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Yesaya 8:13

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Matius 6:9

• [Mat 6:9] Eternal Power, Whose High Abode

  Eternal Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars resolve their little rounds! The lowest step around Thy seat, Rises too high for Gabriel’s feet; In vain the favored angel tries To reach Thine height with wond’ring eyes. There while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshiping, and spread the ground. Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker, too; From sin and dust to Thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High. Earth from afar has heard Thy fame, And worms have learned to lisp Thy Name; But, O! the glories of Thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. God is in Heaven, and men below; Be short our tunes, our words be few; A solemn reverence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues.

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• [Mat 6:9] Father In Heaven, Hear Us Today

  Father in Heaven, hear us today; Hallowed Thy name be; hear us, we pray! O let Thy kingdom come, O let Thy will be done, By all beneath the sun, as in the skies. Father in Heaven, hear us today; Hallowed Thy name be; hear us, we pray! Giver of daily food, Fountain of truth and good, Be all our hearts imbued with love like Thine. Father in Heaven, hear us today; Hallowed Thy name be; hear us, we pray! Lead us in paths of light, save us from sin and blight, King of all love and might, glorious for aye.

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• [Mat 6:9] Father Of All, To Thee

  Father of all, to Thee With loving hearts we pray, Through Him, in mercy given, The Life, the Truth, the Way; From Heav’n, Thy throne, in mercy shed Thy blessings on each bended head. Father of all, to Thee Our contrite hearts we raise, Unstrung by sin and pain, Long voiceless in Thy praise; Breathe Thou the silent chords along, Until they tremble into song. Father of all, to Thee We breathe unuttered fears, Deep hidden in our souls, That have no voice but tears; Take Thou our hand, and through the wild Lead gently each trustful child. Father of all, may we In praise our tongues employ, When gladness fills the soul With deep and hallowed joy; In storm and calm give us to see The path of peace which leads to Thee.

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• [Mat 6:9] Jesus, Kneel Beside Me

  Jesus, kneel beside me, In the dawn of day; Thine is prayer eternal— Teach me how to pray! Master, work beside me In the shining sun; Gently guide Thy servant Till the work be done. Savior, watch beside me In the closing light; Lo, the evening cometh— Watch with me this night! Birds are winging homeward, Sun and shadow cease; Savior, take my spirit To Thy perfect peace.
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• [Mat 6:9] The Lord’s Prayer

  Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowèd be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil, For Thine is the kingdom And the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.
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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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