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Mazmur 6:2

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Roma 7:9-24

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Mazmur 6:2

• [Mzm 6:2] Have Mercy, Lord, On Me

  Have mercy, Lord, on me, As Thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, Thy wonted mercy find. Wash off my foul offense, And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crimes, and see How great my guilt has been. The joy Thy favor gives Let me again obtain, And Thy free Spirit’s firm support My fainting soul sustain. To God the Father, Son, And Spirit glory be, As ’twas, and is, and shall be so To all eternity.

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• [Mzm 6:2] Heal Me, O My Savior

  Heal me, O my Savior, heal; Heal me as I suppliant kneel; Heal me, and my pardon seal. Fresh the wounds that sin hath made; Hear the prayers I oft have prayed, And in mercy send me aid. Helpless, none can help me now; Cheerless, none can cheer but Thou; Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow. Thou the true Physician art; Thou, O Christ, canst health impart, Binding up the bleeding heart. Other comforters are gone; Thou canst heal, and Thou alone; Thou for all my sins atone. Heal me, then, my Savior, heal: Heal me, as I suppliant kneel; To Thy mercy I appeal.

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• [Mzm 6:2] When My Love To God Grows Weak

  When my love to God grows weak, [or When my love to Christ grows weak] When for deeper faith I seek, Then in thought I go to thee, Garden of Gethsemane. There I walk amid the shades While the lingering twilight fades See that suffering, friendless One, Weeping, praying there alone. When my love for man grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary, I go To thy scenes of fear and woe. There behold His agony, Suffered on the bitter tree; See His anguish, see His faith, Love triumphant still in death. Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self sacrifice.

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Mazmur 41:4

• [Mzm 41:4] Before Thee, God, Who Knowest All

  Before Thee, God, who knowest all, With grief and shame I prostrate fall, I see my sins against Thee, Lord, The sins of thought, of deed, and word. They press me sore; I cry to Thee: O God, be merciful to me! O Lord, my God, to Thee I pray: O cast me not in wrath away! Let Thy good Spirit ne’er depart, But let Him draw to Thee my heart That truly penitent I be: O God, be merciful to me! O Jesus, let Thy precious blood Be to my soul a cleansing flood. Turn not, O Lord, Thy guest away, But grant that justified I may Go to my house at peace with Thee: O God, be merciful to me!

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Lukas 5:31

• [Luk 5:31] Jesus Christ, Our Blessed Savior

  Jesus Christ, our blessèd Savior, Turned away God’s wrath forever; By His bitter grief and woe He saved us from the evil Foe. As His pledge of love undying He, this precious food supplying, Gives His body with the bread And with the wine the blood He shed. Whoso to this board repaireth May take heed how he prepareth; For if he does not believe, Then death for life he shall receive. Praise the Father, who from Heaven Unto us such food hath given And, to mend what we have done, Gave into death His only Son. Thou shalt hold with faith unshaken That this food is to be taken By the sick who are distressed, By hearts that long for peace and rest. Christ says, “Come, all ye that labor, And receive My grace and favor; They who feel no want nor ill Need no physician’s help nor skill. “Useless were for thee My Passion If thy works thy weal could fashion. This feast is not spread for thee If thine own savior thou wilt be.” If thy heart this truth professes, And thy mouth thy sin confesses, His dear guest thou here shalt be, And Christ Himself shall banquet thee.

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Lukas 18:11-13

• [Luk 18:13] Have Compassion, Lord, On Me!

  O my Savior, I am weary! Let my cry to Thee ascend While in humble supplication Now before Thy throne I bend! Refrain Weak and helpless, yet believing, Casting all my care on Thee, I am hoping, trusting, praying; Have compassion, Lord, on me! O my Savior, tho’ unworthy, I have nowhere else to go; Thou canst pardon my transgressions, Thou canst wash me white as snow! Refrain O my Savior, by Thy Spirit Thou hast called me o’er and o’er; Now repentant I am coming; Lord, my wand’ring soul restore! Refrain O my Savior, do not leave me Here to perish at Thy throne; In Thy tender, loving mercy Cleanse and make me all Thine own! Refrain

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• [Luk 18:13] Lord, I Deserve Thy Deepest Wrath

  Lord, I deserve thy deepest wrath, Ungrateful, faithless I have been; No terrors have my soul deterred, Nor goodness wooed me from my sin. No terrors have my soul deterred, Nor goodness wooed me from my sin. My heart is vile, my mind depraved, My flesh rebels against Thy will; I am polluted in Thy sight, Yet, Lord have mercy on me still! I am polluted in Thy sight, Yet, Lord have mercy on me still! Without defense to Thee I look, To Thee the only Savior fly; Without a hope, without a friend, In deep distress to Thee I cry, Without a hope, without a friend, In deep distress to Thee I cry. Speak peace to me, my sins forgive, Dwell Thou within my heart, O God, The guilt and pow’r of sin remove, And fit me for Thy blest abode, The guilt and pow’r of sin remove, And fit me for Thy blest abode.

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• [Luk 18:13] Lord, Like The Publican I Stand

  Lord, like the publican I stand, And lift my heart to Thee; Thy pardoning grace, O God, command, Be merciful to me. I smite upon my anxious breast, O’erwhelmed with agony; O save my soul by sin oppressed, Be merciful to me. My guilt, my shame, I all confess, I have no hope nor plea But Jesus’ blood and righteousness; Be merciful to me. Here at Thy cross I still would wait, Nor from its shelter flee, But Thou, O God, in mercy great, Art merciful to me.

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• [Luk 18:13] O Son Of God, In Glory Crowned

  O Son of God, in glory crowned, The Judge ordained of quick and dead! O Son of Man, so pitying found For all the tears Thy people shed! Be with us in this darkened place, This weary, restless, dangerous night; And teach, O teach us, by Thy grace, To struggle onward into light! And since, in God’s recording book, Our sins are written, every one, The crime, the wrath, the wandering look The good we knew, and left undone; Lord, ere the last dread trump be heard, And ere before Thy face we stand, Look Thou on each accusing word, And blot it with Thy bleeding hand. And by the love that brought Thee here, And by the cross, and by the grave, Give perfect love for conscious fear, And in the day of judgment save.

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• [Luk 18:13] Only A Sinner

  Naught have I gotten but what I received; Grace hath bestowed it since I have believed; Boasting excluded, pride I abase; I’m only a sinner, saved by grace! Refrain Only a sinner, saved by grace! Only a sinner, saved by grace! This is my story, to God be the glory— I’m only a sinner, saved by grace! Once I was foolish, and sin ruled my heart, Causing my footsteps from God to depart; Jesus hath found me, happy my case; I now am a sinner, saved by grace! Refrain Tears unavailing, no merit had I; Mercy had saved me, or else I must die; Sin had alarmed me fearing God’s face; But now I’m a sinner saved by grace! Refrain Suffer a sinner whose heart overflows, Loving his Savior to tell what he knows; Once more to tell it would I embrace— I’m only a sinner saved by grace! Refrain

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• [Luk 18:13] Savior, Prince Of Israel’s Race

  Savior, Prince of Israel’s race, See me from Thy lofty throne; Give the sweet relenting grace, Soften this obdurate stone! Stone to flesh, O God, convert; Cast a look, and break my heart! By Thy Spirit, Lord, reprove, All my inmost sins reveal, Sins against Thy light and love Let me see, and let me feel; Sins that crucified my God, Spilt again Thy precious blood. Jesu, seek Thy wandering sheep, Make me restless to return; Bid me look on Thee, and weep, Bitterly as Peter mourn, Till I say, by grace restored, “Now Thou know’st I love Thee, Lord!” Might I in Thy sight appear, As the publican distressed, Stand, not daring to draw near, Smite on my unworthy breast, Groan the sinner’s only plea, “God, be merciful to me!” O remember me for good, Passing through the mortal vale! Show me the atoning blood, When my strength and spirit fail; Give my gasping soul to see Jesus crucified for me!

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• [Luk 18:13] Sinful, Sighing To Be Blest

  Sinful, sighing to be blest, Bound, and longing to be free; Weary, waiting for my rest: God, be merciful to me. Holiness I’ve none to plead, Sinfulness is all I see, I can only bring my need: God, be merciful to me. Broken heart and downcast eyes, Dare not lift themselves to Thee; Yet Thou canst interpret sighs: God, be merciful to me. From this sinful heart of mine To Thy bosom I would flee; I am not mine own, but Thine: God, be merciful to me. There is One beside Thy throne, And my only hope and plea Are in Him and Him alone: God, be merciful to me. He my cause will undertake, My Interpreter will be; He’s my all, and for His sake, God, be merciful to me.

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Roma 7:9-24

• [Rm 7:15] I Would, But Cannot Sing

  I would, but cannot sing, Guilt has untuned my voice; The serpent sin’s envenomed sting Has poisoned all my joys. I know the Lord is nigh, And would, but cannot, pray; For Satan meets me when I try, And frights my soul away. I would but can’t repent Though I endeavor oft; This stony heart can ne’er relent Till Jesus make it soft. I would but cannot love, Though wooed by love divine; No arguments have pow’r to move A soul so base as mine. I would, but cannot rest In God’s most holy will; I know what He appoints is best, Yet murmur at it still! Oh could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would, but cannot, Lord relieve, My help must come from Thee! But if indeed I would, Though I can nothing do, Yet the desire is something good, For which my praise is due. By nature prone to ill, Till Thine appointed hour I was as destitute of will, As now I am of pow’r. Wilt Thou not crown, at length, The work Thou hast begun? And with a will, afford me strength In all Thy ways to run.

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