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Habakuk 3:1-19

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Nahum 1:1-15

• [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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• [Nah 1:7] God Knows

  O restless heart, why murmur? The sun is shining still, Though clouds may seem very near you, God knows, it is His will. Though clouds may seem very near you, God knows, it is His will. He knows the weary heartache, The longing and unrest, “Come unto Me,” He whispers, “And lean upon My breast.” “Come unto Me,” He whispers, “And lean upon My breast.” What most you wish and long for, Might only bring you pain; You cannot see the future God’s purpose to explain. You cannot see the future God’s purpose to explain. So trust, faint heart, thy Master, He doeth all things well, His love to you is boundless, And more than tongue can tell. His love to you is boundless, And more than tongue can tell.

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• [Nah 1:7] Thou Hidden Source Of Calm Repose

  Thou hidden source of calm repose, Thou all sufficient love divine, My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am if Thou art mine; And lo! from sin and grief and shame I hide me, Jesus, in Thy Name. Thy mighty Name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above; Comfort it brings, and power and peace, And joy and everlasting love; To me with Thy dear Name are given Pardon and holiness and Heaven. Jesus, my all in all Thou art, My rest in toil, my ease in pain, The healing of my broken heart, In war my peace, in loss my gain, My smile beneath the tyrant’s frown, In shame my glory and my crown. In want my plentiful supply, In weakness my almighty power, In bonds my perfect liberty, My light in Satan’s darkest hour, In grief my joy unspeakable, My life in death, my Heaven in hell.

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Habakuk 3:1-19

• [Hab 3:2] O Lord, Thy Work Revive

  O Lord, Thy work revive, In Zion’s gloomy hour, And make her dying graces live By Thy restoring power. O let Thy chosen few Awake to earnest prayer; Their covenant again renew, And walk in filial fear. Thy Spirit then will speak Through lips of humble clay, Till hearts of adamant shall break, Till rebels shall obey. Now lend Thy gracious ear; Now listen to our cry; O come and bring salvation near; Our souls on Thee rely.

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• [Hab 3:2] Revive Thy Work, O Lord

  Revive Thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak with the voice that wakes the dead, And make Thy people hear. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smold’ring embers now By Thine almighty breath. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Create soul-thirst for Thee; And hungering for the Bread of Life O may our spirits be. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Exalt Thy precious Name; And, by the Holy Ghost, our love For Thee and Thine inflame. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Give Pentecostal showers; The glory shall be all Thine own, The blessing, Lord, be ours.

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• [Hab 3:3] Lord, Thy Glory Fills The Heaven

  “Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Heaven is still with glory ringing; Earth takes up the angels’ cry, “Holy, holy, holy” singing, “Lord of Hosts, the Lord Most High.” Ever thus, in God’s high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, While our thought His greatness raises, And our love His gifts excite; With His seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow. “Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Thus Thy glorious Name confessing, We adopt the angels’ cry, “Holy, holy, holy” blessing Thee, the Lord of Hosts Most High!

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• [Hab 3:3] Rod Of The Root Of Jesse

  Rod of the Root of Jesse, Thou, Flower of Mary born, From that thick shady mountain Cam’st glorious forth this morn: Of her, the ever virgin, Incarnate wast Thou made, The immaterial Essence, The God by all obeyed! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today! The Gentiles’ expectation, Whom Jacob’s words foretell, Who Syria’s pride shall vanquish, Samaria’s power shalt quell; Thou from the Root of Judah Like some fair plant dost spring, To turn old Gentile error To Thee, its God and King! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today! In Balaam’s ancient vision The eastern seers were skilled; They marked the constellations, And joy their spirits filled; For Thou, bright Star of Jacob, Arising in Thy might, Didst call these Gentile first-fruits To worship in Thy light. They, in holy reverence bend, Gifts acceptable present. As on a fleece descending The gentle dews distill, As drops the earth that water, The virgin didst Thou fill. Tarshish and Ethiopia, The Isles and Araby, And Media, leagues with Sheba, Fall down and worship Thee. Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today!

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• [Hab 3:4] Sunshine In The Soul

  There is sunshine in my soul today, More glorious and bright Than glows in any earthly sky, For Jesus is my Light. Refrain O there’s sunshine, blessèd sunshine, When the peaceful, happy moments roll; When Jesus shows His smiling face, There is sunshine in the soul. There is music in my soul today, A carol to my King, And Jesus, listening, can hear The songs I cannot sing. Refrain There is springtime in my soul today, For, when the Lord is near, The dove of peace sings in my heart, The flowers of grace appear. Refrain There is gladness in my soul today, And hope and praise and love, For blessings which He gives me now, For joys “laid up” above. Refrain

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• [Hab 3:17] Though The Fig Tree Shall Not Blossom

  Though the fig tree shall not blossom, Neither fruit be in the vine: Though in vain the olive labors, And the fruitful fields decline: Refrain I will rejoice in the Lord, my Redeemer, Joyful I’ll trust Him, for He will provide, Giving me all that I need for my journey; I will not fear, for He walks by my side. Though no flocks are in the sheepfold, Neither cattle in the stalls: Though the earth is filled with famine, And no rain from Heaven falls: Refrain Though my path lies through the valley Of the shadows, He is near, For His rod and staff they comfort, And no evil I shall fear. Refrain Though my friends should not receive Him, Or through sin should prove untrue: Though the wicked should entice me, And should persecute me, too: Refrain

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• [Hab 3:17] What Our Father Does Is Well

  What our Father does is well; Blessèd truth His children tell! Though He send, for plenty, want, Though the harvest-store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above. What our Father does is well; Shall the willful heart rebel? If a blessing He withhold In the field, or in the fold, Is it not Himself to be All our store eternally? What our Father does is well; Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise For the strength His Word supplies; He has called us sons of God, Can we murmur at His rod? What our Father does is well; May the thought within us dwell; Though nor milk nor honey flow In our barren Canaan now, God can save us in our need, God can bless us, God can feed. Therefore unto Him we raise Hymns of glory, songs of praise; To the Father, and the Son, And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, might, and glory be Now, and through eternity.

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