Himne Indonesia

Mazmur 6:2

Mazmur 51:1

Himne Inggris

Mazmur 6:2

• [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.

  Play

  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.

  Play

  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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 41:4

• [Mzm 41:4] Before Thee, God, Who Knowest All

  Before Thee, God, who knowest all, With grief and shame I prostrate fall, I see my sins against Thee, Lord, The sins of thought, of deed, and word. They press me sore; I cry to Thee: O God, be merciful to me! O Lord, my God, to Thee I pray: O cast me not in wrath away! Let Thy good Spirit ne’er depart, But let Him draw to Thee my heart That truly penitent I be: O God, be merciful to me! O Jesus, let Thy precious blood Be to my soul a cleansing flood. Turn not, O Lord, Thy guest away, But grant that justified I may Go to my house at peace with Thee: O God, be merciful to me!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 51:1

• [Mzm 51:1] God, Be Mer­ci­ful To Me

  God, be merciful to me, On Thy grace I rest my plea; Plenteous in compassion Thou, Blot out my transgressions now; Wash me, make me pure within, Cleanse, O cleanse me from my sin. My transgressions I confess, Grief and guilt my soul oppress; I have sinned against Thy grace And provoked Thee to Thy face; I confess Thy judgment just, Speechless, I Thy mercy trust. I am evil, born in sin; Thou desirest truth within. Thou alone my Savior art, Teach Thy wisdom to my heart; Make me pure, Thy grace bestow, Wash me whiter than the snow. Broken, humbled to the dust By Thy wrath and judgment just, Let my contrite heart rejoice And in gladness hear Thy voice; From my sins O hide Thy face, Blot them out in boundless grace. Gracious God, my heart renew, Make my spirit right and true; Cast me not away from Thee, Let Thy Spirit dwell in me; Thy salvation’s joy impart, Steadfast make my willing heart. Sinners then shall learn from me And return, O God, to Thee; Savior, all my guilt remove, And my tongue shall sing Thy love; Touch my silent lips, O Lord, And my mouth shall praise accord.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 51:1] Show Pi­ty, Lord, O Lord, For­give

  Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not Thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in Thee? My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of Thy grace: Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, So let Thy pardoning love be found. O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offenses pain my eyes. My lips with shame my sins confess Against Thy law, against Thy grace: Lord, should Thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce Thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round Thy Word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal