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Wahyu 3:4

• [Why 3:4] O For A Closer Walk With God

  O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul refreshing view Of Jesus and His Word? What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn And drove Thee from my breast. The dearest idol I have known, Whate’er that idol be Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee. So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Wahyu 7:11

• [Why 7:11] Around The Throne Of God

  Around the throne of God The host angelic throngs; They spread their palms abroad, And shout perpetual songs: Him first they own, Him last and best; God ever blest, and God alone. Their golden crowns they fling Before His throne of light, And strike the rapturous string, Unceasing, day and night: “Earth, Heav’n, and sea, Thy praise declare; For Thine they are, and Thine shall be. “O holy, holy, Lord, Creation’s sovereign King! Thy majesty adored Let all creation sing; Who wast, and art, and art to be; Nor time shall see Thy sway depart. “Great are Thy works of praise, O God of boundless might; All just and true Thy ways, Thou King of saints, in light: Let all above, and all below, Conspire to show Thy power and love. “Who shall not fear Thee, Lord, And magnify Thy Name? Thy judgments, sent abroad, Thy holiness proclaim: Nations shall throng from every shore, And all adore in one loud song.” While thus the powers on high Their swelling chorus raise, Let earth and man reply, And echo back the praise: His glory own, first, last and best; God ever blest, and God alone.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 7:11] Father, Before Thy Throne Of Light

  Father, before Thy throne of light The guardian angels bend, And ever in Thy presence bright Their psalms adoring blend; And casting down each golden crown, Beside the crystal sea, With voice and lyre, in happy quire, Hymn glory, Lord, to Thee. And as the rainbow luster falls Athwart their glowing wings, While seraph unto seraph calls, And each Thy goodness sings; So may we feel, as low we kneel To pray Thee for Thy grace, That Thou art here for all who fear The brightness of Thy face. Here, where the angels see us come To worship day by day, Teach us to seek our heav’nly home, And love Thee e’en as they; Teach us to raise our notes of praise, With them Thy love to own, That childhood’s flower and manhood’s power Be Thine, and Thine alone.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 7:11] Our Day Of Praise Is Done

  Our day of praise is done; The evening shadows fall; But pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightenest all. Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee. Too faint our anthems here; Too soon of praise we tire; But O the strains, how full and clear, Of that eternal choir! Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will If Thou attune the heart, We in Thine angels’ music still May bear our lower part. ’Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our life a daily psalm Of glory to Thy Name. A little while, and then Shall come the glorious end; And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 7:11] Ye Angels Who Stand Round The Throne

  Ye angels who stand round the throne, And view my Immanuel’s face, In rapturous songs make Him known; O tune your soft harps to His praise. He formed you the spirits you are, So happy, so noble, so good; While others sank down in despair, Confirmed by His power, you stood. Ye saints who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at His feet, His grace and His glory display, And all His rich mercy repeat: He snatched you from hell and the grave, He ransomed from death and despair; For you He was mighty to save, Almighty to bring you safe there. O when will the period appear When I shall unite in your song? I’m weary of lingering here, And I to your Savior belong; I’m fettered and chained up in clay, I struggle and pant to be free; I long to be soaring away, My God and my Savior to see. I want to put on my attire, Washed white in the blood of the Lamb; I want to be one with your choir, And tune my sweet harp to His Name. I want—O I want to be there, Where sorrow and sin bid adieu, Your joy and your friendship to share, To wonder and worship with you.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Wahyu 19:7

• [Why 19:7] Bride Of Christ, Whose Glorious Warfare

  Bride of Christ, whose glorious warfare Here on earth hath never rest; Lift thy voice, and tell the triumphs Of the holy and the blest; Joyous be the day we hallow, Feast of all the saints on high, Earth and Heav’n together blending In one solemn harmony. First the blessèd virgin mother, Reunited to her Son, Leads the host of ransomed people, Who unfading crowns have won; John, the herald, Christ’s forerunner, More than prophet, leads his throng, Seer and patriarch responsive Unto psalmist in their song. Lo, the twelve, majestic princes, In the court of Jesus sit, Calmly watching, while the conflict Rages far beneath their feet; Lo, the martyrs, robed in crimson, Sign of life blood freely spent, Finding life, because they lost it, Dwell in undisturbed content. All the saintly host who witnessed Good confessions for His sake— Priest and deacon, world renouncing, Of their Master’s joy partake; Virgins to the Lamb devoted, Following with steadfast love, Bring their lilies and their roses To the marriage feast above. All, their happy lot fulfilling, God omnipotent proclaim; Holy, holy, holy, crying, Glory to His holy Name! So may God in mercy grant us Here to serve in holiness, Till He call us to the portion Which His saints in light possess.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 19:7] Sands Of Time Are Sinking, The

  The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks; The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes: Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love! The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above: There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oh! Well it is forever, Oh! well forevermore, My nest hung in no forest of all this death doomed shore: Yea, let the vain world vanish, as from the ship the strand, While glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. There the Red Rose of Sharon unfolds its heartsome bloom And fills the air of heaven with ravishing perfume: Oh! To behold it blossom, while by its fragrance fanned Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen: It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between: The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand, And glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oft in yon sea beat prison My Lord and I held tryst, For Anwoth was not heaven, and preaching was not Christ: And aye, my murkiest storm cloud was by a rainbow spanned, Caught from the glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love, A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above, “Lord take me over the water” hath been my loud demand, Take me to my love’s own country, unto Immanuel’s land. But flowers need nights cool darkness, the moonlight and the dew; So Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew: And then, for cause of absence my troubled soul I scanned But glory shadeless shineth in Immanuel’s land. The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blessed, Now, beside happier altars I go to build my nest: Over these there broods no silence, no graves around them stand, For glory, deathless, dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Fair Anwoth by the Solway, to me thou still art dear, Even from the verge of heaven, I drop for thee a tear. Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet me at God’s right hand, My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuel’s land. I’ve wrestled on towards Heaven, against storm and wind and tide, Now, like a weary traveler that leaneth on his guide, Amid the shades of evening, while sinks life’s lingering sand, I hail the glory dawning from Immanuel’s land. Deep waters crossed life’s pathway, the hedge of thorns was sharp; Now, these lie all behind me Oh! for a well tuned harp! Oh! To join hallelujah with yon triumphant band, Who sing where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove, And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love; I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth’s bitterest woes, Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden’s rose; The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that’s banned Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel’s land. O I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine! He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.” I stand upon His merit—I know no other stand, Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise, To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes: ’Tween me and resurrection but Paradise doth stand; Then—then for glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace. Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand; The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land. I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame, Earth’s proud ones have reproached me for Christ’s thrice blessed Name: Where God His seal set fairest they’ve stamped the foulest brand, But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuel’s land. They’ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come, My Lord says “Come up hither,” My Lord says “Welcome home!” My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

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  source: Cyberhymnal