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Mazmur 50:16
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[Mzm 50:16] Thus Speaks The Lord To Wicked Men
Thus speaks the Lord to wicked men:
My statutes why do you declare?
Why take My covenant in your mouth,
Since ye for wisdom do not care?
For ye My holy words profane
And cast them from you in disdain. Ye have consented with the thief,
Ye have partaken with the vile,
Your mouths to evil words ye give,
Your tongues proclaim deceit and guile,
Ye glory in your brother’s shame,
Your mother’s son do you defame. Thus have ye done; I silence kept,
And this has been your secret thought,
That I was wholly as yourselves,
To take your evil deeds as naught;
I will reprove you and array
Your deeds before your eyes this day. Consider this, who God forget
Lest I destroy with none to free;
Who offers sacrifice of thanks,
He glorifies and honors Me;
To him who orders well his way
Salvation free I will display. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
Zakharia 3:2
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[Za 3:2] Arise, My Ten’drest Thoughts, Arise
Arise, my tend’rest thoughts, arise,
To torrents melt my streaming eyes;
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel
Those evils which thou canst not heal. See human nature sunk in shame!
See scandals poured on Jesus’ Name!
The Father wounded thro’ the Son;
The world abused, the soul undone! See the short course of vain delight,
Closing in everlasting night—
In flames that no abatement know,
Tho’ briny tears forever flow. My God, I feel the mournful scene!
My bowels yearn o’er dying men!
And fain my pity would reclaim
And snatch the firebrands from the flame. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
Matius 8:26
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[Mat 8:26] I Feel The Winds Of God Today
I feel the winds of God today; today my sail I lift,
Though heavy, oft with drenching spray, and torn with many a rift;
If hope but light the water’s crest, and Christ my bark will use,
I’ll seek the seas at His behest, and brave another cruise. It is the wind of God that dries my vain regretful tears,
Until with braver thoughts shall rise the purer, brighter years;
If cast on shores of selfish ease or pleasure I should be;
Lord, let me feel Thy freshening breeze, and I’ll put back to sea. If ever I forget Thy love and how that love was shown,
Lift high the blood red flag above; it bears Thy Name alone.
Great Pilot of my onward way, Thou wilt not let me drift;
I feel the winds of God today, today my sail I lift. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
