Page 153 - Voices in Praise
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For toil comes rest, for exile home; I consecrate to thee. 1/2
Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom‟s voice,
The midnight cry, “Behold, I come!” 4/4 Verse 2
HOME Thy ransomed servant, I
310 How beauteous are their feet Restore to thee Thy own;
Verse 1 And, from this moment, live or die
How beauteous are their feet To serve my God alone. 2/2
Who stand on Zion's hill, HOME
Who bring salvation in their tongues, 312 Jesus, thy wandering sheep
And words of peace reveal. 1/6 behold!
Verse 1
Verse 2 Jesus, thy wandering sheep behold!
How cheering is their voice, See, Lord, with tenderest pity see
How sweet the tidings are: The sheep that cannot find the fold,
'Zion, behold your Saviour King! Till sought and gathered in by thee. 1/4
He reigns and triumphs here.' 2/6
Verse 2
Verse 3 Thou, only thou, the kind and good
How blessed are our ears And sheep redeeming Shepherd art:
That hear this joyful sound, Collect thy flock, and give them food,
Which kings and prophets waited for, And pastors after thine own heart. 2/4
And sought, but never found! 3/6
Verse 3
Verse 4 Give the pure word of general grace,
How blessed are our eyes And great shall be the preachers' crowd;
That see this heavenly light, Preachers, who all the sinful race
Prophets and kings desired long, Point to the all atoning blood. 3/4
But died without the sight. 4/6
Verse 4
Verse 5 Thy only glory let them seek;
The watchmen join their voice, O let their hearts with love o'er flow!
And tuneful notes employ; Let them believe, and therefore speak,
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs And spread thy mercy's praise below. 4/4
And deserts learn the joy. 5/6 HOME
313 Lord, speak to me, that I may
Verse 6
The Lord makes bare His arm speak
Through all the earth abroad; Verse 1
Let all the nations now behold Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
Their Saviour and their God. 6/6 In living echoes of Thy tone;
HOME As Thou hast sought, so let me seek,
311 Lord, in the strength of grace Thy erring children lost and lone. 1/4
Verse 1
Lord, in the strength of grace, Verse 2
O lead me, Lord, that I may lead
With a glad heart and free,
Myself, my residue of days, The wandering and the wavering feet;
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