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Hymns

Isaiah 1:5-15

• [Isa 1:7] From Foes That Would The Land Devour

  From foes that would the land devour, From guilty pride and lust of power, From wild sedition’s lawless hour, From yoke of slavery, From blinded zeal by faction led, From giddy change by fancy bred, From poisonous error’s serpent head Good Lord, preserve us free! Defend, O God! with guardian hand, The laws and ruler of our land, And grant our Church Thy grace to stand In faith and unity!
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• [Isa 1:10] Rulers Of Sodom! Hear The Voice

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• [Isa 1:15] Savior, Sprinkle Many Nations

  Savior, sprinkle many nations; Fruitful let Thy sorrows be; By Thy pains and consolations Draw the Gentiles unto Thee! Of Thy cross the wondrous story, Be it to the nations told; Let them see Thee in Thy glory And Thy mercy manifold. Far and wide, though all unknowing, Pants for Thee each mortal breast, Human tears for Thee are flowing, Human hearts in Thee would rest. Thirsting as for dews of even, As the new mown grass for rain Thee they seek as God of heaven, Thee as Man for sinners slain. Savior, lo! the isles are waiting Stretched the hand and strained the sight, For Thy Spirit, new creating, Love’s pure flame, and wisdom’s light. Give the word, and of the preacher Speed the foot and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature Glory to the Lamb be sung!

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Zechariah 1:3-6

• [Zec 1:5] How Swift The Torrent Rolls

  How swift the torrent rolls That bears to us to the sea, The tide that hurries thoughtless souls To vast eternity. Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honor gone. But joy or grief succeeds Beyond our mortal thought; While the poor remnant of their dust Lies in the grave forgot. There where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; Nor other heritage possess, But such a gloomy cell. God of our fathers, hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life’s utmost verge, Our souls to Thee commend. Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before Thy face.

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