Romans 8:22-23

• [Rom 8:22] Almighty Father, Who Dost Give

  Almighty Father, who dost give The gift of life to all who live, Look down on all earth’s sin and strife, And lift us to a nobler life. Lift up our hearts, O King of kings, To brighter hopes and kindlier things; To visions of a larger good, And holier dreams of brotherhood. Thy world is weary of its pain; Of selfish greed and fruitless gain; Of tarnished honor, falsely strong, And all its ancient deeds of wrong. Hear Thou the prayer Thy servants pray, Uprising from all lands today, And o’er the vanquished powers of sin, O bring Thy great salvation in.

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• [Rom 8:22] Christ Is Coming!

  Christ is coming! Let creation From her groans and travail cease; Let the glorious proclamation Hope restore and faith increase; Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Come, Thou blessèd Prince of Peace. Earth can now but tell the story Of Thy bitter cross and pain; She shall yet behold Thy glory, When Thou comest back to reign; Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Let each heart repeat the strain. Though once cradled in a manger, Oft no pillow but the sod; Here an alien and a stranger, Mocked of men, disowned of God. Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Come, Thou blessèd Prince of Peace! Long Thine exiles have been pining, Far from rest, and home, and Thee; But, in heav’nly vestures shining, They their loving Lord shall see; Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Haste the joyous jubilee. With that blessèd hope before us, Let no harp remain unstrung; Let the mighty advent chorus Onward roll from tongue to tongue: “Christ is coming! Christ is coming! Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come!”

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• [Rom 8:22] Come, Lord, And Tarry Not

  Come, Lord, and tarry not; Bring the long looked for day; O why these years of waiting here, These ages of decay? Come, for Thy saints still wait; Daily ascends their sigh; The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come”; Does Thou not hear the cry? Come, for creation groans, Impatient of Thy stay, Worn out with these long years of ill, These ages of delay. Come, for love waxes cold, Its steps are faint and slow; Faith now is lost in unbelief, Hope’s lamp burns dim and low. Come in Thy glorious might, Come with the iron rod, Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, Most mighty Son of God! Come, and make all things new, Build up this ruined earth; Restore our faded Paradise, Creation’s second birth. Come, and begin Thy reign Of everlasting peace; Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, Great King of Righteousness.

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• [Rom 8:22] Father, When Shall All The Weary Earth

  Father, when shall all the weary earth Cease from sighing and ring out its mirth? Triumph in its grand, immortal birth, Into wondrous life with God. Refrain Christ is coming as the King of kings; Shout, ye ransomed, o’er the grace He brings; Hark! the whole earth with the welcome rings, Hallelujah, praise His Name! Savior, when shall my poor sinful soul On Thee all its sins and sorrow roll? Know Thy full salvation and be whole? When, my Jesus, wilt Thou come? Refrain Enter now upon Thy glorious reign! Come and raise to life what sin hath slain! O’er my heart and o’er the world regain Thy dominion! Jesus, come! Refrain

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• [Rom 8:22] Savior! Hasten Thine Appearing

  Savior! hasten Thine appearing; Take Thy waiting people home! ’Tis this hope, our spirits cheering, While we in the desert roam, Makes Thy people Strangers here till Thou shalt come. Lord! how long shall the creation Groan and travail sore in pain; Waiting for its sure salvation, When Thou shalt in glory reign, And like Eden, This sad earth shall bloom again? Reign, oh, reign! almighty Savior! Heaven and earth in one unite; Make it known that in Thy favor There alone is life and light. When we see Thee, We shall have unmixed delight.

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Romans 8:26-27

• [Rom 8:27] O Thou, Who Hast At Thy Command

  O Thou, who hast at Thy command The hearts of all men in Thy hand, Our wayward, erring hearts incline To have no other will but Thine. Our wishes, our desires, control; Mold every purpose of the soul; O’er all may we victorious prove That stands between us and Thy love. Thrice blest will all our blessings be, When we can look through them to Thee; When each glad heart its tribute pays Of love and gratitude and praise. And while we to Thy glory live, May we to Thee all glory give, Until the final summons come, That calls Thy willing servants home.

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