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Hosea 14:5

Hosea 11:3

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Hosea 1:10

• [Hos 1:10] Numberless As The Sands

  When we gather at last over Jordan, And the ransomed in glory we see, As the numberless sands of the seashore— What a wonderful sight that will be! Refrain Numberless as the sands of the seashore! Numberless as the sands of the shore! Oh, what a sight ’twill be, When the ransomed host we see, As numberless as the sands of the seashore! When we see all the saved of the ages, Who from sorrow and trials are free, Meeting there with a heavenly greeting— What a wonderful sight that will be! Refrain When we stand by the beautiful river, ’Neath the shade of the life giving tree, Gazing over the fair land of promise— What a wonderful sight that will be! Refrain When at last we behold our Redeemer, And His glory transcendent we see, While as King of all kingdoms He reigneth— What a wonderful sight that will be! Refrain

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Hosea 4:1

• [Hos 4:1] Our Guilt Do We Confess Today

  Our guilt do we confess today, Your law did we reject; So little truth and mercy here— Your Word sees no respect. We swear, we lie, we kill and steal, See harlotry increase; We break restraint, and blood on blood, Ignore the law of peace. Our land, it mourns, we waste away, For wisdom seek we not; Destruction will our portion be, If God we have forgot. To crystals, stone, and gold we pray, Those worthless things we preach; Those sightless eyes, unhearing ears, In vain do we beseech. We well deserve the charge You bring, Upon us lays the blame; Contentious, proud, we stumble on, Our glory turns to shame. Show us that only in Your Word Do truth and mercy live; Send priests and prophets to instruct, And Your pure wisdom give. Have mercy, Lord, reject us not, Draw us to seek Your face; Direct our feet and deeds to You, Restore us by Your grace. Lord, melt these icy hearts of stone, Make us Your counsel seek, And sacrifice to You alone, With humble hearts and meek.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Hosea 6:2

• [Hos 6:2] Kindly Spring Again Is Here

  Kindly spring again is here, Trees and fields in bloom appear; Hark! the birds with artless lays Warble their Creator’s praise. Where in winter all was snow, Now the flowers in clusters grow; And the corn, in green array, Promises a harvest-day. Lord, afford a spring to me, Let me feel like what I see; Speak, and by Thy gracious voice, Make my drooping soul rejoice. On Thy garden deign to smile, Raise the plants, enrich the soil; Soon Thy presence will restore Life to what seemed dead before.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Hosea 13:14

• [Hos 13:14] Father Of Heaven

  Father of Heaven, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy pardoning love extend. Almighty Son, Incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy saving grace extend. Eternal Spirit, by Whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy quickening power extend. Jehovah—Father, Spirit, Son— Mysterious Godhead, Three in One, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life to us extend.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Hos 13:14] There’s A Hill Lone And Grey

  There’s a hill lone and grey, in a land far away, In a country beyond the blue sea, Where beneath that fair sky went a Man forth to die For the world and for you and for me. Refrain Oh, it bows down my heart And the teardrops will start, When in mem’ry that grey hill I see. For ’twas there on its side, Jesus suffered and died To redeem a poor sinner like me. Behold! faint on the road, ’neath a world’s heavy load, Comes a thorn crownèd Man on the way, With a cross He is bowed, but still on through the crowd He’s ascending that hill lone and grey. Refrain Hark! I hear the dull blow of the hammer swung low; They are nailing my Lord to the tree, And the cross they upraised while the multitude gaze On the blest Lamb of dark Calvary. Refrain How they mock Him in death, to His last lab’ring breath, While His friends sadly weep o’er the way; But though lonely and faint, still no word of complaint Fell from Him on the hill lone and grey. Refrain Then the darkness came down and the rocks rent around, And a cry pierced the grief laden air; ’Twas the voice of our King Who received death’s dark sting, All to save us from endless despair. Refrain Let the sun hide its face, let the earth reel apace, Over men who their Savior have slain; But behold from the sod, comes the blest Lamb of God, Who was slain and is risen again. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Hosea 9:13

• [Hos 9:13] God Made Me For Himself

  God made me for Himself, to serve Him here With love’s pure service and in filial fear; To show His praise, for Him to labor now; Then see His glory where the angels bow. All needful grace was mine, through His dear Son, Whose life and death my full salvation won; The grace that would have strengthened me, and taught; Grace that would crown me when my work was wrought. And I, poor sinner, cast it all away; Lived for the toil or pleasure of each day; As if no Christ had shed His precious blood, As if I owed no homage to my God. O Holy Spirit, with Thy fire divine, Melt into tears this thankless heart of mine; Teach me to love what once I seemed to hate, And live to God, before it be too late.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Hosea 14:9

• [Hos 14:9] Oh, It Is Hard To Work For God

  Oh, it is hard to work for God, To rise and take His part Upon this battlefield of earth, And not sometimes lose heart! He hides Himself so wondrously, As though there were no God; He is least seen when all the pow’rs Of ill are most abroad. Ah, God is other than we think, His ways are far above, Far beyond reason’s height, and reached Only by childlike love. Workman of God! O lose not heart, But learn what God is like, And in the darkest battlefield Thou shalt know where to strike. Then learn to scorn the praise of men, And learn to lose with God; For Jesus won the world through shame, And beckons thee His road. For right is right, as God is God, And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter were to sin.

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  source: Cyberhymnal