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Thou, God, art a consuming fire

Hymnal: Hymn Book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (2nd ed.) #361 (1838) Hymnal Title: Hymn Book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (2nd ed.)
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Thou, God, art a consuming fire

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: Hymn book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (4th ed.) #361 (1842) Hymnal Title: Hymn book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (4th ed.)
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Thou, God, art a consuming fire

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #68 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Sacred Poems and Hymns Lyrics: Thou, God, art a consuming fire, Yet mortals may find grace, From toil and tumult to retire, And meet Thee face to face. Though "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!" Seraph to seraph sings, And angel-choirs, with one accord, Worship, with veiling wings;-- Though earth Thy footstool, heaven Thy throne, Thy way amidst the sea, Thy path deep floods, Thy steps unknown, Thy counsels mystery:-- Yet wilt Thou look on him who lies A suppliant at Thy feet; And hearken to the feeblest cries That reach Thy mercy-seat. Between the cherubim of old Thy glory was express'd; But God, through Christ, we now behold In flesh made manifest. Through Him who all our sickness felt, Who all our sorrows bare, Through Him in whom Thy fulness dwelt We offer up our prayer. 73 Touch'd with a feeling of our woes, Jesus, our High Priest, stands; All our infirmities He knows, Our souls are in His hands. He bears them up with strength divine, When at Thy feet we fall; Lord, cause, Thy face on us to shine Hear us,--on Thee we call. Scripture: Psalm 65:2 Languages: English

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