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Jeremiah 13:16

• [Jer 13:16] All Glory Be To God On High

  All glory be to God on high, Who hath our race befriended! To us no harm shall now come nigh, The strife at last is ended; God showeth His goodwill to men, And peace shall reign on earth again; O thank Him for His goodness! We praise, we worship Thee, we trust And give Thee thanks forever, O father, that Thy rule is just And wise, and changes never; Thy boundless grace o’er all things reigns, Thou dost whate’er Thy will ordains; ’Tis well Thou art our Ruler! O Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, Begotten of the Father, O Thou Who hast our peace restored, And the lost sheep dost gather, Thou Lamb of God, enthroned on high Behold our need and hear our cry; Have mercy on us, Jesus! O Holy Spirit, precious Gift, Thou Comforter unfailing, Do Thou our troubled souls uplift, Against the foe prevailing; Avert our woes and calm our dread: For us the Savior’s blood was shed; Do Thou in faith sustain us!

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• [Jer 13:16] All Glory Be To Thee, Most High

  All glory be to Thee, Most High, To Thee all adoration; In grace and truth Thou drawest nigh To offer us salvation; Thou showest Thy good will to men, And peace shall reign on earth again; We praise Thy Name forever. We praise, we worship Thee, we trust And give Thee thanks forever, O Father, for Thy rule is just And wise, and changes never; Thy hand almighty o’er us reigns, Thou doest what Thy will ordains; ’Tis well for us Thou rulest. O Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, Son of the Heavn’ly Father, O Thou Who hast our peace restored, The straying sheep dost gather, Thou Lamb of God, to Thee on high Out of depths we sinners cry: Have mercy on us, Jesus! O Holy Spirit, precious gift, Thou Comforter unfailing, From Satan’s snares our souls uplift, And let Thy power, availing, Avert our woes and calm our dread. For us the Savior’s blood was shed; We trust in Thee to save us.

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• [Jer 13:16] Glory Be To God On High (wesley)

  Glory be to God on high, God Whose glory fills the skies; Peace on earth to man forgiv’n, Man, the well beloved of Heav’n. Sovereign Father, heavenly King, Thee we now presume to sing; Glad, Thine attributes confess, Glorious all, and numberless. Hail, by all Thy works adored! Hail, the everlasting Lord! Thee with thankful hearts we prove God of power, and God of love. Christ our Lord and God we own, Christ, the Father’s only Son, Lamb of God for sinners slain, Savior of offending man. Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world’s atonement, Thou! Jesus, in Thy Name we pray, Take, O take our sins away! Powerful Advocate with God, Justify us by Thy blood; Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world’s atonement, Thou! Hear, for Thou, O Christ, alone Art with God the Father One, One the Holy Ghost with Thee, One supreme, eternal Three.

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Joel 2:1-3

• [Joe 2:1] Sound The Alarm!

  Sound the alarm! Let the watchman cry! “Up! for the day of the Lord is nigh; Who will escape from the wrath to come? Who have a place in the soul’s bright home?” Refrain Sound the alarm, watchman! Sound the alarm! For the Lord will come with a conqu’ring arm; And the hosts of sin, as their ranks advance, Shall wither and fall at His glance. Sound the alarm! Let the cry go forth, Swift as the wind, o’er the realms of earth; “Flee to the Rock where the soul may hide! Flee to the Rock! in its cleft abide!” Refrain Sound the alarm on the mountain’s brow! Plead with the lost by the wayside now: Warn them to come and the truth embrace; Urge them to come and be saved by grace. Refrain Sound the alarm in the youthful ear; Sound it aloud that the old may hear; Blow ye the trump while the day-beams last! Blow ye the trump till the light is past! Refrain

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Zephaniah 1:15

• [Zep 1:15] Day Of Wrath, O Day Of Mourning

  Day of wrath, O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophet’s warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning. Oh, what fear man’s bosom rendeth When from Heav’n the Judge descendeth On Whose sentence all dependeth! Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth, Through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth, All before the throne it bringeth. Death is struck and nature quaking; All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. Lo, the book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded; Thence shall judgment be awarded. When the Judge His seat attaineth And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding When the just are mercy needing? King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us. Think, good Jesus, my salvation Caused Thy wondrous incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me; Shall such grace be vainly brought me? Righteous Judge, for sin’s pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution Ere that day of retribution! Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning: Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! From that sinful woman shriven, From the dying thief forgiven, Thou to me a hope hast given. Worthless are my prayers and sighing; Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying. With Thy favored sheep, oh, place me! Nor among the goats abase me, But to Thy right hand upraise me. While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with Thy saints surrounded. Low I kneel with heart submission, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition! Day of sorrow, day of weeping, When, in dust no longer sleeping, Man awakes in Thy dread keeping! To the rest Thou didst prepare me On Thy cross; O Christ, upbear me! Spare, O God, in mercy spare me!

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• [Zep 1:15] Day Of Wrath, O Dreadful Day!

  Day of wrath, O dreadful day! When this world shall pass away, And the heavens together roll, Shriveling like a parchèd scroll, Long foretold by saint and sage, David’s harp and sibyl’s page. Day of terror, day of doom, When at last the Judge shall come! Through the deep and silent gloom, Shrouding every human tomb, Shall the archangel’s trumpet tone Summon all before the throne. O just Judge, to whom belongs, Vengeance for all earthly wrongs, Grant forgiveness, Lord, at last, Ere the dread account be past; Lo, my sighs, my guilt, my shame! Spare me for Thine own great Name. Thou, who bad’st the sinner cease From her tears and go in peace, Thou, who to the dying thief Spakest pardon and relief, Thou, O Lord, to me hast given, E’en to me, the hope of Heaven.

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Acts 2:19-21

• [Act 2:20] We Wait For A Great And Glorious Day

  We wait for a great and glorious day, As many as love the Lord, When shadows shall flee, and clouds pass away, And weeping no more be heard. Refrain O wonderful day, that soon may be here! O beautiful hope, the pilgrim to cheer! Thy coming we hail in tuneful accord, Thou glorious day of Christ, our Lord. In glory and pow’r our King shall appear, And call to Himself His own; No distance, nor death shall part them as here, Nor sin, with its pains, be known. Refrain For crosses we’ve born then crowns will be giv’n, For tempests, eternal calm; For pathway of thorns, rich mansions in Heav’n, For warfare, the victor’s palm. Refrain We know not the day, we know not the hour, When sounds the last trump so clear; But loud rings a cry from truth’s lofty tower, “The day of the Lord is near.” Refrain

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