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Anthem 48, Hymn 150, 170, 234
Courtesy of Brother Aaron Thomas
Anthem 48
Throughly wash me, Wash me from all mine iniquity, Throughly wash me from all my sins, And blot out all mine iniquity; Cleanse thou my heart from all my sins. Cleanse me from all my sins.
Hymn 150
Who are these like stars appearing, These, before God’s Throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia, hark! they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King. Who are these of dazzling brightness, As the angels now arrayed? Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Robes whose lustre ne’er shall fade, Ne’er be touched by time’s rude hand Whence came all this glorious band? These are they who have contended For their Savior’s honor long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng; These who well the fight sustained, Triumph through the Lamb have gained.
Hymn 170
For Zion’s sake I will not rest, Saith God, nor hold my peace Until Jerusalem be blest, And Judah’s sorrows cease; Until her righteousness return As daybreak after night; The lamp of her salvation burn With everlasting light. The Gentiles shall her glory see, And kings declare her fame; Appointed unto her shall be A new and holy name. Go through, go through, prepare the ways, The gates wide open spread; The standard of the people raise, To glorious triumph led. In every clime, through every land, Proclaim the joyful word: The holy people are at hand, Redeemed of the Lord!
Hymn 234
Lov’d of God in sorrow mourning, Bow’d in sadness, bath’d in tears, Lift thy head; for lo! The morning, Which shall end thy grief, appears; Christ thy Hope, will soon appear, He thy drooping heart will cheer. Dost thou weep, thy foes oppressing, Are thine enemies too strong? Hast thou doubts and fears distressing, That thy Savior waits so long? Soon by Him from all set free, Thou shalt sing of victory. Dost thou now in sorrow languish, That the hearts of men are cold? Is thy heart wrung deep with anguish That thus ’tis even in the fold? Loved of God, thy grief shall cease; Quick thy Savior brings release. Hast thou long a watch been keeping, Waiting for the promised day, When full joy shall end thy weeping, Chasing all thy fears away? Then lift up thy head on high; Thy redemption draweth nigh.
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Courtesy of Brother Aaron Thomas
Anthem 48
Throughly wash me, Wash me from all mine iniquity, Throughly wash me from all my sins, And blot out all mine iniquity; Cleanse thou my heart from all my sins. Cleanse me from all my sins.
Hymn 150
Who are these like stars appearing, These, before God’s Throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia, hark! they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King. Who are these of dazzling brightness, As the angels now arrayed? Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Robes whose lustre ne’er shall fade, Ne’er be touched by time’s rude hand Whence came all this glorious band? These are they who have contended For their Savior’s honor long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng; These who well the fight sustained, Triumph through the Lamb have gained.
Hymn 170
For Zion’s sake I will not rest, Saith God, nor hold my peace Until Jerusalem be blest, And Judah’s sorrows cease; Until her righteousness return As daybreak after night; The lamp of her salvation burn With everlasting light. The Gentiles shall her glory see, And kings declare her fame; Appointed unto her shall be A new and holy name. Go through, go through, prepare the ways, The gates wide open spread; The standard of the people raise, To glorious triumph led. In every clime, through every land, Proclaim the joyful word: The holy people are at hand, Redeemed of the Lord!
Hymn 234
Lov’d of God in sorrow mourning, Bow’d in sadness, bath’d in tears, Lift thy head; for lo! The morning, Which shall end thy grief, appears; Christ thy Hope, will soon appear, He thy drooping heart will cheer. Dost thou weep, thy foes oppressing, Are thine enemies too strong? Hast thou doubts and fears distressing, That thy Savior waits so long? Soon by Him from all set free, Thou shalt sing of victory. Dost thou now in sorrow languish, That the hearts of men are cold? Is thy heart wrung deep with anguish That thus ’tis even in the fold? Loved of God, thy grief shall cease; Quick thy Savior brings release. Hast thou long a watch been keeping, Waiting for the promised day, When full joy shall end thy weeping, Chasing all thy fears away? Then lift up thy head on high; Thy redemption draweth nigh.