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Keluaran 19:11

Keluaran 19:16-20

Yesaya 64:1

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Keluaran 19:16-20

• [Kel 19:18] Lord Of Might From Sinai’s Brow, The

  The Lord of might from Sinai’s brow Gave forth His voice of thunder; And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretched in fear and wonder; Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And at His left hand, and His right, The rocks were rent asunder. The Lord of love, on Calvary, A meek and suffering Stranger, Upraised to heaven His languid eye, In nature’s hour of danger; For us, He bore the weight of woe, For us, He gave His blood to flow, And met His Father’s anger. The Lord of love, the Lord of might, The King of all created, Shall back return to claim His right, On clouds of glory seated; With trumpet sound and angel song, And hallelujahs loud and long, O’er death and hell defeated.

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• [Kel 19:18] Not To The Terrors Of The Lord

  Not to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest, fire, and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke; But we are come to Sion’s hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare His will, And spread His love abroad. Behold th’innumerable host Of angels clothed in light! Behold the spirits of the just, Whose faith is turned to sight! Behold the blessed assembly there Whose names are writ in Heav’n! And God, the Judge of all, declares Their vilest sins forgiv’n. The saints on earth and all the dead But one communion make; All join in Christ their living Head, And of His grace partake. In such society as this My weary soul would rest: The man that dwells where Jesus is Must be forever blessed.

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Habakuk 3:3

• [Hab 3:3] Lord, Thy Glory Fills The Heaven

  “Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Heaven is still with glory ringing; Earth takes up the angels’ cry, “Holy, holy, holy” singing, “Lord of Hosts, the Lord Most High.” Ever thus, in God’s high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, While our thought His greatness raises, And our love His gifts excite; With His seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow. “Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Thus Thy glorious Name confessing, We adopt the angels’ cry, “Holy, holy, holy” blessing Thee, the Lord of Hosts Most High!

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• [Hab 3:3] Rod Of The Root Of Jesse

  Rod of the Root of Jesse, Thou, Flower of Mary born, From that thick shady mountain Cam’st glorious forth this morn: Of her, the ever virgin, Incarnate wast Thou made, The immaterial Essence, The God by all obeyed! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today! The Gentiles’ expectation, Whom Jacob’s words foretell, Who Syria’s pride shall vanquish, Samaria’s power shalt quell; Thou from the Root of Judah Like some fair plant dost spring, To turn old Gentile error To Thee, its God and King! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today! In Balaam’s ancient vision The eastern seers were skilled; They marked the constellations, And joy their spirits filled; For Thou, bright Star of Jacob, Arising in Thy might, Didst call these Gentile first-fruits To worship in Thy light. They, in holy reverence bend, Gifts acceptable present. As on a fleece descending The gentle dews distill, As drops the earth that water, The virgin didst Thou fill. Tarshish and Ethiopia, The Isles and Araby, And Media, leagues with Sheba, Fall down and worship Thee. Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today!

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