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Yesaya 52:1

Yoel 3:17

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Yesaya 52:1

• [Yes 52:1] Triumphant Zion! Lift Thy Head

  Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust and darkness, and the dead! Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Savior’s strength, And gird thee with thy Savior’s strength. Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known: Decked in the robes of righteousness, The world thy glories shall confess, The world thy glories shall confess. No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread: No more shall hell’s insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast, Their victory and thy sorrows boast. God from on high has heard thy prayer; His hand thy ruin shall repair: Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace, To guard thee in eternal peace.

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• [Yes 52:1] Awake, Jerusalem, Awake!

  Awake, Jerusalem, awake! No longer in thy sins lie down; The garment of salvation take, Thy beauty and thy strength put on. Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight, And hides the promise from thine eyes; Arise, and struggle into light, The great Deliverer calls: Arise! Shake off the bands of sad despair; Zion, assert thy liberty; Look up, thy broken heart prepare, And God shall set the captive free. Vessels of mercy, sons of grace, Be purged from every sinful stain, Be like your Lord, His Word embrace, Nor bear His hallowed Name in vain.

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Yoel 1:14-15

• [Yl 1:15] Break, Day Of God, Oh Break

  Break, day of God, Oh break, Sweet light of heavenly skies! I all for Thee forsake, And from my dead self rise; O Lamb of God, whose love is light, Shine on my soul, and all is bright. Break, day of God, Oh break! The night has lingered long; Our hearts with sighing wake, We weep for sin and wrong: O Bright and Morning Star, draw near; O Sun of Righteousness, appear. Break, day of God, Oh break! The earth with strife is worn; The hills with thunder shake, Hearts of the people mourn; Break, day of God, sweet day of peace, And bid the shout of warriors cease! Break, day of God, Oh break, Like to the days above! Let purity awake, And faith, and hope, and love: But lo! we see the brightening sky; The golden morn is drawing nigh.

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• [Yl 1:15] Day Of The Lord Is At Hand, The

  The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand; Its storms roll up the sky; The nations sleep starving on heaps of gold; All dreamers toss and sigh; The night is darkest before the morn; When the pain is sorest the child is born, And the day of the Lord is at hand, at hand, The day of the Lord is at hand. Who would sit down and sigh for a lost age of gold, While the Lord of all ages is here? True hearts will leap at the trumpet of God, And those who can suffer can dare. Each old age of gold was an iron age, too, And the meekest of saints may find stern work to do In the day of the Lord at hand, at hand, In the day of the Lord at hand.

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  source: Cyberhymnal