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Mazmur 6:2-3

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Mazmur 6:2-3

• [Mzm 6:2] Have Mercy, Lord, On Me

  Have mercy, Lord, on me, As Thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, Thy wonted mercy find. Wash off my foul offense, And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crimes, and see How great my guilt has been. The joy Thy favor gives Let me again obtain, And Thy free Spirit’s firm support My fainting soul sustain. To God the Father, Son, And Spirit glory be, As ’twas, and is, and shall be so To all eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:2] Heal Me, O My Savior

  Heal me, O my Savior, heal; Heal me as I suppliant kneel; Heal me, and my pardon seal. Fresh the wounds that sin hath made; Hear the prayers I oft have prayed, And in mercy send me aid. Helpless, none can help me now; Cheerless, none can cheer but Thou; Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow. Thou the true Physician art; Thou, O Christ, canst health impart, Binding up the bleeding heart. Other comforters are gone; Thou canst heal, and Thou alone; Thou for all my sins atone. Heal me, then, my Savior, heal: Heal me, as I suppliant kneel; To Thy mercy I appeal.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:2] When My Love To God Grows Weak

  When my love to God grows weak, [or When my love to Christ grows weak] When for deeper faith I seek, Then in thought I go to thee, Garden of Gethsemane. There I walk amid the shades While the lingering twilight fades See that suffering, friendless One, Weeping, praying there alone. When my love for man grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary, I go To thy scenes of fear and woe. There behold His agony, Suffered on the bitter tree; See His anguish, see His faith, Love triumphant still in death. Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self sacrifice.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:3] Now Let Us All Arise And Sing

  Now let us all arise and sing The coming kingdom of our King, The time when all shall brothers be, Each loving each, all loving Thee. How long, O Lord, O Lord, how long Shall these Thy weak ones suffer wrong? O when shall dawn the glorious day For which we hope and work and pray? Dear Father, use what means Thou wilt To cleanse our lives from greed and guilt; Help us to put away our sin And learn to bring Thy kingdom in.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:3] Return To Bless My Waiting Eyes

  Return to bless my waiting eyes, And cheer my mourning heart, O Lord! Without Thee, all beneath the skies No real pleasure can afford. When Thy loved presence meets my sight, It softens care, and sweetens toil; The sun shines forth with double light, The whole creation wears a smile. Upon thine arm of love I rest, Thy gracious voice forbids my fear; No storms disturb my peaceful breast, No foes assault when Thou art near. But ah! since Thou hast been away, Nothing but trouble have I known; And Satan marks me for his prey Because he sees me left alone. My sun is hid, my comforts lost, My graces droop, my sins revive; Distressed, dismayed, and tempest tossed, My soul is only just alive! Lord, hear my cry and come again! Put all mine enemies to shame, And let them see, ’tis not in vain That I have trusted in Thy Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 38:3-8

• [Mzm 38:4] Alas, My God, My Sins Are Great

  Alas! my God! my sins are great, My conscience doth upbraid me; And now I find that at my strait No man hath power to aid me. And fled I hence, in my despair, In some lone spot to hide me, My griefs would still be with me there, Thy hand still hold and guide me. Nay, Thee I seek—I merit naught, Yet pity and restore me; Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot, Thy Son hath suffered for me. If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher, Here spare me not; if Heaven I win, On earth I gladly suffer. But curb my heart, forgive my guilt, Make Thou my patience firmer, For they must miss the good Thou wilt, Who at Thy teachings murmur. Then deal with me as seems Thee best, Thy grace will help me bear it, If but at last I see Thy rest, And with my Savior share it.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 38:4] O The Darkness, O The Sorrow

  O the darkness, O the sorrow, O the misery of sin! When will dawn the promised morrow That shall bring deliverance in? One there was ordained to languish, Guiltless, in Gethsemane; One there was Who died in anguish Innocent, on Calvary. Jesus was the Burden-bearer, God’s own Son the Sacrifice; Of the griefs of man the Sharer, Of his soul the Ransom-price. ’Tis the Christ, the Ever-living, Ever-loving, Ever-blest, By the Comforter still giving Pardon, holiness, and rest. Can the love so freely given, Can the blood so freely shed, Fail to draw the earth to Heaven, Fail to bring alive its dead? Rise, O children of the Father, Stand, ye brothers of the Son, In unyielding ranks together Till the crown of Christ be won; Till the lands of sin and sorrow, Darker than the ancient night, Shall behold the promised morrow Beam on them with saving light.

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  source: Cyberhymnal