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Mazmur 130:5

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Mazmur 119:33

• [Mzm 119:33] Carry Your Bible

  Carry your Bible with you, Let all its blessings outflow; It will supply you each moment— Take it wherever you go! Refrain Take it wherever you go, Take it wherever you go, God’s message of love Sent down from above, Oh, take it wherever you go! Carry the word of pardon, Sweeter each day it will grow; Somewhere some heart will be waiting— Take it wherever you go! Refrain Carry the wondrous story, Tell it to hearts plunged in woe; This word of gracious redemption— Take it wherever you go! Refrain Carry the word of promise; Sinners unpardoned may know God’s path from sin unto safety— Take it wherever you go! Refrain

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• [Mzm 119:33] My Mother’s Bible (morris)

  This book is all that’s left me now! Tears will unbidden start— With faltering lip and throbbing brow I press it to my heart. For many generations past, Here is our family tree! My mother’s hands this Bible clasped, She, dying, gave it me. Ah, well do I remember those Whose names these records bear; Who round the hearth-stone used to close After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said, In tones my heart would thrill! Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still! My father read this holy book To brothers, sisters dear; How calm was my poor mother’s look, Who leaned God’s Word to hear! Her angel face—I see it yet! What thronging memories come— Again that little group is met Within the halls of home! Thou truest friend man ever knew, Thy constancy I’ve tried; When all were false I found thee true, My counselor and guide. The mines of earth no treasures give, That could this volume buy; In teaching me the way to live, It taught me how to die.

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Mazmur 119:153

• [Mzm 119:153] Regard My Grief And Rescue Me

  Regard my grief and rescue me, For I do not forget Thy laws; As Thou hast promised, save me, Lord, Redeem my soul, and plead my cause. Far is salvation from the men Who do not seek Thy statutes, Lord; Great are Thy mercies, quicken me According to Thy holy Word. I bear the spite of many foes, Yet from Thy law I do not swerve; I saw the faithless and was grieved, For they Thy Word do not observe. Behold how I Thy precepts love! In kindness, Lord, revive Thou me; The sum of all Thy Word is truth; Thy Word abides eternally.

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Mazmur 130:5

• [Mzm 130:5] My Rest

  Deep and deeper fell the shadows, Nearer seemed the golden strand, And my trusting heart was waiting, Passive in my Savior’s hands; O how brightly o’er my spirit Came a radiance from afar, Like the blush of early morning, Like the rising of a star. Refrain I was waiting, calmly waiting, Not a fear was in my breast; I had trusted my Redeemer, And in Him was now my rest. Nearer seemed the shining portals, But the Master said to me, “There are sheaves that must be garnered Ere the reaping dawns for thee; Yet I know that thou wert weary, And I bade thy heart repose By a healing stream that murmurs Where the Rose of Sharon grows.” Refrain In the silent hours of midnight, When my waking thoughts take wings, O the tranquil peace He gives me, And the hallowed songs He brings! He has crowned me with His blessing, And I now by faith can say, I am going forth with vigor, Still rejoicing on my way. Refrain

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• [Mzm 130:5] My Savior, On The Word Of Truth

  My Savior, on the word of truth In earnest hope I live; I ask for all the precious things Thy boundless love can give. I look for many a lesser light About my path to shine; But chiefly long to walk with Thee, And only trust in Thine. In holy expectation held, Thy strength my heart shall stay, For Thy right hand will never let My trust be cast away. Yea, Thou hast kept me near Thy feet, In many a deadly strife, By the stronghold of hope in Thee, The hope of endless life. Thou knowest that I am not blest As Thou wouldst have me be, Till all the peace and joy of faith Possess my soul in Thee And still I seek ’mid many fears, With yearnings unexpressed, The comforts of Thy strengthening love, Thy soothing, settling rest. It is not as Thou wilt with me, Till, humbled in the dust; I know no place in all my heart Wherein to put my trust. Until I find, O Lord, in Thee, The Lowly and the Meek, That fullness which Thy own redeemed Go nowhere else to seek. Then, O my Savior, on my soul, Cast down, but not dismayed, Still be Thy chastening, healing hand In tender, mercy laid. And while I wait for all Thy joys, My yearning heart to fill, Teach me to walk and work with Thee, And at Thy feet sit still.

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  source: Cyberhymnal