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Mazmur 51:1

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Mazmur 51:1

• [Mzm 51:1] God, Be Mer­ci­ful To Me

  God, be merciful to me, On Thy grace I rest my plea; Plenteous in compassion Thou, Blot out my transgressions now; Wash me, make me pure within, Cleanse, O cleanse me from my sin. My transgressions I confess, Grief and guilt my soul oppress; I have sinned against Thy grace And provoked Thee to Thy face; I confess Thy judgment just, Speechless, I Thy mercy trust. I am evil, born in sin; Thou desirest truth within. Thou alone my Savior art, Teach Thy wisdom to my heart; Make me pure, Thy grace bestow, Wash me whiter than the snow. Broken, humbled to the dust By Thy wrath and judgment just, Let my contrite heart rejoice And in gladness hear Thy voice; From my sins O hide Thy face, Blot them out in boundless grace. Gracious God, my heart renew, Make my spirit right and true; Cast me not away from Thee, Let Thy Spirit dwell in me; Thy salvation’s joy impart, Steadfast make my willing heart. Sinners then shall learn from me And return, O God, to Thee; Savior, all my guilt remove, And my tongue shall sing Thy love; Touch my silent lips, O Lord, And my mouth shall praise accord.

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• [Mzm 51:1] Show Pi­ty, Lord, O Lord, For­give

  Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not Thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in Thee? My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of Thy grace: Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, So let Thy pardoning love be found. O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offenses pain my eyes. My lips with shame my sins confess Against Thy law, against Thy grace: Lord, should Thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce Thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round Thy Word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

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Mazmur 51:7

• [Mzm 51:7] Come, Let Us To The Lord Our God

  Come, let us to the Lord our God With contrite hearts return; Our God is gracious, nor will leave The desolate to mourn. His voice commands the tempest forth And stills the stormy wave; And though His arm be strong to smite, ’Tis also strong to save. Long hath the night of sorrow reigned, The dawn shall bring us light; God shall appear, and we shall rise With gladness in His sight. Our hearts, if God we seek to know, Shall know Him, and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be, Like morning songs His voice. As dew upon the tender herb Diffusing fragrance round, As show’rs that usher in the spring, And cheer the thirsty ground. So shall His presence bless our souls, And shed a joyful light; That hallowed morn shall chase away The sorrows of the night.

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• [Mzm 51:7] Fountain Of Purity

  Fountain of purity opened for sin Here may the penitent wash and be clean; Jesus, Thou blessèd Redeemer from woe, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow, whiter than snow, Wash me, Redeemer, And I shall be whiter than snow. Though I have labored again and again, All my self-cleansing is utterly vain; Jesus, Redeemer from sorrow and woe, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Cleanse Thou the thoughts of my heart, I implore, Help me Thy light to reflect more and more; Daily in loving obedience to grow, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow! nothing further I need, Christ is the Fountain; this only I plead; Jesus, my Savior, to Thee will I go, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain

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• [Mzm 51:7] Lord Will Hap­pi­ness Di­vine, The

  The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart or no? I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel; If aught is felt, ’tis only pain, To find I cannot feel. I sometimes think myself inclined To love Thee if I could; But often feel another mind, Averse to all that’s good. My best desires are faint and few, I fain would strive for more; But when I cry, “My strength renew!” Seem weaker than before. Thy saints are comforted, I know, And love Thy house of prayer; I therefore go where others go, But find no comfort there. Oh make this heart rejoice, or ache; Decide this doubt for me; And if it be not broken, break, And heal it, if it be.

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• [Mzm 51:7] Old-fashioned Way, The

  They call me old-fashioned because I believe That the Bible is God’s holy Word, That Jesus, who lived among men long ago, Is divine, and the Christ of God. Refrain My sin was old-fashioned, My guilt was old-fashioned, God’s love was old-fashioned, I know; And the way I was saved was the old-fashioned way, Through the blood that makes whiter than snow. Old-fashioned, because I believe and accept Only what has been spoken from Heav’n; Old-fashioned because at the cross I was saved, At the cross had my sins forgiv’n. Refrain Old-fashioned, because I am bound to do right, To walk in the straight narrow way; Because I have given my whole life to God, Old-fashioned because I pray. Refrain Old-fashioned, because I am looking above To Jesus, my glorified Lord; Because I believe He is coming again, Fulfilling His holy Word. Refrain

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• [Mzm 51:7] Whiter Than Snow

  Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want Thee forever to live in my soul. Break down every idol, cast out every foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow. Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain, Apply Thine own blood and extract ev’ry stain; To get this blest cleansing, I all things forego— Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice. I give up myself, and whatever I know, Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat, I wait, blessèd Lord, at Thy crucified feet. By faith, for my cleansing, I see Thy blood flow, Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait, Come now, and within me a new heart create; To those who have sought Thee, Thou never saidst “No,” Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain The blessing by faith, I receive from above; O glory! my soul is made perfect in love; My prayer has prevailed, and this moment I know, The blood is applied, I am whiter than snow. Refrain

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