Jacob Saw The Vision

Tune: “He loved them to the uttermost” (used with permission, sans chorus)
Isa. 45:15; Rom. 8:28; Phil. 2:13; 2 Sam. 7:25b, 28a; Luke 18:1-8; Matt. 6:6

1.	I have a God who hides Himself,
This One, I know, is the King.
In secret, He is sovereignly
Arranging everything.
This my responsibility—
To say amen to God in me.
He’s living and He’s acting in my being.

2.	I trust the God who hides Himself,
For what He’s spoken He’ll do;
He’s taking care of His elect,
He’s helping me and you.
Although it seems, apparently,
That God’s not doing anything,
He’s faithful to His Word—His Word is true.

3.	I serve the God who hides Himself,
He doesn’t like a display.
Today, He’s working ceaselessly,
But in a secret way.
No ostentation—He’s concealed,
I must know Him as He’s revealed—
Omnipotent and mighty, hidden still.

4.	I love the God who hides Himself,
We meet in secret to pray,
It seems He’s absent, leaving me
A widow in this age.
Compelled to cry out day and night,
I’d always pray, that soon He might
Come find persistent faith on earth in me.

5.	Lord, may I know You as the One
Who's present, loving, and real,
Yet hidden as Your work is done.
Yourself to me reveal
That I would watch and not lose heart
But open wide in every part,
Cooperating with You, Lord, today.

I have a God who hides Himself (Eng)

Isaiah 40:29-31

Romans 10:8 & 17

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The Church is Christ's Deep Longing (#1229)

God is Waiting (Acts 17:23-31)	

	Chorus:
	C                                                        F
	What therefore you worship without knowing,
		Am              G
	This I announce to you
		        C                                            F
	Leave your altars and the objects of your worship behind,
		Dm	          G	    C
	God is waiting to be known by you.

       F                                C
    1. He does not dwell in temples made with hands,
               G                                 C-C7
       The Lord of heaven and of earth
       F			C
       He does not need the service of our hand
             G                                                 G7
       He Himself gives all things life and breath.

	Chorus
       
    2. He made from one every nation of men
       In every season and place to dwell
       That they might seek Him, even though He is not far
       For in Him we live and move and are

	Chorus
       
    3. He has set a day to judge the world in righteousness
       By the man He designated and raised.
       His charge to men is to repent and just believe
       Confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, and be saved.

	Chorus

Springs

God is Waiting (Acts 17:23-31)

1. Unto him that hath Thou givest
Ever more abundantly;
Lord, I live because Thou livest,
Therefore give more life to me,
Therefore speed me in the race,
Therefore let me grow in grace.

2. Deepen all Thy work, O Master,
Strengthen every downward root;
Only do Thou ripen faster,
More and more Thy pleasant fruit;
Purge me, prune me, self abase;
Only let me grow in grace.

3. Let me grow by sun and shower,
Every moment water me;
Make me really, hour by hour,
More and more conformed to Thee,
That Thy loving eye may trace
Day by day my growth in grace.

4. From Thy fulness grace outpouring,
Show me ever greater things;
Raise me higher, sunward soaring,
Mounting as on eagle-wings.
By the brightness of Thy face,
Ever let me grow in grace.

5. Let me, then, be always growing,
Never, never standing still,
Listening, learning, better knowing
Thee and Thy most blessed will.
Till I win the glorious race,
Daily let me grow in grace.

Unto Him That Had Thou Givest (w/ Amber, Titus, Annie & Kenya)

1. Olives that have known no pressure
No oil can bestow;
If the grapes escape the winepress,
Cheering wine can never flow;
Spikenard only through the crushing,
Fragrance can diffuse.
Shall I then, Lord, shrink from suff’ring
Which Thy love for me would choose?

CHORUS:  
Each blow I suffer
Is true gain to me.
In the place of what Thou takest
Thou dost give Thyself to me.

2. Do my heart-strings need Thy stretching,
Songs divine to prove?
Do I need for sweetest music
Cruel treatment of Thy love?
Lord, I fear no deprivation
If it draws to Thee;
I would yield in full surrender
All Thy heart of love to see.

3. I’m ashamed, my Lord, for seeking
Self to guard alway;
Though Thy love has done its stripping,
Yet I’ve been compelled this way.
Lord, according to Thy pleasure
Fully work on me;
Heeding not my human feelings,
Only do what pleases Thee.

4. If Thy mind and mine should differ,
Still pursue Thy way;
If Thy pleasure means my sorrow,
Still my heart shall answer, “Yea!”
’Tis my deep desire to please Thee,
Though I suffer loss;
E’en though Thy delight and glory
Mean that I endure the cross.

5. Oh, I’ll praise Thee, e’en if weeping
Mingle with my song.
Thine increasing sweetness calls forth
Grateful praises all day long.
Thou hast made Thyself more precious
Than all else to me:
Thou increase and I decrease, Lord-
This is now my only plea.

Olives That Have Known No Pressure

I cannot breathe enough of Thee,
  O gentle breeze of love;
More fragrant than the myrtle tree
The Henna-flower* is to me,
  The Balm of Heaven above.

I cannot gaze enough on Thee,
  Thou Fairest of the Fair;
My heart is filled with ecstasy,
As in Thy face of radiancy
  I see such beauty there.

I cannot yield enough to Thee,
  My Savior, Master, Friend;
I do not wish to go out free,
But ever, always, willingly,
  To serve Thee to the end.

I cannot sing enough of Thee,
  The sweetest name on earth;
A note so full of melody
Comes from my heart so joyously,
  And fills my soul with mirth.

I cannot speak enough of Thee,
  I have so much to tell;
Thy heart it beats so tenderly
As Thou dost draw me close to Thee,
  And whisper, “All is well.”

I Cannot Breathe Enough Of Thee (Hymn#172)-Instrumental

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