Revelation 19:11

• [Rev 19:11] Come, Thou Conqueror Of The Nations

  Come, Thou Conqueror of the nations, Now on Thy white horse appear; Earthquakes, famines, desolations Signify Thy kingdom near: True and faithful! Stablish Thy dominion here. Thine the kingdom, power, and glory; Thine the ransomed nations are. Let the heathen fall before Thee, Let the isles Thy power declare. Judge and conquer All mankind in righteous war. Thee let all mankind admire, Object of our joy and dread! Flame Thine eyes with heavenly fire, Many crowns upon Thy head. But Thine essence None, except Thyself, can read. Yet we know our Mediator, By the Father’s grace bestowed; Meanly clothed in human nature, Thee we call the Word of God. Flesh Thy garment, Dipped in Thy own sacred blood. Captain, God of our salvation, Thou Who hast the wine press trod, Borne the Almighty’s indignation, Quenched the fiercest wrath of God, Take the kingdom, Claim the purchase of Thy blood. On Thy thigh and clothing written, Show the world Thy heavenly Name, That, with loving wonder smitten, All may glorify the Lamb. All adore Thee, All the Lord of hosts proclaim. Honor, glory, and salvation To the Lord our God we give. Power, and endless adoration, Thou art worthy to receive. Reign triumphant, King of kings, forever live!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Revelation 19:16

• [Rev 19:16] O King Of Kings, O Lord Of Hosts

  O King of kings, O Lord of hosts, whose throne is lifted high Above the nations of the earth, the armies of the sky, The spirits of perfected saints may give their nobler songs And we, Thy children, worship Thee, to Whom all praise belongs. Thy hand has hid within our fields treasures of countless worth; The light, the suns of other years, shine from the depths of earth; The very dust, inbreathed by Thee, the clods all cold and dead, Wake into beauty and to life, to give Thy children bread. Thou Who hast sown the sky with stars, and set Thy thoughts in gold, Hast crowned our nation’s life, and ours, with blessings manifold; Thy mercies have been numberless; Thy love, Thy grace, Thy care, Were wider than our utmost need, and higher than our prayer. O King of kings, O Lord of hosts, our fathers’ God and ours! Be with us in the future years; and if the tempest lowers, Look through the cloud with light of love, and smile our tears away And lead us through the brightening years to Heaven’s eternal day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal