Revelation 4:10

• [Rev 4:10] Never Further Than Thy Cross

  Never further than Thy cross, Never higher than Thy feet; Here earth’s precious things seem dross, Here earth’s bitter things grow sweet. Gazing thus our sin we see, Learn Thy love while gazing thus, Sin, which laid the cross on Thee, Love, which bore the cross for us. Here we learn to serve and give, And, rejoicing, self deny; Here we gather love to live, Here we gather faith to die. Pressing onward as we can, Still to this our hearts must tend; Where our earliest hopes began, There our last aspirings end. Till amid the hosts of light, We in Thee redeemed, complete, Through Thy cross made pure and white, Cast our crowns before Thy feet.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rev 4:10] Savior And Regenerator

  Savior and Regenerator! Thee alone, God we own, Father and Creator. Word Incarnate, we adore Thee! Hosts above, God of Love, Cast their crowns before Thee. Father, Son and Holy Spirit, One in Thee, Lord, we see, Who Thy grace inherit. May Thy Word be our Instructor, Night and day, on our way, Our divine conductor! Visit us with Thy salvation; Let Thy care still be near, Round our habitation. Jesus, our divine Protector, Guide us still, let Thy will Be our sole director!

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Revelation 7:11

• [Rev 7:11] Around The Throne Of God

  Around the throne of God The host angelic throngs; They spread their palms abroad, And shout perpetual songs: Him first they own, Him last and best; God ever blest, and God alone. Their golden crowns they fling Before His throne of light, And strike the rapturous string, Unceasing, day and night: “Earth, Heav’n, and sea, Thy praise declare; For Thine they are, and Thine shall be. “O holy, holy, Lord, Creation’s sovereign King! Thy majesty adored Let all creation sing; Who wast, and art, and art to be; Nor time shall see Thy sway depart. “Great are Thy works of praise, O God of boundless might; All just and true Thy ways, Thou King of saints, in light: Let all above, and all below, Conspire to show Thy power and love. “Who shall not fear Thee, Lord, And magnify Thy Name? Thy judgments, sent abroad, Thy holiness proclaim: Nations shall throng from every shore, And all adore in one loud song.” While thus the powers on high Their swelling chorus raise, Let earth and man reply, And echo back the praise: His glory own, first, last and best; God ever blest, and God alone.

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• [Rev 7:11] Father, Before Thy Throne Of Light

  Father, before Thy throne of light The guardian angels bend, And ever in Thy presence bright Their psalms adoring blend; And casting down each golden crown, Beside the crystal sea, With voice and lyre, in happy quire, Hymn glory, Lord, to Thee. And as the rainbow luster falls Athwart their glowing wings, While seraph unto seraph calls, And each Thy goodness sings; So may we feel, as low we kneel To pray Thee for Thy grace, That Thou art here for all who fear The brightness of Thy face. Here, where the angels see us come To worship day by day, Teach us to seek our heav’nly home, And love Thee e’en as they; Teach us to raise our notes of praise, With them Thy love to own, That childhood’s flower and manhood’s power Be Thine, and Thine alone.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rev 7:11] Our Day Of Praise Is Done

  Our day of praise is done; The evening shadows fall; But pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightenest all. Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee. Too faint our anthems here; Too soon of praise we tire; But O the strains, how full and clear, Of that eternal choir! Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will If Thou attune the heart, We in Thine angels’ music still May bear our lower part. ’Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our life a daily psalm Of glory to Thy Name. A little while, and then Shall come the glorious end; And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rev 7:11] Ye Angels Who Stand Round The Throne

  Ye angels who stand round the throne, And view my Immanuel’s face, In rapturous songs make Him known; O tune your soft harps to His praise. He formed you the spirits you are, So happy, so noble, so good; While others sank down in despair, Confirmed by His power, you stood. Ye saints who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at His feet, His grace and His glory display, And all His rich mercy repeat: He snatched you from hell and the grave, He ransomed from death and despair; For you He was mighty to save, Almighty to bring you safe there. O when will the period appear When I shall unite in your song? I’m weary of lingering here, And I to your Savior belong; I’m fettered and chained up in clay, I struggle and pant to be free; I long to be soaring away, My God and my Savior to see. I want to put on my attire, Washed white in the blood of the Lamb; I want to be one with your choir, And tune my sweet harp to His Name. I want—O I want to be there, Where sorrow and sin bid adieu, Your joy and your friendship to share, To wonder and worship with you.

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Revelation 14:4

• [Rev 14:4] Before The Throne Of God Above

  Before the throne of God above I have a strong and perfect plea. A great high Priest whose Name is Love Who ever lives and pleads for me. My name is graven on His hands, My name is written on His heart. I know that while in Heaven He stands No tongue can bid me thence depart. When Satan tempts me to despair And tells me of the guilt within, Upward I look and see Him there Who made an end of all my sin. Because the sinless Savior died My sinful soul is counted free. For God the just is satisfied To look on Him and pardon me. Behold Him there the risen Lamb, My perfect spotless righteousness, The great unchangeable I AM, The King of glory and of grace, One in Himself I cannot die. My soul is purchased by His blood, My life is hid with Christ on high, With Christ my Savior and my God!

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• [Rev 14:4] Sweet Flow’rets Of The Martyr Band

  Sweet flow’rets of the martyr band, So early plucked by cruel hand; Like rosebuds by a tempest torn, As breaks the light of summer morn. First victims offered for the Lord, Ye little knew your high reward, As, at the very altar, gay With palms and crowns ye seemed to play. Ah! what availed King Herod’s wrath? He could not stay your Savior’s path; The Child he sought alone went free; That Child is King eternally. O Lord, the virgin born, to Thee Praise, honor, might and glory be, Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost forevermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal