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Kejadian 18:1-33

• [Kej 18:3] Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior

  Pass me not, O gentle Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Refrain Savior, Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Let me at Thy throne of mercy Find a sweet relief, Kneeling there in deep contrition; Help my unbelief. Refrain Trusting only in Thy merit, Would I seek Thy face; Heal my wounded, broken spirit, Save me by Thy grace. Refrain Thou the Spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in Heav’n but Thee? Refrain

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• [Kej 18:19] Father Of All, Thy Care We Bless

  Father of all, Thy care we bless, Which crowns our families with peace; From Thee they spring, and by Thy hand They are, and shall be still sustained. To God, most worthy to be praised, Be our domestic altars raised; Who, Lord of Heaven, yet deigns to come And sanctify our humblest home. To Thee may each united house Morning and night present its vows; Our servants there, and rising race Be taught Thy precepts and Thy grace. So may each future age proclaim The honors of Thy glorious Name, And each succeeding race remove To join the family above.

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• [Kej 18:25] Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right

  Whate’er my God ordains is right: His holy will abideth; I will be still whate’er He doth; And follow where He guideth; He is my God; though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall: Wherefore to Him I leave it all. Whate’er my God ordains is right: He never will deceive me; He leads me by the proper path: I know He will not leave me. I take, content, what He hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day. Whate’er my God ordains is right: His loving thought attends me; No poison can be in the cup That my Physician sends me. My God is true; each morn anew I’ll trust His grace unending, My life to Him commending. Whate’er my God ordains is right: He is my Friend and Father; He suffers naught to do me harm, Though many storms may gather, Now I may know both joy and woe, Some day I shall see clearly That He hath loved me dearly. Whate’er my God ordains is right: Though now this cup, in drinking, May bitter seem to my faint heart, I take it, all unshrinking. My God is true; each morn anew Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow shall depart. Whate’er my God ordains is right: Here shall my stand be taken; Though sorrow, need, or death be mine, Yet I am not forsaken. My Father’s care is round me there; He holds me that I shall not fall: And so to Him I leave it all.

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Mazmur 86:5

• [Mzm 86:5] How Oft, Alas!

  How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord, How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of His Word. Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return”; Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn; O take the wanderer home. And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardoned rebel live To speak Thy wondrous love? Almighty grace, thy healing power How glorious, how divine! That can to bliss and life restore So vile a heart as mine. Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Savior, I adore; O keep me at Thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more.

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• [Mzm 86:5] Wilt Thou Forgive?

  Wilt Thou forgive that sin, by man begun, Which was my sin though it were done before? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. I have a sin of fear, that when I’ve spun My last thread, I shall perish on the shore; But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son Shall shine, as He shines now and heretofore: And, having done that, Thou hast done: I fear no more.

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Mikha 7:18-20

• [Mi 7:19] Why Does Your Face, Ye Humble Souls

  Why does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colors wear? What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? What though your numerous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And aiming at th’eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise: What though your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its cursed foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell: See here an endless ocean flows Of never-failing grace; Behold a dying Savior’s veins The sacred flood increase. It rises high, and drowns the hills, Has neither shore nor bound: Now, if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne’er be found. Awake, our hearts, adore the grace That buries all our faults; And pard’ning blood, that swells above Our follies and our thoughts.

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Roma 5:20-21

• [Rm 5:20] Grace Greater Than Our Sin

  Marvelous grace of our loving Lord, Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt! Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured, There where the blood of the Lamb was spilled. Refrain Grace, grace, God’s grace, Grace that will pardon and cleanse within; Grace, grace, God’s grace, Grace that is greater than all our sin. Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold, Threaten the soul with infinite loss; Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold, Points to the refuge, the mighty cross. Refrain Dark is the stain that we cannot hide. What can avail to wash it away? Look! There is flowing a crimson tide, Brighter than snow you may be today. Refrain Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace, Freely bestowed on all who believe! You that are longing to see His face, Will you this moment His grace receive? Refrain

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• [Rm 5:20] His Grace Aboundeth More

  O what a wonderful Savior In Jesus, my Lord, I have found! Tho’ I had sins without number, His grace unto me did abound. Refrain His grace aboundeth more. His grace aboundeth more. Tho’ sin abounded in my heart, His grace aboundeth more. When a poor sinner He found me; No goodness to offer had I. Often His law I had broken And merited naught but to die. Refrain Nothing of merit possessing, All helpless before Him I lay; But, in the precious blood flowing, He washed all my sin-stains away. Refrain How can I keep from rejoicing? I’ll sing of the joy in my soul, Praising the love of my Savior While years of eternity roll. Refrain

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