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Mazmur 42:8

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Mazmur 42:8

• [Mzm 42:8] Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended, The

  The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As o’er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away. The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren ’neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, Like earth’s proud empires, pass away: Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, Through All My Days

  God of my life, through all my days, My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise; My song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the dark and silent night. When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. When death o’er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. But O! when that last conflict’s o’er, And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo through the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round the throne. The cheerful tribute will I give, Long as a deathless soul shall live; A work so sweet, a theme so high, Demands and crowns eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, To Thee I Call

  God of my life, to Thee I call; Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall; When the great water floods prevail Leave not my trembling heart to fail! Friend of the friendless and the saint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor! Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner’s plea? Does not the Word still fixed remain That none shall seek Thy face in vain? That were a grief I could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. Fair is the lot that’s cast for me! I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most, Have no such privilege to boast. Poor thou I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] My Lord, My Life, My Love

  My Lord, my Life, my Love, To Thee, to Thee I call; I cannot live if Thou remove: Thou art my joy, my all. My only sun to cheer The darkness where I dwell; The best and only true delight My song hath found to tell. To Thee in very Heaven The angels owe their bliss; To Thee the saints, whom Thou hast called Where perfect pleasure is. And how shall man, Thy child, Without Thee happy be, Who hath no comfort nor desire In all the world but Thee? Return, my Love, my Life; Thy grace hath won my heart; If Thou forgive, if Thou return, I will no more depart.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] Slowly Sinks The Setting Sun

  Slowly sinks the setting sun, Now the work of day is done; Lord, we come a thankful throng, Raise to Thee our evening song. For Thy tender care bestowed, For Thy pardoning blood which flowed; For Thy love that crowns our days, Lord, accept our grateful praise. And when sets life’s weary sun, When the toil of earth is done, To Thy home of perfect rest, Lord, receive us, ever blest. For the robe, the palm, the blood, May we always praise our God, And with all the ransomed throng, Swell high Heaven’s triumphant song.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 77:6

• [Mzm 77:6] My Song In The Night

  When out on life’s ocean, the waves dashing high, While waters are troubled, and no help is nigh, I’ll sing Ebenezer and watch for the light, “And call to remembrance my song in the night.” Refrain “My song in the night, my song in the night; I call to remembrance my song in the night.” God’s promise is sure, and we’re safe in His care, He’ll help all His children their burdens to bear; To Him let us look to be kept in the right, “And call to remembrance our song in the night.” Refrain The blood of the Savior will cleanse every one; O sinner, He’ll save you if only you’ll come; Accept of His mercy, your way will be bright, Then sing with the saved ones your “song in the night.” Refrain The home over there will be soon our abode, Tho’ straight is the way oftentimes rough the road; But Jesus our Guide is the Way and the Light, I call to remembrance my song in the night. Refrain

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Mazmur 149:5

• [Mzm 149:5] All Ye That Love The Lord, Rejoice

  All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders show. The Jews, the people of His grace, Shall their Redeemer sing; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Sion owns her King. The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn; The meek that lie despised in dust Salvation shall adorn. Saints should be joyful in their King, E’en on a dying bed; And like the souls in glory sing; For God shall raise the dead. Then His high praise shall fill their tongues Their hands shall wield the sword; And vengeance shall attend their songs, The vengeance of the Lord. When Christ the judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepared for all His friends Who humbly loved Him here. Then shall they rule with iron rod Nations that dared rebel; And join the sentence of their God On tyrants doomed to hell. The royal sinners bound in chains New triumphs shall afford: Such honor for the saints remains: Praise ye, and love the Lord!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 149:5] Saints Of God! Lo, Jesu’s People

  Saints of God! Lo, Jesu’s people Age to age your glory tell; In His Name for us ye labored, Now in bless eternal dwell. Twelve poor men, by Christ anointed, Braved the rich, the wise, the great, All the world counts dear rejecting, Rapt in their apostolate. Thus the earth their death-wounds purchased, Hallowed by the blood therefrom, On her bosom bore the nations, Laved, illumined—Christendom. On this feast, almighty Father, May we praise Thee with the Son, Evermore His love confessing, Who from Both with Both is One.

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• [Mzm 149:5] There Is Glory In My Soul

  Since I lost my sins and I found my Savior, There is glory in my soul! Since by faith I sought and obtained God’s favor, There is glory in my soul! Refrain There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! Ev’ry day brighter grows, And I conquer all my foes; There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! There is glory in my soul! Since He cleansed my heart, gave me sight for blindness, There is glory in my soul! Since He touched and healed me in loving kindness There is glory in my soul! Refrain Since with God I’ve walked, having sweet communion, There is glory in my soul! Brighter grows each day in this heav’nly union, There is glory in my soul! Refrain Since I entered Canaan on my way to Heaven, There is glory in my soul! Since the day my life to the Lord was given, There is glory in my soul! Refrain

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• [Mzm 149:5] There Is A Happy Land

  There is a happy land, far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweetly sing, worthy is our Savior King, Loud let His praises ring, praise, praise for aye. Come to that happy land, come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand, why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, when from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee, blest, blest for aye. Bright, in that happy land, beams every eye; Kept by a Father’s hand, love cannot die. Oh, then to glory run; be a crown and kingdom won; And, bright, above the sun, we reign for aye.

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  source: Cyberhymnal