Exodus 4:10-13

• [Exo 4:11] Awake, My Tongue, Thy Tribute Bring

  Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring To Him Who gave Thee power to sing; Praise Him Who is all praise above, The source of wisdom and of love. How vast His knowledge, how profound! A deep where all our thoughts are drowned; The stars He numbers, and their names He gives to all those heavenly flames. Through each bright world above, behold Ten thousand thousand charms unfold; Earth, air, and mighty seas combine To speak His wisdom all divine. But in redemption, O what grace! Its wonders, O what thought can trace! Here, wisdom shines forever bright; Praise Him, my soul, with sweet delight.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Exo 4:12] Jesus, The Truth And Power Divine

  Jesus, the Truth and Power divine, Send forth these messengers of Thine; Their hands confirm, their hearts inspire, And touch their lips with hallowed fire. Be Thou their mouth and wisdom, Lord; Thou, by the hammer of Thy Word, The rocky hearts in pieces break, And bid the sons of thunder speak. To those who would their Lord embrace, Give them to preach the word of grace; Sweetly their yielding bosoms move, And melt them with the fire of love. Let all with thankful hearts confess Thy welcome messengers of peace; Thy power in their report be found, And let Thy feet behind them sound.

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• [Exo 4:12] Lord, Speak To Me

  Lord, speak to me that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou has sought, so let me seek Thine erring children lost and lone. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; O feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. O strengthen me, that while I stand Firm on the rock, and strong in Thee, I may stretch out a loving hand To wrestlers with the troubled sea. O teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things Thou dost impart; And wing my words, that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart. O give Thine own sweet rest to me, That I may speak with soothing power A word in season, as from Thee, To weary ones in needful hour. O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord, Until my very heart overflow In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. O use me, Lord, use even me, Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where, Until Thy blessèd face I see, Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.

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  source: Cyberhymnal