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Yesaya 55:1

• [Yes 55:1] Ho, Every One That Is Thirsty!

  Ho! every one that is thirsty in spirit, Ho! every one that is weary and sad; Come to the fountain, there’s fullness in Jesus, All that you’re longing for: come and be glad! Refrain “I will pour water on him that is thirsty, I will pour floods upon the dry ground; Open your hearts for the gifts I am bringing; While ye are seeking Me, I will be found.” Child of the world, are you tired of your bondage? Weary of earth joys, so false, so untrue? Thirsting for God and His fullness of blessing? List to the promise, a message for you! Refrain Child of the kingdom, be filled with the Spirit! Nothing but “fullness” thy longing can meet; ’Tis the enduement for life and for service; Thine is the promise, so certain, so sweet. Refrain

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• [Yes 55:1] Ho! Every One That Thirsts, Draw Nigh

  Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh: ’Tis God invites the fallen race: Mercy and free salvation buy; Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. Come to the living waters, come! Sinners, obey your Maker’s call; Return, ye weary wanderers, home, And find My grace is free for all. See from the rock a fountain rise! For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye laboring, burdened, sin-sick souls. Nothing ye in exchange shall give; Leave all you have and are behind; Frankly the gift of God receive; Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

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• [Yes 55:1] Let Every Mortal Ear Attend

  Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the Gospel sounds With an inviting voice. Lo! all ye hungry, starving souls That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind. Eternal Wisdom has prepared A soul reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain To weave a garment of your own That will not hide your sin, Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepared by God, Wrought by the labors of His Son, And dyed in His own blood. Dear God! the treasures of Thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins. The happy gates of Gospel grace Stand open night and day; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yesaya 42:4

• [Yes 42:4] Wake, Isles Of The South!

  Wake, isles of the South! Your redemption is near, No longer repose in the borders of gloom; The strength of His chosen in love shall appear, And light shall arise on the verge of the tomb, And light shall arise on the verge of the tomb. The billows that girt you, the wild waves that roar, The zephyrs that play where the ocean storms cease, Shall bear the rich freight to your desolate shore, Shall waft the glad tidings of pardon and peace, Shall waft the glad tidings of pardon and peace. On the islands that sit in the regions of night, The lands of despair, to oblivion a prey, The morning will open with healing and light, The glad star of Bethlehem brighten today, The glad star of Bethlehem brighten today. The heathen will hasten to welcome the time, The dayspring, the prophet in vision once saw, When the beams of Messiah will ’lumine each clime, And the isles of the ocean will wait for His law, And the isles of the ocean will wait for His law.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yesaya 13:8

• [Yes 13:8] Who Is This So Weak And Helpless

  Who is this so weak and helpless, Child of lowly Hebrew maid, Rudely in a stable sheltered, coldly in a manger laid? ’Tis the Lord of all creation, who this wondrous path hath trod; He is God from everlasting, and to everlasting God. Who is this, a Man of sorrows, walking sadly life’s hard way, Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping, over sin and Satan’s sway? ’Tis our God, our glorious Savior, who above the starry sky Now for us a place prepareth, where no tear can dim the eye. Who is this? Behold Him shedding drops of blood upon the ground! Who is this, despised, rejected, mocked, insulted, beaten, bound? ’Tis our God, who gifts and graces on His church now poureth down; Who shall smite in righteous judgment all His foes beneath His throne. Who is this that hangeth dying while the rude world scoffs and scorns, Numbered with the malefactors, torn with nails, and crowned with thorns? ’Tis the God Who ever liveth, ’mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city, reigning everlastingly.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yesaya 63:5

• [Yes 63:5] I Lift My Banner, Saith The Lord

  “I lift My banner,” saith the Lord, “Where Antichrist has stood; The city of My Gospel foes Shall be a field of blood. “My heart has studied just revenge, And now the day appears; The day of My redeemed is come To wipe away their tears. “Quite weary is My patience grown, And bids My fury go; Swift as the lightning it shall move, And be as fatal too. “I call for helpers, but in vain; Then has My Gospel none? Well, Mine own arm has might enough To crush My foes alone. “Slaughter and My devouring sword Shall walk the streets around, Babel shall reel beneath My stroke, And stagger to the ground.” Thy honors, O victorious King! Thine own right hand shall raise, While we Thy awful vengeance sing, And our Deliv’rer praise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal