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Yesaya 6:6-7

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Keluaran 4:11-12

• [Kel 4:11] Awake, My Tongue, Thy Tribute Bring

  Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring To Him Who gave Thee power to sing; Praise Him Who is all praise above, The source of wisdom and of love. How vast His knowledge, how profound! A deep where all our thoughts are drowned; The stars He numbers, and their names He gives to all those heavenly flames. Through each bright world above, behold Ten thousand thousand charms unfold; Earth, air, and mighty seas combine To speak His wisdom all divine. But in redemption, O what grace! Its wonders, O what thought can trace! Here, wisdom shines forever bright; Praise Him, my soul, with sweet delight.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kel 4:12] Jesus, The Truth And Power Divine

  Jesus, the Truth and Power divine, Send forth these messengers of Thine; Their hands confirm, their hearts inspire, And touch their lips with hallowed fire. Be Thou their mouth and wisdom, Lord; Thou, by the hammer of Thy Word, The rocky hearts in pieces break, And bid the sons of thunder speak. To those who would their Lord embrace, Give them to preach the word of grace; Sweetly their yielding bosoms move, And melt them with the fire of love. Let all with thankful hearts confess Thy welcome messengers of peace; Thy power in their report be found, And let Thy feet behind them sound.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kel 4:12] Lord, Speak To Me

  Lord, speak to me that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou has sought, so let me seek Thine erring children lost and lone. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; O feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. O strengthen me, that while I stand Firm on the rock, and strong in Thee, I may stretch out a loving hand To wrestlers with the troubled sea. O teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things Thou dost impart; And wing my words, that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart. O give Thine own sweet rest to me, That I may speak with soothing power A word in season, as from Thee, To weary ones in needful hour. O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord, Until my very heart overflow In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. O use me, Lord, use even me, Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where, Until Thy blessèd face I see, Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yesaya 6:6-7

• [Yes 6:6] Waiting For The Promise

  Come, Holy Ghost, and touch my tongue As with a living flame; I want the sanctifying grace My Savior bids me claim. Refrain Waiting, I am waiting For the promise of the Pentecostal shower; Waiting, I am waiting For the promise of Thy wondrous, mighty power. Come, Holy Ghost, with sacred fire Baptize this heart of mine; Break every earthly idol down, And all its dross refine. Refrain I want a self renouncing will, That owns His sweet control, And through my life I want His love A ceaseless flood to roll. Refrain Come, Holy Ghost, the blood apply As Thou hast ne’er before, That I may shout my Savior’s praise Henceforth and evermore. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yesaya 49:2

• [Yes 49:2] In The Hollow Of His Hand

  In the hollow of His hand He will hide me When doubt and sin draw near, Though no earthly friend may walk beside me, I rest secure from fear. Refrain I know whate’er betide me, His hand will safely guide me, His love will ever hide me In the hollow of His hand. In the hollow of His hand He will hide me When the storm is on the deep, And I know whatever may betide me, His vigil He will keep. Refrain In the hollow of His hand He will hide me When the storms of life sweep by, To the harbor safe He will guide me, Where His blessèd islands lie. Refrain

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Yesaya 50:4

• [Yes 50:4] Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve

  Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown. A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way, And onward urge thy way. ’Tis God’s all animating voice That calls thee from on high; ’Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye, To thine aspiring eye. Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yes 50:4] Come, My Soul, Thou Must Be Waking

  Come, my soul, thou must be waking; Now is breaking over the earth another day; Come to Him Who made this splendor; See thou render all thy feeble powers can pay. Thou, too, hail the light returning Ready burning be the incense of thy powers; For the night is safely ended, God hath tended with His care thy helpless hours. Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavor when thine aim is good and true; But that He may ever thwart thee, And convert thee, when thou evil wouldst pursue. Think that He thy ways beholdeth; He unfoldeth every fault that lurks within; He the hidden shame glossed over Can discover, and discern each deed of sin. Mayest thou on life’s last morrow, Free from sorrow, pass away in slumber sweet: And, released from death’s dark sadness, Rise in gladness that far brighter Sun to greet. Only God’s free gifts abuse not, Light refuse not, but His Spirit’s voice obey; Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding Light enfolding all things in unclouded day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal