refrain Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross; Don’t lose the vision, or the cause will suffer loss; If you want to reach another, Keep in touch with Christ, my brother, Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross. The young men shall see visions and the old dream dreams, The wilderness be watered, in the desert shall be streams, The Spirit poured upon us, cleansing from all dross, Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross. Refrain Isaiah had a vision of the Lord on high Whose train filled all the temple and he heard the seraph cry; O Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of hosts, Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross. Refrain The vision of the prophet showed to him his sin; He cried out, “Woe is me! for I am still unclean within”; The fire from off the altar purged his heart from dross, Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross. Refrain The fields are white to harvest, have you heard the call? The Spirit now is waiting, won’t you yield to Him our all? The time is swiftly passing, O! the fearful loss, Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross. Refrain

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• [Joe 2:28] Holy Ghost, With Light Divine

  Holy Ghost, with light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine; Chase the shade of night away, Turn my darkness into day. Let me see my Savior’s face, Let me all His beauties trace; Show those glorious truths to me Which are only known to Thee. Holy Ghost, with power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine; Long has sin, without control, Held dominion o’er my soul. Holy Ghost, with joy divine, Cheer this saddened heart of mine; Bid my many woes depart, Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. Holy Spirit, all divine, Dwell within this heart of mine; Cast down every idol throne, Reign supreme, and reign alone. See, to Thee I yield my heart, Shed Thy life through every part; A pure temple I would be, Wholly dedicate to Thee.

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• [Joe 2:28] Joy! Because The Circling Year

  Joy! because the circling year Brings our day of blessings here; Day when first the light divine On the Church began to shine. Like to quivering tongues of flame Unto each the Spirit came, Tongues, that earth might hear their call, Fire, that love might burn in all. So the wondrous works of God Wondrously were spread abroad; Every tribe’s familiar tone Made the glorious marvel known. Hardened scoffers vainly jeered; Listening strangers heard and feared, Knew the prophets’ word fulfilled, Owned the work which God had willed. Still Thy Spirit’s fullness, Lord, On Thy waiting Church be poured; Grant our burdened hearts release; Grant us Thine abiding peace.

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• [Joe 2:28] Winter Reigns O’er Many A Region

  Winter reigns o’er many a region, Many a seed field fallow lies; When, O Lord, shall come the springtime, With its quickening energies? When shall this long night be ended? When the morning dawn appear? When shall drought give place to freshness? When these deserts bloom with cheer? Lord, Thy Church is ever praying: Now her anxious yearnings hear; Speed the triumphs of Thy kingdom; Spread its vict’ries far and near; Own the work, Thy grace attend it, Which we undertake for Thee; Let a holy love inflame us; Kindle zeal and fervency. That Thy fields be rightly cultured, Send the laborers that we need, Men to light the heavy darkness, Sow the wastes with precious seed. Then send down the gentle showers, Make Thy gracious sunlight shine, That each field may joy with blessing, Bringing forth the fruits divine. By the breezes of Thy Spirit, Fan all deadness into life; Bless the seeds to Thee upspringing, Keep each plant from blast and strife. And, ye toilers in this seeding, Know the promise God hath given: Glorious crowns await the faithful, And eternal gains in Heaven.

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