Philippians 2:10

• [Phi 2:10] Again The Morn Of Gladness

  Again the morn of gladness, The morn of light, is here; And earth itself looks fairer, And Heaven itself more near; The bells, like angel voices, Speak peace to every breast; And all the land lies quiet To keep the day of rest. Refrain Glory be to Jesus, Let all His children say; He rose again, He rose again, On this glad day. Again, O loving Savior, The children of Thy grace Prepare themselves to seek Thee Within Thy chosen place. Our song shall rise to greet Thee, If Thou our hearts wilt raise; If Thou our lips wilt open, Our mouth shall show Thy praise. Refrain The shining choir of angels That rest not day or night, The crowned and palm-decked martyrs, The saints arrayed in white, The happy lambs of Jesus, In pastures fair above, These all adore and praise Him, Whom we, too, praise and love. Refrain The Church on earth rejoices To join with these today; In every tongue and nation She calls her sons to pray; Across the northern snow fields, Beneath the Indian palms, She makes the same pure offering, And sings the same sweet psalms. Refrain Tell out, sweet bells, His praises! O let us sing His Name! Still louder and still farther His mighty deeds proclaim; Till all whom He redeemèd Shall own Him Lord and King, Till every knee shall worship, And every tongue shall sing. Refrain

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• [Phi 2:10] At The Name Of Jesus

  At the Name of Jesus, every knee shall bow, Every tongue confess Him King of glory now; ’Tis the Father’s pleasure we should call Him Lord, Who from the beginning was the mighty Word. Mighty and mysterious in the highest height, God from everlasting, very light of light: In the Father’s bosom with the spirit blest, Love, in love eternal, rest, in perfect rest. At His voice creation sprang at once to sight, All the angel faces, all the hosts of light, Thrones and dominations, stars upon their way, All the heavenly orders, in their great array. Humbled for a season, to receive a name From the lips of sinners unto whom He came, Faithfully He bore it, spotless to the last, Brought it back victorious when from death He passed. Bore it up triumphant with its human light, Through all ranks of creatures, to the central height, To the throne of Godhead, to the Father’s breast; Filled it with the glory of that perfect rest. Name Him, brothers, name Him, with love strong as death But with awe and wonder, and with bated breath! He is God the Savior, He is Christ the Lord, Ever to be worshipped, trusted and adored. In your hearts enthrone Him; there let Him subdue All that is not holy, all that is not true; Crown Him as your Captain in temptation’s hour; Let His will enfold you in its light and power. Brothers, this Lord Jesus shall return again, With His Father’s glory, with His angel train; For all wreaths of empire meet upon His brow, And our hearts confess Him King of glory now.

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Philippians 3:20

• [Phi 3:20] Jerusalem On High

  Jerusalem on high, my song that city is, My home whene’er I die, the center of my bliss; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? There dwells my Lord, my King, judged here unfit to live; There angels to Him sing and lowly homage give; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? The patriarchs of old there from their travels cease; The prophets there behold their longed for Prince of peace; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? The Lamb’s Apostles there I might with joy behold, The harpers I might hear harping on harps of gold; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? The bleeding martyrs, they within those courts are found, Clothèd in pure array, their scars with glory crowned; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? Ah me! ah me! that I in Kedar’s tent here stay; No place like that on high; Lord thither guide my way; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

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  source: Cyberhymnal