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Isaiah 49:7-8

• [Isa 49:7] Redeemer Of Israel

  Redeemer of Israel, our only Delight, On Whom for a blessing we call, Our Shadow by day, and our Pillar by night, Our King, our Deliverer, our All! We know He is coming, to gather His sheep And lead them to Zion in love; For why in the valley of death should they weep Or in the lone wilderness rove? How long we have wandered as strangers in sin, And cried in the desert for Thee! Our foes have rejoiced when our sorrows they’ve seen, But Israel will shortly be free. As children of Zion, good tidings for us. The tokens already appear. Fear not, and be just, for the kingdom is ours. The hour of redemption is near.

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Isaiah 50:4-9

• [Isa 50:4] Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve

  Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown. A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way, And onward urge thy way. ’Tis God’s all animating voice That calls thee from on high; ’Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye, To thine aspiring eye. Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown.

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• [Isa 50:4] Come, My Soul, Thou Must Be Waking

  Come, my soul, thou must be waking; Now is breaking over the earth another day; Come to Him Who made this splendor; See thou render all thy feeble powers can pay. Thou, too, hail the light returning Ready burning be the incense of thy powers; For the night is safely ended, God hath tended with His care thy helpless hours. Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavor when thine aim is good and true; But that He may ever thwart thee, And convert thee, when thou evil wouldst pursue. Think that He thy ways beholdeth; He unfoldeth every fault that lurks within; He the hidden shame glossed over Can discover, and discern each deed of sin. Mayest thou on life’s last morrow, Free from sorrow, pass away in slumber sweet: And, released from death’s dark sadness, Rise in gladness that far brighter Sun to greet. Only God’s free gifts abuse not, Light refuse not, but His Spirit’s voice obey; Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding Light enfolding all things in unclouded day.

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