Psalms 22:26-27

• [Psa 22:27] Ends Of All The Earth Shall Hear, The

  The ends of all the earth shall hear And turn unto the Lord in fear; All kindreds of the earth shall own And worship Him as God alone. Refrain All earth to Him her homage brings, The Lord of lords, the King of kings. For His the kingdom, His of right, He rules the nations by His might; All earth to Him her homage brings, The Lord of lords, the King of kings. Refrain Both rich and poor, both bond and free Shall worship Him on bended knee, And children’s children shall proclaim The glorious honor of His Name. Refrain The Lord’s unfailing righteousness All generations shall confess, From age to age shall all be taught What wondrous works the Lord has wrought. Refrain

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• [Psa 22:27] Now Before Thee, Lord, We Gather

  Now before Thee, Lord, we gather To receive Thy precious Word; Let Thy grace in showers, O Father, On our parchèd hearts be poured. Send Thy Holy Spirit o’er us, With Thy quick’ning fire restore us, At Thy table spread before us Fill our hung’ring souls, dear Lord. May Thy Word, to us now given, Be retained in hearts contrite; On the narrow way to Heaven Lead us in Thy perfect light. Hush, within us, all commotion, Silence each disturbing notion; May we, Lord, with true devotion Use this hour of grace aright. Of the time may we avail us, When to seek us Thou art near; Soon the day of grace may fail us, And no message more we hear. Turn our minds to meditation On our need of Thy salvation; Urge on all Thine invitation— To our prayer incline Thine ear.

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• [Psa 22:27] O Master Of The Waking World

  O Master of the waking world, Who hast the nations in Thy heart, The heart that bled and broke to send God’s love to earth’s remotest part: Show us anew in Calvary The wondrous power that makes us free. On every side the walls are down, The gates swing wide to every land, The restless tribes and races feel The pressure of Thy piercèd hand; Thy way is in the sea and air, Thy world is open everywhere. We hear the throb of surging life, The clank of chains, the curse of greed, The moan of pain, the futile cries Of superstition’s cruel creed; The peoples hunger for Thee, Lord, The isles are waiting for Thy Word. Thy witness in the souls of men, Thy Spirit’s ceaseless, brooding power, In lands where shadows hide the light, Await a new creative hour: O mighty God, set us aflame To show the glory of Thy Name.

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