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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• [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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• [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 11:15

• [Rev 11:15] Ascend Thy Throne, Almighty King

  Ascend Thy throne, almighty King, And spread Thy glories all abroad: Let Thine own arm salvation bring, And be Thou known the gracious God. Let millions bow before Thy seat, Let humble mourners seek Thy face; Bring daring rebels to Thy feet, Subdued by Thy victorious grace. O let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord; Let saints and angels praise Thy Name, Be Thou through Heaven and earth adored.

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• [Rev 11:15] Christ Is King

  Come, friends, sing, of the faith that’s so dear to me, Revealed thro’ God’s Son, in Galilee; He brought peace on earth and good will to the sons of men, Go tell it to the world, her King reigns again. Refrain I am so happy in Jesus, Captivity’s Captor is He; Angels rejoice when a soul’s saved, Some day we like Him shall be; Sorrow and joy have the same Lord, Valley of shadows shall sing; Death has its life, its door opens in Heaven eternally, Christ is King. Crucified, thus He suffered and bled for me, Death and the grave won sin’s victory; Then the sky grew dark and the temple veil rent in twain, Rocks rent, and angels came, for He lived again. Refrain At His feet, on old Olivet’s hill, they say, Cloud chariots halted, took Christ away; Then the angels came and to wond’ring disciples said, “He’ll come, and earth and sea shall yield up their dead.” Refrain

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• [Rev 11:15] Christ, That Ever Reigneth

  Christ, that ever reigneth, Christ, that here remaineth, Christ, within us dwelling, Christ in praise excelling, Him we proclaim, His glorious Name; To our Creator render Homage all due; lowly and true Homage to Him we tender. Heaven’s high host rejoices, lifting up all voices, Jubilant with gladness—yet the earth with sadness Dreading her fate God doth await Who judgment strict revealeth; Merciful power, save in that hour Those whom Thy passion healeth! Raise us, cleansed, to regions where the angel legions Round Thee aye are soaring, with Thy saints adoring; Grant us Thy peace, bid dangers cease, And Thou, Thy mercy sending, Christ, give us rest, where, with the blest, Thy reign is never ending.

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• [Rev 11:15] He Comes! He Comes! The Judge Severe!

  He comes! He comes! the Judge severe! The seventh trumpet speaks Him near; His lightnings flash, His thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful soul! From Heav’n angelic voices sound; See the almighty Jesus crowned, Girt with omnipotence and grace! And glory decks the Savior’s face. Descending on His great white throne, He claims the kingdoms for His own; The kingdoms all obey His Word, And hail Him their triumphant Lord. Shout, all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the Most High; Our Lord, who now His right obtains, Forever and forever reigns.

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• [Rev 11:15] Let The Seventh Angel Sound On High

  Let the seventh angel sound on high, Let shouts be heard through all the sky; Kings of the earth, with glad accord, Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. Almighty God, Thy power assume, Who wast, and art, and art to come: Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain, Forever live, forever reign! The angry nations fret and roar, That they can slay the saints no more On wings of vengeance flies our God, To pay the long arrears of blood. Now must the rising dead appear; Now the decisive sentence hear; Now the dear martyrs of the Lord Receive an infinite reward.

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• [Rev 11:15] Look, Ye Saints! The Sight Is Glorious

  Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious: See the Man of Sorrows now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow; Crown Him, crown Him, Crown Him, crown Him, Crowns become the Victor’s brow, Crowns become the Victor’s brow. Crown the Savior! angels, crown Him; Rich the trophies Jesus brings; In the seat of power enthrone Him, While the vault of heaven rings; Crown Him, crown Him, Crown Him, crown Him, Crown the Savior King of kings, Crown the Savior King of kings. Sinners in derision scorned Him, Mocking thus the Savior’s claim; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name; Crown Him, crown Him, Crown Him, crown Him, Spread abroad the Victor’s fame, Spread abroad the Victor’s fame. Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark, those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station; O what joy the sight affords! Crown Him, crown Him, Crown Him, crown Him, King of kings and Lord of lords! King of kings and Lord of lords!

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  source: Cyberhymnal