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Ayub 38:4-11

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Mazmur 102:25-28

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Ayub 38:4-11

• [Ayb 38:7] Almighty Spirit, Now Behold

  Almighty Spirit, now behold A world by sin destroyed: Creating Spirit, as of old, Move on the formless void, Move on the formless void. Give Thou the Word: that healing sound Shall quell the deadly strife; And earth again, like Eden crowned, Bring forth the tree of life, Bring forth the tree of life. If sang the morning stars for joy, When nature rose to view, What strains will angel harps employ, When Thou shalt all renew, When Thou shalt all renew! And if the sons of God rejoice To hear a Savior’s Name, How will the ransomed raise their voice To whom that Savior came, To whom that Savior came! Lo, every kindred, every tribe, Assembling round the throne, The new creation shall ascribe To sovereign love alone, To sovereign love alone!

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• [Ayb 38:7] Brightest And Best Of The Sons Of The Morning

  Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining; Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Savior of all! Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor secure; Richer by far is the heart’s adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

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• [Ayb 38:7] Perfect World, By Adam Trod, The

  The perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple built by God; His fiat laid the corner stone, And heaved its pillars one by one. He hung its starry roof on high, The broad expanse of azure sky; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning light. The mountains in their places stood, The sea, the sky; and all was good; And when its first pure praises rang, The morning stars together rang. Lord, ’tis not ours to make the sea, And earth, and sky, a house for Thee; But in Thy sight our offering stands, A humbler temple, made with hands.

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• [Ayb 38:7] Sound Over All Waters

  Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands, The chorus of voices, the clasping of hands; Sing hymns that were sung by the stars of the morn, Sing songs of the angels when Jesus was born. Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south, let the strong quarrel cease; Sing songs of great joy that the angels began, Of glory to God and of good will to man.
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• [Ayb 38:7] Stars Of The Morning

  Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright, Filled with celestial splendor and light, These that, where night never followeth day, Raise the “Thrice Holy” song ever and aye. These are Thy ministers, these dost Thou own, God of Sabaoth, the nearest Thy throne; These are Thy messengers, These dost Thou send, Help of the helpless ones! man to defend. “Who like the Lord?” thunders Michael the chief; Raphael, “the cure of God,” comforteth grief; And, as at Nazareth, prophet of peace, Gabriel, “the light of God,” bringeth release. Then, when the earth was first poised in mid space, Then, when the planets first sped on their race, Then, when were ended the six days’ employ, Then all the sons of God shouted for joy. Still let them succor us; still let them fight, Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right; Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour, We with the angels may bow and adore.

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Mazmur 90:2

• [Mzm 90:2] Ere Mountains Reared Their Forms Sublime

  Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Or Heav’n and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting Thou art God. A thousand ages, in their flight, With Thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to Thy sight At once their various scenes display. But our brief life’s a shadowy dream, A passing thought that soon is o’er, That fades with morning’s earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. To us, O Lord, the wisdom give Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with Thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end.

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• [Mzm 90:2] Have Mercy On Us, God Most High

  Have mercy on us, God most high, Who lift our hearts to Thee; Have mercy on us worms of earth, Most holy Trinity. Most ancient of all mysteries! Before Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity. When heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown, Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty, Didst live and love alone. Thou wert not born; there was no fount From which Thy Being flowed; There is no end which Thou canst reach; But Thou art simply God. How wonderful creation is, The work that Thou didst bless; And oh, what then must Thou be like, Eternal Loveliness! How beautiful the angels are, The saints how bright in bliss; But with Thy beauty, Lord, compared, How dull, how poor is this. O listen, then, most pitiful, To Thy poor creature’s heart: It blesses Thee that Thou art God; That Thou art what Thou art. Most ancient of all mysteries! Still at Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity.

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• [Mzm 90:2] Through Every Age, Eternal God

  Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was Thy throne ere Heav’n was made, Or earth Thy humble footstool laid. Long hadst Thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned to a man; And long Thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, Return, ye sinners, to your dust. A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in Thine account; Like yesterday’s departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour. Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. But O how oft Thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead. Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee.

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Mazmur 102:25-28

• [Mzm 102:25] Thou, Whose Unmeasured Temple Stands

  Thou, whose unmeasured temple stands, Built over earth and sea, Accept these walls that human hands Have raised, O God, to Thee. Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, Within these courts to bide, The peace that dwelleth without end Serenely by Thy side! And let the Comforter and Friend, Thy Holy Spirit, meet, With those who here in worship bend Before Thy mercy seat. May they who err be guided here To find the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth born passion dies.

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