Rejoice, Ye Pure in Heart
Rejoice, ye pure in heart,
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing.
Your festal banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.
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Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
give thanks, and sing!
With all the angel choirs,
With all the saints on earth,
Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
True rapture, noblest mirth!
Yes, on through life’s long path,
Still chanting as we go;
From youth to age, by night and day,
In gladness and in woe.
Still lift your standard high;
Still march in firm array;
As warriors, through the darkness toil
Till dawns the golden day.
1.Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
weep o’er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
tell them of Jesus the mighty to save.
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Rescue the perishing,
care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.
2.Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting,
waiting the penitent child to receive;
plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently,
He will forgive if they only believe.
3.Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter,
feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
chords that are broken will vibrate once more.
4.Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;
Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide;
back to the narrow way patiently win them,
tell the poor wanderer a Savior has died.
We praise Thee, O God! For the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus Who died, And is now gone above.
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Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again.
We praise Thee, O God! For Thy Spirit of light,
Who hath shown us our Savior, And scattered our night.
All glory and praise To the Lamb that was slain,
Who hath borne all our sins, And hath cleansed every stain.
All glory and praise To the God of all grace,
Who hast brought us, and sought us, And guided our ways.
Revive us again; Fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled With fire from above.
Ring the bells of heaven! There is joy today,
For a soul, returning from the wild!
See, the Father meets him out upon the way,
Welcoming His weary, wandering child.
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Glory! Glory! How the angels sing:
Glory! Glory! How the loud harps ring!
‘Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea,
Pealing forth the anthem of the free.
Ring the bells of heaven! There is joy today,
For the wanderer now is reconciled;
Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way,
And is born anew a ransomed child.
Ring the bells of heaven! Spread the feast today!
Angels, swell the glad triumphant strain!
Tell the joyful tidings, bear it far away!
For a precious soul is born again.