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Ibrani 1:14

• [Ibr 1:14] Lord God, We All To Thee Give Praise

  Lord God, we all to Thee give praise, Thanksgivings meet to Thee we raise, That angel hosts Thou didst create Around Thy glorious throne to wait. They shine with light and heav’nly grace And constantly behold Thy face; They heed Thy voice, they know it well, In godly wisdom they excel. They never rest nor sleep as we; Their whole delight is but to be With Thee, Lord Jesus, and to keep Thy little flock, Thy lambs and sheep. The ancient Dragon is their foe; His envy and his wrath they know. It always is his aim and pride Thy Christian people to divide. As he of old deceived the world And into sin and death was hurled, So now he subtly lies in wait To ruin school and Church and state. A roaring lion round he goes, No halt nor rest he ever knows; He seeks the Christians to devour And slay them by his dreadful power. But watchful is the angel band That follows Christ on every hand To guard His people where they go And break the counsel of the Foe. For this, now and in days to be, Our praise shall rise, O Lord, to Thee, Whom all the angel hosts adore With grateful songs forevermore.

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• [Ibr 1:14] They Come, God’s Messengers Of Love

  They come, God’s messengers of love, They come from realms of peace above, From homes of never fading light, From blissful mansions ever bright. They come to watch around us here, To soothe our sorrow, calm our fear: Ye heavenly guides, speed not away, God willeth you with us to stay. But chiefly at its journey’s end ’Tis yours the spirit to befriend, And whisper to the faithful heart, “O Christian soul, in peace depart.” Blest Jesu, Thou Whose groans and tears Have sanctified frail nature’s fears, To earth in bitter sorrow weighed, Thou didst not scorn Thine angel’s aid; An angel guard to us supply, When on the bed of death we lie; And by Thine own Almighty power O shield us in the last dread hour. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, From all above and all below, Let joyful praise unceasing flow.

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  source: Cyberhymnal