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1 Raja-raja 5:7

• [1Raj 5:7] Hail Thee, Festival Day

  Refrain Hail thee, festival day! Blessed day to be hallowed forever; Day when our Lord was raised, Breaking the kingdom of death. Lo, the fair beauty of the earth, From the death of the winter arising! Every good gift of the year Now with its Master returns. Refrain Rise from the grave now, O Lord, The author of life and creation. Treading the pathway of death, New life You give to us all. Hail thee, festival day! Blessed day to be hallowed forever; Day when our risen Lord Rose in the heavens to reign. He who was nailed to the cross Is Ruler and Lord of all people. All things created on earth Sing to the glory of God. Refrain Daily the loveliness grows, Adorned with glory of blossom; Heaven her gates unbars, Flinging her increase of light. Refrain Refrain Hail thee, festival day! Blessed day to be hallowed forever; Day when the Holy Ghost Shone in the world full of grace. Bright and in the likeness of fire, On those who await your appearing, You Whom the Lord had foretold Suddenly, swiftly descend. Refrain Forth from the Father You come With sevenfold mystical offering, Pouring on all human souls Infinite riches of God. Refrain God the Almighty Lord, The Ruler of earth and the heavens, Guard us from harm without; Cleanse us from evil within. Jesus the health of the world, Enlighten our minds, great Redeemer, Son of the Father supreme, Only begotten of God. Spirit of life and of power, Now flow in us, fount of our being, Light that enlightens us all, Life that in all may abide. Praise to the giver of good! O lover and author of concord, Pour out your balm on our days; Order our ways in your peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Raja-raja 8:23

• [1Raj 8:23] O Thou, Who Gav’st Thy Servant Grace

  O Thou, who gav’st Thy servant grace On Thee the living Rock to rest, To look on Thine unveiled face, And lean on Thy protecting breast. Grant us, O King of mercy, still To feel Thy presence from above, And in Thy word and in Thy will To hear Thy voice and know Thy love. And when the toils of life are done, And nature waits Thy just decree, To find our rest beneath Thy throne, And look in certain hope to Thee. To Thee, O Jesus, Light of Light, Whom as their King the saints adore, Thou strength and refuge in the fight, Be laud and glory evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Raja-raja 19:10-11

• [1Raj 19:11] Beyond, Beyond That Boundless Sea

  Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, Above the dome of sky, Farther than thought itself can flee, Thy dwelling is on high; Yet dear the awful thought to me, That Thou, my God, art nigh. Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind Feels after Thee in vain, Thee in these works of power to find, Or to Thy seat attain; Thy messenger, the stormy wind; Thy path, the trackless main; These speak of Thee with loud acclaim: They thunder forth Thy praise, The glorious honor of Thy Name, The wonders of Thy ways; But Thou art not in tempest-flame, Nor in day’s glorious blaze. We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air: The waves obey Thy dread control; Yet still Thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere? O! not in circling depth or height, But in the conscious breast, Present to faith, though veiled from sight, There doth His Spirit rest. O come, Thou Presence infinite! And make Thy creature blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Raj 19:11] Dear Lord And Father Of Mankind

  Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways; Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives Thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise. In simple trust like theirs who heard, Beside the Syrian sea, The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word, Rise up and follow Thee. O Sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee The silence of eternity, Interpreted by love! With that deep hush subduing all Our words and works that drown The tender whisper of Thy call, As noiseless let Thy blessing fall As fell Thy manna down. Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace. Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and Thy balm; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm.

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  source: Cyberhymnal