DOUGLAS BOND 

2 New HOSEA HYMNS

“…the LORD said to Hosea, ‘Go, take to yourself a wife of whoredom and have children of whoredom, for the land commits great whoredom by forsaking the LORD’” (Hosea 1:2). “So let us know—let us press on to know the LORD” (6:3).

 

The more God wooed they ran away,

The more they whored and went astray.

God’s heart with holy judgment burns;

O, Israel, to your God return!

You must pursue—press on to know—

The LORD, and in his ways to grow.

 

For your apostacy and sin,

You’ll only reap the whirling wind!

With whoredom Israel’s been defiled,

With cords of wickedness beguiled.

You must return—press on to know—

The LORD, and in his ways to go.

 

A stubborn heifer, loose and wild,

Yet you’re the LORD’s, his precious child.

On love and justice now hold fast—

He’ll brook no rivals from your past.

You must repent—press on to know—

The LORD, and in his ways to grow.

 

Your idols are a swirling mist,

Their lies with Truth can’t coexist.    

“Return! Beneath my shadow dwell;

With cords of kindness I compel!”

Let us press on our LORD to know

And in his holy ways to go.

 

Douglas Bond © November 2, 2026

 

 

“‘…the land commits great whoredom by forsaking the LORD’” (Hosea 1:2). “He has torn us to pieces, but He will heal us; He has wounded us, but He will bind up our wounds” (Hosea 6:1). “I led them with cords of kindness, with the bands of love…” (11:4)

 

The Lord of hosts your sin deplores

And like a lion, fiercely roars.

On love and justice now hold fast,

Lest ruin comes from God at last.

“Repent! Beneath my shadow dwell;

With cords of kindness I compel!”

 

He’s torn us, so that we may heal,

And struck us low that we may kneel;         

In tender mercy he’ll surround,

And safely he will lay you down.

With cords of kindness we are led,

With steadfast love from Christ our Head.

 

Their base apostacy he’ll heal

And love them freely by his zeal.

Compassion, warm and tender, grows

When God in kindness grace bestows.

He’s cut the cords of sin and hell; 

With cords of love he does compel!

 

True faithfulness the Lord desires,

Not flocks and herds burnt in the fires.

By cords of death you’ve been enslaved—

By grace, from the grave, you’ve been saved!

With bands of love he brought us out,

His precious bride, to sing and shout.

 

O death, where is your victory,

Your grip for all eternity?

O grave, where is your bitter sting?

Death’s conquered by the King of kings!

“Repent! Beneath my shadow dwell;

With cords of kindness I compel!”

 

Douglas Bond © November 11, 2026

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Neither of these hymns has a tune yet! Help me with that please!