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Mazmur 89:3-5

• [Mzm 89:5] Great God Of Wonders

  Great God of wonders! All Thy ways Are matchless, Godlike and divine; But the fair glories of Thy grace More Godlike and unrivaled shine, More Godlike and unrivaled shine. Crimes of such horror to forgive, Such guilty, daring worms to spare; This is Thy grand prerogative, And none shall in the honor share, And none shall in the honor share Angels and men, resign your claim To pity, mercy, love and grace: These glories crown Jehovah’s Name With an incomparable glaze With an incomparable glaze. In wonder lost, with trembling joy, We take the pardon of our God: Pardon for crimes of deepest dye, A pardon bought with Jesus’ blood, A pardon bought with Jesus’ blood. O may this strange, this matchless grace, This Godlike miracle of love, Fill the whole earth with grateful praise, And all th’angelic choirs above, And all th’angelic choirs above. Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? Or who has grace so rich and free?

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 89:5] Praises Of Thy Wonders, The

  The praises of Thy wonders, Lord, The heavens shall express; And in the congregation Of saints Thy faithfulness. Thou hast an arm that’s full of power; Thy hand is great in might; And Thy right hand exceedingly Exalted is in height. Justice and judgment of Thy throne Are made the dwelling place; Mercy, accompanied with truth, Shall go before Thy face. O greatly blest the people are The joyful sound that know; In brightness of Thy face, O Lord, They ever on shall go. Because the glory of their strength Doth only stand in Thee; And in Thy favor shall our horn And power exalted be. For God is our defense; and He To us doth safety bring; The Holy One of Israel Is our almighty King.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mikha 7:19-20

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal