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

Revelation 3:12

• [Rev 3:12] King Of The City Splendid

  King of the City Splendid, Eternal in the height, May all our country’s cities Grow holy in Thy sight; Cleansed from the deeds of darkness— Cities of light. Teach love to gladden children That know not childhood’s mirth, Wronged of their rights—no beauty In their scant reach of earth; To hope’s large sunshine give them A second birth. Give joy to all the joyless, Song’s voice to sorrows dumb, May light invade with blessing Each dark and deathly slum; Into earth’s realms of horror Thy Kingdom come! Soon may our country’s cities Thy robe of glory wear; Each place of toil a temple, Each house a home of prayer; Each city’s name of beauty— The Lord is there!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rev 3:12] O What Their Joy And Their Glory Must Be

  O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see; Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blessed. What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? O that the blessed ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! Truly, “Jerusalem” name we that shore, City of peace that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment are not severed there, Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer. There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing; While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessèd people eternally raise. There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o’er, Those Sabbath keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph song Which to the angels and us shall belong. Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand. Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all; Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son, Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.

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  source: Cyberhymnal