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Yoel 2:13

• [Yl 2:13] Once More The Solemn Season Calls

  Once more the solemn season calls A holy fast to keep; And now within the temple walls Let priest and people weep. But vain all outward sign of grief, And vain the form of prayer, Unless the heart implore relief, And penitence be there. We smite the breast, we weep in vain, In vain in ashes mourn, Unless with penitential pain The smitten soul be torn. In sorrow true then let us pray To our offended God, From us to turn His wrath away And stay the uplifted rod. O God, our Judge and Father, deign To spare the bruisèd reed; We pray for time to turn again, For grace to turn indeed. Blest Three in One to Thee we bow; Vouchsafe us, in Thy love, To gather from these fasts below Immortal fruit above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Nahum 1:3

• [Nah 1:3] Adore And Tremble, For Our God

  Adore and tremble, for our God Is a consuming fire! His jealous eyes His wrath inflame, And raise His vengeance higher. Almighty vengeance, how it burns! How bright His fury glows! Vast magazines of plagues and storms Lie treasured for his foes. Those heaps of wrath, by slow degrees, Are forced into a flame; But kindled, oh! how fierce they blaze! And rend all nature’s frame. At His approach the mountains flee, And seek a watery grave: The frighted sea makes haste away, And shrinks up every wave. Through the wide air the mighty rocks Are swift as hailstones hurled; Who dares engage His fiery rage That shakes the solid world? Yet, mighty God, Thy sovereign grace Sits regent on the throne; The refuge of Thy chosen race When wrath comes rushing down. Thy hand shall on rebellious kings A fiery tempest pour, While we beneath Thy sheltering wings Thy just revenge adore.

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• [Nah 1:3] Great Ruler Of All Nature’s Frame

  Great Ruler of all nature’s frame, We own Thy power divine; We hear Thy breath in every storm, For all the winds are Thine. Wide as they sweep their sounding way, They work Thy sovereign will; And, awed by Thy majestic voice, Confusion shall be still. Thy mercy tempers every blast To those who seek Thy face; And mingles, with the tempest’s roar, The whispers of Thy grace. Those gentle whispers let me hear, Till all the tumult cease, And gales of Paradise shall lull My weary soul to peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal