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Mazmur 38:4

Mazmur 45:11

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Mazmur 22:4

• [Mzm 22:4] O God, Above The Drifting Years

  O God, above the drifting years, The shrines our fathers founded stand, And where the higher gain appears, We trace the working of Thy hand. From out their tireless prayer and toil Emerge the gifts that time has proved, And seed laid deep in sacred soil, Yields harvests rich in lasting good. The torch of their devotion lent, Lightens the dark that round us lies; Help us to pass it on unspent, Until the dawn lights up the skies. Form Thou our hearts with faith like theirs, Who served the days they could not see, And give us grace, through ampler years, To build the kingdom yet to be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 22:4] ’tis So Sweet To Trust In Jesus

  ’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, And to take Him at His Word; Just to rest upon His promise, And to know, “Thus says the Lord!” Refrain Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more! O how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; And in simple faith to plunge me ’Neath the healing, cleansing flood! Refrain Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace. Refrain I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 38:4

• [Mzm 38:4] Alas, My God, My Sins Are Great

  Alas! my God! my sins are great, My conscience doth upbraid me; And now I find that at my strait No man hath power to aid me. And fled I hence, in my despair, In some lone spot to hide me, My griefs would still be with me there, Thy hand still hold and guide me. Nay, Thee I seek—I merit naught, Yet pity and restore me; Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot, Thy Son hath suffered for me. If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher, Here spare me not; if Heaven I win, On earth I gladly suffer. But curb my heart, forgive my guilt, Make Thou my patience firmer, For they must miss the good Thou wilt, Who at Thy teachings murmur. Then deal with me as seems Thee best, Thy grace will help me bear it, If but at last I see Thy rest, And with my Savior share it.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 38:4] O The Darkness, O The Sorrow

  O the darkness, O the sorrow, O the misery of sin! When will dawn the promised morrow That shall bring deliverance in? One there was ordained to languish, Guiltless, in Gethsemane; One there was Who died in anguish Innocent, on Calvary. Jesus was the Burden-bearer, God’s own Son the Sacrifice; Of the griefs of man the Sharer, Of his soul the Ransom-price. ’Tis the Christ, the Ever-living, Ever-loving, Ever-blest, By the Comforter still giving Pardon, holiness, and rest. Can the love so freely given, Can the blood so freely shed, Fail to draw the earth to Heaven, Fail to bring alive its dead? Rise, O children of the Father, Stand, ye brothers of the Son, In unyielding ranks together Till the crown of Christ be won; Till the lands of sin and sorrow, Darker than the ancient night, Shall behold the promised morrow Beam on them with saving light.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 45:11

• [Mzm 45:11] O Royal Bride, Give Heed

  O royal bride, give heed, And to my words attend; For Christ the King forsake the world And every former friend. Thy beauty and thy grace Shall then delight the King; He only is thy rightful Lord, To Him thy worship bring. To thee, since thou art His, Great honor shall be shown; The rich shall bring their gifts to thee, Thy glory they shall own. Enthroned in royal state, All glorious thou shalt dwell, With garments fair, inwrought with gold; The Church He loveth well. And they that honor thee Shall in thy train attend, And to the palace of the King Shall joyfully ascend. O King of royal race, Thy sons of heavenly birth, Thou wilt endow with kingly gifts As princes in the earth. Thy Name shall be proclaimed Through all succeeding days, And all the nations of the earth Shall give Thee endless praise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 56:11

• [Mzm 56:11] Who Trusts In God, A Strong Abode

  Who trusts in God, a strong abode In Heav’n and earth possesses; Who looks in love to Christ above, No fear his heart oppresses. In Thee alone, dear Lord, we own Sweet hope and consolation; Our shield from foes, our balm for woes, Our great and sure salvation. Though Satan’s wrath beset our path, And worldly scorn assail us; While Thou art near we will not fear, Thy strength shall never fail us. Thy rod and staff, shall keep us safe, And guide our steps forever; Nor shades of death, nor hell beneath, Our souls from Thee shall sever. In all the strife of mortal life, Our feet shall stand securely; Temptation’s hour shall lose its power, For Thou shalt guard us surely. O God, renew, with heavenly dew, Our body, soul, and spirit, Until we stand at Thy right hand, Through Jesus’ saving merit.

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  source: Cyberhymnal