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1 Samuel 3:10

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1 Samuel 3:10

• [1Sam 3:10] Hushed Was The Evening Hymn

  Hushed was the evening hymn, The temple courts were dark; The lamp was burning dim Before the sacred ark; When suddenly a voice divine Rang through the silence of the shrine. The old man, meek and mild, The priest of Israel, slept; His watch the temple child, The little Levite, kept; And what from Eli’s sense was sealed The Lord to Hannah’s son revealed. O give me Samuel’s ear, The open ear, O Lord, Alive and quick to hear Each whisper of Thy Word, Like him to answer at Thy call, And to obey Thee first of all. O give me Samuel’s heart, A lowly heart, that waits Where in Thy house Thou art, Or watches at Thy gates; By day and night, a heart that still Moves at the breathing of Thy will. O give me Samuel’s mind, A sweet unmurm’ring faith, Obedient and resigned To Thee in life and death, That I may read with child like eyes Truths that are hidden from the wise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sam 3:10] Master, Speak! Thy Servant Heareth

  Master, speak! Thy servant heareth, Waiting for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth; Master! let it now be heard. I am listening, Lord, for Thee: What hast Thou to say to me? Speak to me by name, O Master, Let me know it is to me; Speak, that I may follow faster, With a step more firm and free, Where the Shepherd leads the flock, In the shadow of the rock. Master, speak! Though least and lowest, Let me not unheard depart; Master, speak! For O, Thou knowest All the yearning of my heart, Knowest all its truest need: Speak! and make me blest indeed. Master, speak! and make me ready, When Thy voice is truly heard, With obedience glad and steady Still to follow every word. I am listening, Lord, for Thee: Master, speak! O, speak to me!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sam 3:10] O Master, When Thou Callest

  O Master, when Thou callest, No voice may say Thee nay, For blest are they that follow Where Thou dost lead the way; In freshest prime of morning, Or fullest glow of noon, The note of heavenly warning Can never come too soon. O Master, when Thou callest, No heart may dare refuse; ’Tis honor, highest honor, When Thou dost deign to use; Our brightest and our fairest, Our dearest—all are thine; Thou Who for each one carest, We hail Thy love’s design.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sam 3:10] Quiet Hour, The

  Speak, Lord, in the stillness While I wait on Thee; Hushed my heart to listen, In expectancy. Speak, O blessèd Master, In this quiet hour, Let me see Thy face, Lord, Feel Thy touch of power. For the words Thou speakest, “They are life” indeed; Living Bread from Heaven, Now my spirit feed! All to Thee is yielded, I am not my own; Blissful, glad surrender, I am Thine alone. Fill me with the knowledge Of Thy glorious will; All Thine own good pleasure In my life fulfill. Like “a watered garden” Full of fragrance rare, Ling’ring in Thy presence Let my life appear.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sam 3:10] Speak, O Lord, Thy Servant Heareth

  Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth, To Thy Word I now give heed; Life and spirit Thy Word beareth, All Thy Word is true indeed. Death’s dread pow’r in me is rife; Jesus, may Thy Word of Life Fill my soul with love’s strong fervor That I cling to Thee forever. Oh, what blessing to be near Thee And to hearken to Thy voice; May I ever love and fear Thee That Thy Word may be my choice! Oft were hardened sinners, Lord, Struck with terror by Thy Word; But to him who for sin grieveth Comfort sweet and hope it giveth. Lord, Thy words are waters living Where I quench my thirsty need; Lord, Thy words are bread life-giving, On Thy words my soul doth feed. Lord, Thy words shall be my light Through death’s vale and dreary night; Yea, they are my sword prevailing And my cup of joy unfailing. Precious Jesus, I beseech Thee, May Thy words take root in me; May this gift from Heav’n enrich me So that I bear fruit for Thee! Take them never from my heart Till I see Thee as Thou art, When in heav’nly bliss and glory I shall greet Thee and adore Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sam 3:10] Speak To My Soul

  Speak to my soul, dear Jesus, Speak now in tend’rest tone; Whisper in loving kindness, “Thou art not left alone.” Open my heart to hear Thee, Quickly to hear Thy voice, Fill Thou my soul with praises, Let me in Thee rejoice. Refrain Speak Thou in softest whispers Whispers of love to me, “Thou shalt be always conq’ror, Thou shalt be always free.” Speak Thou to me each day, Lord, Always in tend’rest tone, Let me now hear Thy whisper, “Thou art not left alone.” Speak to Thy children ever, Lead in the holy way; Fill them with joy and gladness, Teach them to watch and pray. May they in consecration Yield their whole lives to Thee, Hasten Thy coming kingdom, Till our dear Lord we see. Refrain Speak now as in the old time Thou didst reveal Thy will; Let me know all my duty, Let me Thy law fulfill. Lead me to glorify Thee, Help me to show Thy praise, Gladly to do Thy bidding, Honor Thee all my days. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sam 3:10] Talk With Us, Lord

  Talk with us, Lord, Thyself reveal, While here o’er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of Thy love. With Thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If Thou, my God, art here. Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own Thy sway, And echo to Thy voice. Thou callest me to seek Thy face, ’Tis all I wish to seek; To attend the whispers of Thy grace, And hear Thee inly speak. Let this my every hour employ, Till I Thy glory see; Enter into my Master’s joy, And find my heaven in Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Kisah Para Rasul 9:4

• [Kis 9:4] Shepherd Now Was Smitten, The

  The Shepherd now was smitten; The wolf was ravening near; The scattered flock he threatened, But knew not Whose they were. In zealous fury seeking To bind and crucify, A sudden voice withheld him, A loud and startling cry: “Saul! Saul! why blindly daring To persecute thy Lord? ’Tis Jesus Whom thou hatest, Rebel not at My Word.” Then forth in prayer he stretcheth Those hands prepared to slay; “What wouldst Thou with Thy servant? My Lord and Master, say.” Christ’s foe becomes His soldier, The wolf destroys no more, A gentle lamb he enters The sheepfold by the door. O voice of God Almighty, What wonders hath it wrought! It rends the lofty cedars, It bends the haughty thought. Jesu, our Shepherd, cease not Thy flock from harm to free, And, when Thy sheep are wandering, O lead them back to Thee. To Father, Son, and Spirit, All glory, praise and might, Who called us out of darkness To His own glorious light.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Kisah Para Rasul 26:14

• [Kis 26:14] I Hear A Voice That Comes From Far

  I hear a voice that comes from far; From Calvary it sounds abroad; It soothes my soul, and calms my fear; It speaks of pardon bought with blood. And is it true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die, Than turn an ear to mercy’s voice! Alas for those! The day is near, When mercy will be heard no more; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not hear before. With such, I own, I once appeared, But now I know how great their loss; For sweeter sounds were never heard Than mercy utters from the cross. But let me not forget to own, That if I differ aught from those, ’Tis due to sovereign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes.

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  source: Cyberhymnal