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Mazmur 30:3

• [Mzm 30:3] I Will Extol Thee, Lord On High

  I will extol Thee, Lord on high, At Thy command diseases fly: Who but a God can speak and save, From the dark borders of the grave? Sing to the Lord, ye saints of His, And tell how large His goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless While you record His holiness. His anger but a moment stays; His love is life and length of days; Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 30:3] Lift Your Glad Voices In Triumph On High

  Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die; Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him, Resplendent in glory to live and to save! Loud was the chorus of angels on high, The Savior hath risen, and man shall not die. Glory to God, in full anthems of joy; The being He gave us death cannot destroy: Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to Heaven ascend: Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 55:6

• [Mzm 55:6] On Joyful Wings

  On joyful wings our raptured souls Would mount and spread their flight, And from Mount Pisgah’s top behold The land of pure delight. Refrain Above the clouds, above the stars, That heav’nly region fair, Where He, our Lord and Savior, dwells, Our home, our home is there. Sweet visions oft His love reveals, Of that divine abode; And with His kind, protecting hand, He leads us on the road. Refrain O blessèd hope that bears us up, And stills each throb of care! The night will pass, the morn will come, And we shall soon be there. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 55:6] Wings Of A Dove, The

  Had I the pinions of a dove, How would I fly away, To realms of light and joy and love, In portals of the day! Refrain O give me the wings of a dove, To fly and be at rest, To seek the bliss of Heav’n above Which those who find are blest. Tho’ thru this weary world I tread, At morn, to God my Friend, At noon, and e’er I seek my bed, My prayer shall still ascend. Refrain O cast thy burden on the Lord, Whose goodness doth sustain; The tender mercies of thy God Shall ease thy load of pain. Refrain So thou unmoved shalt pass along, Thru life’s short fleeting day, And carry in thy heart a song, Until the sunset ray. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal