THURSDAY PRAYER SERVICE

808 Jesus Shall Reign

1

Jesus shall reign wher-e’er the sun

Does his successive journeys run;

His kingdom spread from shore to shore,

Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2

From north to south the princes meet

To pay their homage at His feet;

While western empires own their Lord,

And savage tribes attend His word.

3

To Him shall endless prayer be made,

And endless praises crown His head;

His name like sweet perfume shall rise

With ev’ry morning sacrifice.

4

People and realms of ev’ry tongue

Dwell on His love with sweetest song,

And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on His name.

 

790 God Is Still on the Throne

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Have you started for glory and heaven, Have you left this old world far behind;

In your heart is the Comforter dwelling, Can you say “Praise the Lord, He is mine;”

Have the ones that once walked on the highway, Gone back, and you seem all alone?

Keep your eyes on the prize, for the home in the skies, God is still on the throne.

God is still on the throne, And He will remember His own;

Though trials may press us and burdens distress us, He never will leave us alone;

God is still on the throne, He never forsaketh His own;

His promise is true, He will not forget you, God is still on the throne.

2

Burdened soul, is your heart growing weary With the toil and the heat of the day;

Does it seem that your path is more thorny, As you journey along life’s way?

Go away and in secret before Him Tell your grief to the Savior alone;

He will lighten your care, for He still answers prayer, God is still on the throne.

God is still on the throne, And He will remember His own;

Though trials may press us and burdens distress us, He never will leave us alone;

God is still on the throne, He never forsaketh His own;

His promise is true, He will not forget you, God is still on the throne.

3

You may live in a tent or a cottage, Unnoticed by those who pass by;

But a mansion for you He is building In that beautiful city on high;

 It will outshine the wealth and the splendor Of the Riches on Earth we have known;

He’s the Architect true, and He’s building for you; God is still on the throne.

God is still on the throne, And He will remember His own;

Though trials may press us and burdens distress us, He never will leave us alone;

God is still on the throne, He never forsaketh His own;

His promise is true, He will not forget you, God is still on the throne.

4

He is coming again is the promise To disciples when He went away;

In like manner as He has gone from you, You will see Him returning some day;

Does His tarrying cause you to wonder, Does it seem He’s forgotten His own?

His promise is true, He is coming for you; God is still on the throne

God is still on the throne, And He will remember His own;

Though trials may press us and burdens distress us, He never will leave us alone;

God is still on the throne, He never forsaketh His own;

His promise is true, He will not forget you, God is still on the throne.

 

493 I’ll live for Him

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My life, my love I give to Thee,

Thou Lamb of God who died for me;

Or may I ever faithful be,

My Savior and my God!

I’ll live for Him who died for me, How happy then my life shall be!

I’ll live for Him who died for me, My Savior and my God!

2

I now believe Thou dost receive,

For Thou has died that I might live;

And now hence-forth I’ll trust in Thee,

My Savior and my God!

I’ll live for Him who died for me, How happy then my life shall be!

I’ll live for Him who died for me, My Savior and my God!

3

O Though who died on Calvary,

To save my soul and make me free,

I’ll consecrate my life to Thee,

My Savior and my God!

I’ll live for Him who died for me, How happy then my life shall be!

I’ll live for Him who died for me, My Savior and my God!

 

220 Sweet Hour of Prayer

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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care

And bids me at my Father’s throne Make all my wants and wishes known!

In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief,

And oft escaped the tempter’s snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

2

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, Thy wings shall my petition bear

To Him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless;

And since He bids me seek His face, Believe His Word and trust His grace

I’ll cast on Him my ev’ry care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

3

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, May I thy consolation share,

Till from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height, I view my home and take my flight:

This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise To seize the everlasting prize,

And shout, while passing thru the air, “Fare-well, fare-well, sweet hour of prayer!”