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Yesaya 40:9

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Yesaya 40:9

• [Yes 40:9] Jerusalem, Lift Up Thy Voice

  Jerusalem, lift up thy voice! Daughter of Zion, now rejoice! Thy King is come, whose mighty hand Henceforth shall reign o’er every land. He comes to every tribe and race, A Messenger of truth and grace: With peace He comes from Heaven above On earth to found His realm of love. In God’s eternal covenant, He comes for our salvation sent. The star of hope moves on before, And hosts assemble to adore. Let all the world with one accord Now hail the coming of the Lord: Praise to the Prince of heavenly birth Who bringeth peace to all the earth.

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Mazmur 72:19

• [Mzm 72:19] Heavenly Father, Sovereign Lord

  Heavenly Father, sovereign Lord, Ever faithful to Thy word, Humbly we our seal set to, Testify that Thou art true. Lo! for us the wilds are glad, All in cheerful green arrayed, Opening sweets they all disclose, Bud and blossom as the rose. Hark! the wastes have found a voice, Lonely deserts now rejoice, Gladsome hallelujahs sing, All around with praises ring. Lo! abundantly they bloom, Lebanon is hither come, Carmel’s stores the heavens dispense, Sharon’s fertile excellence. See, these barren souls of ours Bloom, and put forth fruits and flowers, Flowers of Eden, fruits of grace, Peace, and joy, and righteousness. We behold (the abjects we!) Christ, the incarnate Deity, Christ, in whom Thy glories shine, Excellence of strength divine. Ye that tremble at his frown, He shall lift your hands cast down; Christ, who all your weakness sees, He shall prop your feeble knees. Ye of fearful hearts, be strong; Jesus will not tarry long; Fear not lest his truth should fail, Jesus is unchangeable. God, your God, shall surely come, Quell your foes, and seal their doom, He shall come and save you too; We, O Lord, have found thee true! Blind we were, but now we see, Deal; we hearken now to thee, Dumb, for thee our tongues employ, Lame, and, lo! we leap for joy. Faint we were, and parched with drought, Water at Thy word gushed out, Streams of grace our thirst repress, Starting from the wilderness; Still we gasp Thy grace to know, Here for ever let it flow, Make the thirsty land a pool; Fix the Spirit in our soul. Heavenly Father, sovereign Lord, Be Thy glorious Name adored! Lord, Thy mercies never fail; Hail, celestial Goodness, hail! Though unworthy of Thine ear, Deign our humble songs to hear; Purer praise we hope to bring, When around Thy throne we sing. While on earth ordained to stay, Guide our footsteps in Thy way, Till we come to dwell with Thee, Till we all Thy glory see. When, with angel harps again, We will wake a nobler strain; There, in joyful songs of praise, Our triumphant songs we raise. Grateful notes and numbers bring; While Jehovah’s praise we sing: Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Be Thy glorious name adored. Men on earth, and saints above, Sing the great Redeemer’s love: Lord, Thy mercies never fail! Hail, celestial goodness, hail! Though unworthy, Lord, Thine ear, Our humble hallelujahs hear; Purer praise hope to bring When with saints we stand and sing. Lead us to that blissful state, Where Thou reignest supremely great; Look with pity from Thy throne, And send Thy Holy Spirit down. While on earth ordained to stay Guide our footsteps in Thy way; Till we come to reign with Thee, And all Thy glorious greatness see. Then with angels we’ll again Wake a louder, louder strain; There, in joyful songs of praise, We’ll our grateful voices raise. There no tongue shall silent be: There all shall join sweet harmony; That through heaven’s all spacious round, Thy praise, O God, may ever sound!

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• [Mzm 72:19] Lord Of The Harvest! It Is Right And Meet

  Lord of the harvest! it is right and meet That we should lay our first-fruits at Thy feet With joyful Alleluia. Sweet is the soul’s thanksgiving after prayer; Sweet is the worship that with Heav’n we share, Who sing the Alleluia! Lowly we prayed, and Thou didst hear on high— Didst lift our hearts and change our suppliant cry To festal Alleluia. So sing we now in tune with that great song, That all the age of ages shall prolong, The endless Alleluia. To Thee, O Lord of Harvest, who hast heard, And to Thy white robed reapers giv’n the word, We sing our Alleluia. O Christ, who in the wide world’s ghostly sea Hast bid the net be cast anew, to Thee We sing our Alleluia. To Thee, eternal Spirit, who again Hast moved with life upon the slumbrous main, We sing our Alleluia. Yea, West and East the companies go forth; “We come!” is sounding to the South and North; To God sing Alleluia. The fishermen of Jesus far away Seek in new waters an immortal prey; To Christ the Alleluia. The Holy Dove is brooding o’er the deep, And careless hearts are waking out of sleep; To Him sing Alleluia. Yea, for sweet hope new-born—blest work begun— Sing Alleluia to the Three in One, Adoring Alleluia. Glory to God! the Church in patience cries; Glory to God! the Church at rest replies, With endless Alleluia.

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• [Mzm 72:19] To Our Redeemer’s Glorious Name

  To our Redeemer’s glorious Name Awake the sacred song: O may His love—immortal flame— Tune every heart and tongue. His love, what mortal tongue can reach? What mortal tongue display? Imagination’s utmost stretch In wonder dies away. Let wonder still with love unite, And gratitude and joy; Be Jesus our supreme delight, His praise our best employ. Jesus, who left His throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came on earth to bleed and die— Was ever love like this? Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to Thee, May every heart with rapture say, The Savior died for me. O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love Thy charming Name, And join the sacred song.

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Habakuk 2:14

• [Hab 2:14] God Is Working His Purpose Out

  God is working His purpose out As year succeeds to year; God is working his purpose out, And the time is drawing near; Nearer and nearer draws the time, The time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled With the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. From utmost east to utmost west, Where’er man’s foot hath trod, By the mouth of many messengers Goes forth the voice of God: “Give ear to Me, ye continents, Ye isles, give ear to Me,” That the earth may be filled With the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. What can we do to work God’s work, To prosper and increase The brotherhood of all mankind, The reign of the Prince of Peace? What can we do to hasten the time, The time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled With the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. March we forth in the strength of God, With the banner of Christ unfurled, That the light of the glorious Gospel of truth May shine throughout the world; Fight we the fight with sorrow and sin To set their captives free, That the earth may be filled With the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. All we can do is nothing worth Unless God blesses the deed; Vainly we hope for the harvest-tide Till God gives life to the seed; Yet near and nearer draws the time, The time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled With the glory of God As the waters cover the sea.

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Wahyu 11:15-17

• [Why 11:15] Ascend Thy Throne, Almighty King

  Ascend Thy throne, almighty King, And spread Thy glories all abroad: Let Thine own arm salvation bring, And be Thou known the gracious God. Let millions bow before Thy seat, Let humble mourners seek Thy face; Bring daring rebels to Thy feet, Subdued by Thy victorious grace. O let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord; Let saints and angels praise Thy Name, Be Thou through Heaven and earth adored.

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• [Why 11:15] Christ Is King

  Come, friends, sing, of the faith that’s so dear to me, Revealed thro’ God’s Son, in Galilee; He brought peace on earth and good will to the sons of men, Go tell it to the world, her King reigns again. Refrain I am so happy in Jesus, Captivity’s Captor is He; Angels rejoice when a soul’s saved, Some day we like Him shall be; Sorrow and joy have the same Lord, Valley of shadows shall sing; Death has its life, its door opens in Heaven eternally, Christ is King. Crucified, thus He suffered and bled for me, Death and the grave won sin’s victory; Then the sky grew dark and the temple veil rent in twain, Rocks rent, and angels came, for He lived again. Refrain At His feet, on old Olivet’s hill, they say, Cloud chariots halted, took Christ away; Then the angels came and to wond’ring disciples said, “He’ll come, and earth and sea shall yield up their dead.” Refrain

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• [Why 11:15] Christ, That Ever Reigneth

  Christ, that ever reigneth, Christ, that here remaineth, Christ, within us dwelling, Christ in praise excelling, Him we proclaim, His glorious Name; To our Creator render Homage all due; lowly and true Homage to Him we tender. Heaven’s high host rejoices, lifting up all voices, Jubilant with gladness—yet the earth with sadness Dreading her fate God doth await Who judgment strict revealeth; Merciful power, save in that hour Those whom Thy passion healeth! Raise us, cleansed, to regions where the angel legions Round Thee aye are soaring, with Thy saints adoring; Grant us Thy peace, bid dangers cease, And Thou, Thy mercy sending, Christ, give us rest, where, with the blest, Thy reign is never ending.

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• [Why 11:15] He Comes! He Comes! The Judge Severe!

  He comes! He comes! the Judge severe! The seventh trumpet speaks Him near; His lightnings flash, His thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful soul! From Heav’n angelic voices sound; See the almighty Jesus crowned, Girt with omnipotence and grace! And glory decks the Savior’s face. Descending on His great white throne, He claims the kingdoms for His own; The kingdoms all obey His Word, And hail Him their triumphant Lord. Shout, all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the Most High; Our Lord, who now His right obtains, Forever and forever reigns.

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• [Why 11:15] Let The Seventh Angel Sound On High

  Let the seventh angel sound on high, Let shouts be heard through all the sky; Kings of the earth, with glad accord, Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. Almighty God, Thy power assume, Who wast, and art, and art to come: Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain, Forever live, forever reign! The angry nations fret and roar, That they can slay the saints no more On wings of vengeance flies our God, To pay the long arrears of blood. Now must the rising dead appear; Now the decisive sentence hear; Now the dear martyrs of the Lord Receive an infinite reward.

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• [Why 11:15] Look, Ye Saints! The Sight Is Glorious

  Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious: See the Man of Sorrows now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow; Crown Him, crown Him, Crown Him, crown Him, Crowns become the Victor’s brow, Crowns become the Victor’s brow. Crown the Savior! angels, crown Him; Rich the trophies Jesus brings; In the seat of power enthrone Him, While the vault of heaven rings; Crown Him, crown Him, Crown Him, crown Him, Crown the Savior King of kings, Crown the Savior King of kings. Sinners in derision scorned Him, Mocking thus the Savior’s claim; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name; Crown Him, crown Him, Crown Him, crown Him, Spread abroad the Victor’s fame, Spread abroad the Victor’s fame. Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark, those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station; O what joy the sight affords! Crown Him, crown Him, Crown Him, crown Him, King of kings and Lord of lords! King of kings and Lord of lords!

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• [Why 11:17] Creation’s Lord, We Give Thee Thanks

  Creation’s Lord, we give Thee thanks That this Thy world is incomplete; That battle calls our marshaled ranks; That work awaits our hands and feet. That Thou hast not yet finished man; That we are in the making still, As friends who share the Maker’s plan As sons who know the Father’s will. Beyond the present sin and shame, Wrong’s bitter, cruel, scorching blight, We see the beckoning vision flame, The blessèd kingdom of the right. What though the kingdom long delay, And still with haughty foes must cope? It gives us that for which to pray, A field for toil and faith and hope. Since what we choose is what we are, And what we love we yet shall be, The goal may ever shine afar— The will to win it makes us free.

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  source: Cyberhymnal