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Mazmur 90:2

Mazmur 90:4

Mazmur 102:25

1 Petrus 3:8

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Mazmur 90:2

• [Mzm 90:2] Ere Mountains Reared Their Forms Sublime

  Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Or Heav’n and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting Thou art God. A thousand ages, in their flight, With Thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to Thy sight At once their various scenes display. But our brief life’s a shadowy dream, A passing thought that soon is o’er, That fades with morning’s earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. To us, O Lord, the wisdom give Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with Thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end.

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• [Mzm 90:2] Have Mercy On Us, God Most High

  Have mercy on us, God most high, Who lift our hearts to Thee; Have mercy on us worms of earth, Most holy Trinity. Most ancient of all mysteries! Before Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity. When heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown, Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty, Didst live and love alone. Thou wert not born; there was no fount From which Thy Being flowed; There is no end which Thou canst reach; But Thou art simply God. How wonderful creation is, The work that Thou didst bless; And oh, what then must Thou be like, Eternal Loveliness! How beautiful the angels are, The saints how bright in bliss; But with Thy beauty, Lord, compared, How dull, how poor is this. O listen, then, most pitiful, To Thy poor creature’s heart: It blesses Thee that Thou art God; That Thou art what Thou art. Most ancient of all mysteries! Still at Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity.

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• [Mzm 90:2] Through Every Age, Eternal God

  Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was Thy throne ere Heav’n was made, Or earth Thy humble footstool laid. Long hadst Thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned to a man; And long Thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, Return, ye sinners, to your dust. A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in Thine account; Like yesterday’s departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour. Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. But O how oft Thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead. Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee.

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Mazmur 90:4

• [Mzm 90:4] Thou Glorious God, Before Whose Face

  Thou glorious God, before Whose face The generations pass away, As, to our eyes, the tender grace And marvel of each shining day! We thank Thee for the joy sublime Of years so radiant with Thy power That all the best of endless time Seems granted to the fleeting hour. We praise Thee for the surer right, The clearer message from above, The lengthening day, the shortening night, The wiser ministries of love. We bless Thee for the friends we miss, Who made our peace, and stilled our pain; We trust Thee on some height of bliss To bring them close to us again. We magnify Thy holy Name; And while in Thee our hearts rejoice, Strong be our wills, through praise and blame, To do the bidding of Thy voice.

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Mazmur 102:25

• [Mzm 102:25] Thou, Whose Unmeasured Temple Stands

  Thou, whose unmeasured temple stands, Built over earth and sea, Accept these walls that human hands Have raised, O God, to Thee. Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, Within these courts to bide, The peace that dwelleth without end Serenely by Thy side! And let the Comforter and Friend, Thy Holy Spirit, meet, With those who here in worship bend Before Thy mercy seat. May they who err be guided here To find the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth born passion dies.

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Mazmur 102:2

• [Mzm 102:2] Let Me Lean On Thee

  When my way is hedged about me, hedged with thorns of care; When the cross I loved so dearly, seems too hard to bear; When my heart is bowed with sorrow, and no light I see— Lord, Thy tender mercy pleading, let me lean on Thee. O, for faith to cast behind me every sad complaint— Faith to run and not be weary, walk and never faint; Thou dost know and feel my weakness, Savior look on me; Now Thy tender mercy pleading, let me lean on Thee. Closer let Thine arms enfold me, closer to Thy breast Draw my weary, trembling spirit, calm its doubts to rest; Give me strength for every burden Thou hast borne for me; Lord, Thy tender mercy pleading, let me lean on Thee.

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• [Mzm 102:2] Lord, To Our Humble Prayers Attend

  Lord, to our humble prayers attend, Let Thou Thy peace from heaven descend, And to our souls salvation send, Have mercy, Lord upon us. Rule in our hearts, Thou Prince of Peace, The welfare of Thy Church increase, And bid all strife and discord cease; Have mercy, Lord upon us. To all who meet for worship here Do Thou in faithfulness draw near; Inspire with faith and godly fear: Have mercy, Lord upon us. O let Thy priests be clothed with might, To rule within Thy Church aright, That they may serve as in Thy sight: Have mercy, Lord upon us. The sovereign ruler of our land Protect by Thine almighty hand, And all around the throne who stand: Have mercy, Lord upon us. Let clouds and sunshine bless the earth, Give flowers and fruits a timely birth, Our harvests crown with peaceful mirth: Have mercy, Lord upon us. Let voyagers by land and sea In danger’s hour in safety be; The suffering and the captive free: Have mercy, Lord upon us. Around us let Thine arm be cast, Till wrath and danger are o’erpast And tribulation’s bitter blast: Have mercy, Lord upon us.

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• [Mzm 102:2] My Father, Hear My Prayer

  My Father, hear my prayer Before I go to rest; It is Thy trustful child That cometh to be blest. Forgive me all my sin, And let me sleep this night In safety and in peace Until the morning light. Lord, help me every day To love Thee more and more, And try to do Thy will Much better than before. Now look upon me, Lord, Ere I lie down to rest; It is Thy trustful child That cometh to be blest.
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