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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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• [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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• [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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• [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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• [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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Mazmur 44:4

• [Mzm 44:4] My God, My Heavenly King

  O God, my heavenly King, My Savior, and my All, To Thee my every power I bring, And at Thy footstool fall. By Thee I am supplied With every good below: Thou art my Shepherd and my Guide, In all the way I go. Fain would I follow Thee, Nor from Thy footsteps stray, Whate’er my pains or conflicts be, Or snares my foes may lay. I know that Thou art nigh, My Fortress, Shield and Tower: On Thy rich mercy I’ll rely, And trust Thy mighty power.

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Mazmur 71:3

• [Mzm 71:3] Thou Art My Rock

  Thou art my Rock in the wide desert land, Sheltered by Thee here in safety I stand; What tho’ the storms and the tempests may beat, What tho’ the sun pour its fierce noontide heat: Refrain Sheltered by Thee, sheltered by Thee, Here in the shadow from danger I’m free. Once I was wand’ring exposed to the storm, Refuge there was none to shield me from harm; Then ’twas I found in the broad desert way Christ as my Rock and with gladness could say: Refrain Come to the Rock so majestic and grand; Here in its shelter a million may stand; Each one may feel that his hope here is sure, Each one may say in his safety secure: Refrain

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Yesaya 40:31

• [Yes 40:31] Awake, Our Souls, Away, Our Fears

  Awake, our souls! away, our fears! Let every trembling thought be gone! Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on. True, ’tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the strength of every saint. O mighty God, Thy matchless power Is ever new, and ever young; And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. From Thee, the ever flowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop, and die. Swift as the eagle cuts the air, We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire along the heavenly road.

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• [Yes 40:31] God, Bless Your Church With Strength!

  God, bless Your church with strength! Wherever we may be, Upbuild Your servants as we work In common ministry. Urge us from fledgling faith To venture and to soar Through open skies, to sing the praise Of Christ whom we adore. God, bless Your church with life! May all our branches thrive, Unblemished, wholesome, bearing fruit, Abundantly alive. From You, one holy vine, In freedom may we grow; Sustain us in our mission, Lord, Your love and peace to show. God, bless Your church with hope! Despite chaotic days, May we in chaos shine to light A pathway through life’s maze. May justice be our aim, And kindness ours to share, In humbleness O may we walk, Assured our God is there!

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• [Yes 40:31] Never Mind, Go On!

  In the fight, say, does your heart grow weary? Do you find your path is rough and thorny? And above the sky is dark and stormy? Never mind, go on! Lay aside all fear, and onward pressing, Bravely fight, and God will give His blessing; Though the war at times may prove distressing, Never mind, go on! Refrain When the road we tread is rough, Let us bear in mind, In our Savior strength enough We may always find; Though the fighting may be tough Let our motto be: Go on, go on to victory! Faithful be, delaying not to follow Where Christ leads, though it may be through sorrow; If the strife should fiercer grow tomorrow, Never mind, go on! Cheerful be, it will your burdens lighten, One glad heart will always others brighten; Though the strife the coward’s soul may frighten, Never mind, go on! Refrain When downhearted, look away to Jesus, Who for you did shed His blood most precious; Let us say, though all the world should hate us; Never mind, go on! Do your best in fighting for your Savior, For His sake fear not to lose men’s favor; If beside you should a comrade waver, Never mind, go on! Refrain

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• [Yes 40:31] Rise In The Strength Of God

  Rise in the strength of God, And face life’s uphill way, The steps which other feet have trod You tread today. Press onward, upward still, To win your way at last, With better hope and stronger will Than in the past. Life’s work more nobly wrought, Life’s race more bravely run, Life’s daily conflict faced and fought, Life’s duty done.
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