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Hymns

Isaiah 30:15-26

• [Isa 30:15] O God Of Love, Grant Us Your Peace

  O God of love, grant us Your peace, Within each restless mind. May all our inner turmoil cease, God show us how to find Your quiet rest, Your still, small voice, Your light upon life’s way, To walk with you our humble choice, God give us grace to pray. O God of life, grant us Your peace, Both where we work and live. Our ties of fellowship increase, God, teach us how to give A helping hand, a listening ear, A message we may share, So day by day and year by year, God give us grace to care! O God of hope, grant us Your peace, Though all the earth choose war. May global tensions now decrease, God, lead us to adore The way of Christ, and like our Lord, Be merciful and just, Surrounded by Your Living Word, God give us grace to trust! O God of all, grant us Your peace, We share one human bond, And so when others seek release, God, help us to respond To heal the sick, to seek the lost, To set the captive free, To serve and never count the cost; May we live peacefully!

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• [Isa 30:15] I Bring My Sins To Thee

  I bring my sins to Thee, The sins I cannot count, That all may cleansèd be In Thy once opened Fount; I bring them, Savior, all to Thee; The burden is too great for me, The burden is too great for me. I bring my grief to Thee, The grief I cannot tell; No words shall needed be, Thou knowest all so well; I bring the sorrow laid on me, O suffering Savior, all to Thee, O suffering Savior, all to Thee. My joys to Thee I bring, The joys Thy love has given, That each may be a wing To lift me nearer Heaven; I bring them, Savior, all to Thee, Who hast procured them all for me, Who hast procured them all for me. My life I bring to Thee, I would not be my own; O Savior, let me be Thine ever, Thine alone; My heart, my life, my all I bring To Thee, my Savior and my King, To Thee, my Savior and my King.

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• [Isa 30:19] How Far From Home?

  How far from home? I asked, as on I bent my steps—the watchman spake: “The long, dark night is almost gone, The morning soon will break. Then weep no more, but speed thy flight, With Hope’s bright star thy guiding ray, Till thou shalt reach the realms of light, In everlasting day.” I asked the warrior on the field; This was his soul inspiring song: “With courage bold, the sword I’ll wield, The battle is not long. Then weep no more, but well endure The conflict, till thy work is done; For this we know, the prize is sure, When victory is won.” I asked again; earth, sea and sun Seemed, with one voice, to make reply: “Time’s wasting sands are nearly run, Eternity is nigh. Then weep no more—with warning tones, Portentous sights are thickening round, The whole creation, waiting, groans, To hear the trumpet sound.” Not far from home! O blessèd thought! The traveler’s lonely heart to cheer; Which oft a healing balm has brought, And dried the mourner’s tear. Then weep no more, since we shall meet Where weary footsteps never roam— Our trials past, our joys complete, Safe in our Father’s home.

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