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Yesaya 28:16

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Yesaya 28:16

• [Yes 28:16] Christ Is Made The Sure Foundation

  Christ is made the sure Foundation, Christ the Head and Cornerstone; Chosen of the Lord, and precious, Binding all the Church in one, Holy Zion’s Help forever, And her Confidence alone. All that dedicated city, Dearly loved of God on high, In exultant jubilation, Pours perpetual melody, God the One in Three adoring In glad hymns eternally. To this temple, where we call Thee, Come, O Lord of Hosts, today; With Thy wonted lovingkindness Hear Thy servants as they pray. And Thy fullest benediction Shed within its walls alway. Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants What they ask of Thee to gain; What they gain from Thee forever With the blessèd to retain, And hereafter in Thy glory Evermore with Thee to reign. Laud and honor to the Father, Laud and honor to the Son, Laud and honor to the Spirit, Ever Three and ever One; Consubstantial, co-eternal, While unending ages run.

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• [Yes 28:16] Christ, Of All My Hopes The Ground

  Christ, of all my hopes the Ground; Christ, the Spring of all my joy; Still in Thee may I be found, Still for Thee my powers employ, Still for Thee my powers employ. Let Thy love my heart inflame; Keep Thy fear before my sight; Be Thy praise my highest aim; Be Thy smile my chief delight, Be Thy smile my chief delight. When affliction clouds my sky, And the wintry tempests blow, Let Thy mercy beaming eye Sweetly cheer the night of woe. Sweetly cheer the night of woe. When new triumphs of Thy Name Swell the raptured songs above, May I feel a kindred flame, Full of zeal, and full of love! Full of zeal, and full of love! Life’s best joy, to see Thy praise Fly on wings of Gospel light, Leading on millennial days, Scattering all the shades of night! Scattering all the shades of night! Fountain of overflowing grace, Freely from Thy fullness give; Till I close my earthly race, May I prove it “Christ to live!” May I prove it “Christ to live!” When, with wasting sickness worn, Sinking to the grave I lie, Or, by sudden anguish torn, Startled nature dreads to die, Startled nature dreads to die. Jesus, my redeeming Lord, Be Thou then in mercy near! Let Thy smile of love afford Full relief from all my fear, Full relief from all my fear. Firmly trusting in Thy blood, Nothing shall my heart confound; Safely I shall pass the flood, Safely reach Emmanuel’s ground, Safely reach Emmanuel’s ground. When I touch the blessèd shore, Back the closing waves shall roll; Death’s dark stream shall never more Part from Thee my ravished soul, Part from Thee my ravished soul. Thus, O thus, an entrance give To the land of cloudless sky; Having known it “Christ to live,” Let me know it “gain to die,” Let me know it “gain to die.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yes 28:16] Great God, A Blessing From Your Throne

  Great God, a blessing from Your throne Grant us who lay this cornerstone, To build a church in which Your Word Is purely taught and gladly heard. The work is Yours and not our own; Oh, come, and make Your presence known; Our prayers accept, our off’ring bless, Our labors crown with due success. We are the people of Your choice, And while we in this grace rejoice, Our prayer is this, our constant care, That others too our bliss may share. Lord, here erect a blessèd home Where Christ will ever bid us come, From Him receiving grace for grace Till we behold You face to face.

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• [Yes 28:16] My Savior Is Precious To Me

  My heart was oppressed with the load of my sin, And it bent with the weight of its woe; At a touch of His hand all the burden fell off, Do you wonder my loving Him so? Refrain My Savior is precious to me, My Savior is precious to me, And the more He is known by His loved and His own, More precious He’s certain to be. Then He filled me with peace that the world knoweth not, That is with me wherever I go; ’Tis the very same calm that is filling His heart, Do you wonder my loving Him so? Refrain Then He shelters, and blesses, and watches o’er me, Be my pathway the high or the low; I am safe, for His arm is protecting His child, Do you wonder my loving Him so? Refrain Oh, will you not love Him who first lovèd you? Just respond, and His sweetness you’ll know; And never again will you want other love, Nor will wonder my loving Him so. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yes 28:16] O Lord Of Hosts, Whose Glory Fills

  O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills The bounds of the eternal hills, And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, To dwell in temples made with hands; Grant that all we, who here today Rejoicing this foundation lay, May be in very deed Thine own. Built on the precious Cornerstone. Endue the creatures with Thy grace, That shall adorn Thy dwelling place; The beauty of the oak and pine, The gold and silver, make them Thine. To Thee they all belong; to Thee The treasures of the earth and sea; And when we bring them to Thy throne, We but present Thee with Thine own. Endue the hearts that guide with skill, Preserve the hands that work from ill, That we, who these foundations lay, May raise the topstone in its day. Both now and ever, Lord, protect The temple of Thine own elect; Be Thou in them, and they in Thee, O ever blessèd Trinity!

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• [Yes 28:16] On This Stone Now Laid With Prayer

  On this stone now laid with prayer, Let Thy church rise, strong and fair; Ever, Lord, Thy Name be known, Where we lay this cornerstone. Let Thy holy Child, who came Man from error to reclaim, And for sinners to atone, With Thee, bless this cornerstone. Let the Spirit from above, That once hovered like a dove O’er the Jordan, hither flown Hover o’er this cornerstone. In the sinner’s troubled breast, In the heart by care oppressed, Let the seeds of truth be sown, Where we’ve laid this cornerstone. Open wide, O God, Thy door, For the outcast and the poor, Who can call no house their own, Where we lay this cornerstone. By wise master builders squared, Here be living stones prepared For the temple near Thy throne, Jesus Christ its Cornerstone.

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Yesaya 43:10

• [Yes 43:10] God’s Trumpet Wakes The Slumbering World

  God’s trumpet wakes the slumbering world; Now each man to his post! The red cross banner is unfurled; Who joins the glorious host? Who joins the glorious host? He who, in fealty to the truth, Not counting all the cost, Doth consecrate his generous youth, He joins the noble host, he joins the noble host. He who, no anger on his tongue, Nor any idle boast, Bears steadfast witness ’gainst the wrong, He joins the sacred host, He joins the sacred host. He who, with calm, undaunted will, Ne’er counts the battle lost, But, though defeated, battles still, He joins the faithful host, he joins the faithful host. He who is ready for the cross, The cause despised loves most, And shuns not pain, nor shame, nor loss, He joins the martyr host, He joins the martyr host. God’s trumpet wakes the slumbering world; Now each man to his post! The red cross banner is unfurled; We join the glorious host, we join the glorious host.

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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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• [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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Yesaya 58:11

• [Yes 58:11] In The Child Garden

  In the garden, in the garden of Jesus our Savior, We are growing, we are growing for Jesus alone. Refrain Like the flow’rs of the morning His garden adorning, We are growing for Jesus, His loved and His own. Little children, little children are the flow’rs in His garden, We must blossom, we must blossom, for Jesus alone. Refrain Jesus loves us, Jesus loves us, the flow’rs of His garden; He will keep us, He will keep us, nor leave us alone. Refrain We must love him, we must love Him, this Jesus our Savior, We must trust Him, we must trust Him, in Jesus alone. Refrain

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• [Yes 58:11] Thy Way, Not Mine, O Lord

  Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be; Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest. I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might; Choose Thou for me, my God, So I shall walk aright. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem; Choose Thou my good and ill. Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose Thou my cares for me My poverty or wealth. The kingdom that I seek Is Thine: so let the way That leads to it be Thine, Else I must surely stray. Not mine, not mine the choice In things or great or small; Be Thou my Guide, my Strength My Wisdom, and my All.

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  source: Cyberhymnal