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Mazmur 19:8-11

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Mazmur 19:8-11

• [Mzm 19:8] I Love The Volumes Of Thy Word

  I love the volumes of Thy Word; What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distressed! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. From the discoveries of Thy law The perfect rules of life I draw; These are my study and delight: Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace past Appears so pleasing to the sight. Thy threat’nings wake my slumb’ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But ’tis Thy blessèd Gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read Thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain.

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• [Mzm 19:8] Law Of God Is Good And Wise, The

  The law of God is good and wise, And sets His will before our eyes, Shows us the way of righteousness, And dooms to death when we transgress. Its light of holiness imparts The knowledge of our sinful hearts, That we may see our lost estate And seek deliverance ere too late. To those who help in Christ have found And would in works of love abound It shows what deeds are His delight And should be done as good and right. When men the offered help disdain And willfully in sin remain, Its terror in their ear resounds And keeps their wickedness in bounds. The law is good, but since the fall Its holiness condemns us all; It dooms us for our sin to die And has no power to justify. To Jesus we for refuge flee, Who from the curse has set us free, And humbly worship at His throne, Saved by His grace through faith alone.

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• [Mzm 19:11] Now Woods And Wolds Are Sleeping

  Now woods and wolds are sleeping, And darkness fast is creeping O’er byre, hearth, and hall; But thou, my soul, ere slumber, For blessings passing number Exalt the Giver of them all. Ye also, O my dearest, My friends and kindred nearest, God rest you safe from harm! His angel hosts attend ye, Their golden shields defend ye, From nightly danger and alarm.
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Yehezkiel 36:27

• [Yeh 36:27] Spirit Of God, That Moved Of Old

  Spirit of God, that moved of old Upon the waters’ darkened face, Come, when our faithless hearts are cold, And stir them with an inward grace. Thou that art power and peace combined, All highest strength, all purest love, The rushing of the mighty wind, The brooding of the gentle dove. Come, give us still Thy powerful aid, And urge us on, and make us Thine; Nor leave the hearts that once were made Fit temples for Thy grace divine. Nor let us quench Thy sev’nfold light; But still with softest breathings stir Our wayward souls, and lead us right, O Holy Ghost, the Comforter.

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