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Arm of the Lord, awake, awake!
Put on thy strength, the nations shake,
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
Say to the heathen from thy throne:
"I am Jehovah, God alone."
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
Let Zion's time of favor come;
O bring the tribes of Israel home;
And let our wond'ring eyes behold
Gentile and Jews in Jesus' fold.
Almighty God, thy grace proclaim
In ev'ry clime of every name;
Let adverse pow'rs before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
William Shrubsole, 1795
Tune: Truro, Psalmodia Evangelica, 1789
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Amen Dorothy!
"Turn to me and be saved,
all the ends of the earth!
For I am God, and there is no other." Isaiah 45:22
Amen. I believe He's answering that prayer in recent events.
I couldn't help but think of Japan. May grace be proclaimed in ev'ry clime of every name.
Amen
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