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Mazmur 103:8

Mazmur 116:5

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Mazmur 86:5

• [Mzm 86:5] How Oft, Alas!

  How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord, How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of His Word. Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return”; Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn; O take the wanderer home. And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardoned rebel live To speak Thy wondrous love? Almighty grace, thy healing power How glorious, how divine! That can to bliss and life restore So vile a heart as mine. Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Savior, I adore; O keep me at Thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 86:5] Wilt Thou Forgive?

  Wilt Thou forgive that sin, by man begun, Which was my sin though it were done before? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. I have a sin of fear, that when I’ve spun My last thread, I shall perish on the shore; But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son Shall shine, as He shines now and heretofore: And, having done that, Thou hast done: I fear no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 103:8

• [Mzm 103:8] Lord, How Wondrous Are His Ways, The

  The Lord, how wondrous are His ways! How firm His truth! how large His grace! He takes His mercy for His throne, And thence He makes His glories known. Not half so high His power hath spread The starry heav’ns above our head, As His rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. Not half so far hath nature placed The rising morning from the west, As His forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those He loves. How slowly doth His wrath arise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if He lets His anger burn, How soon His frowns to pity turn. Amidst His wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins; And while His rod corrects His saints, His ear indulges their complaints. So fathers their young sons chastise With gentle hand and melting eyes; The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that He bestows. He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. But His eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure; From age to age His truth shall reign, Nor children’s children hope in vain.

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Mazmur 116:5

• [Mzm 116:5] O Gracious God, Whose Constant Care

  O gracious God, whose constant care Supplies our golden days, Whose joyous fellowship we share At work, at rest, in play and prayer— Accept our heartfelt praise. We thank Thee, Father, for each word, Each thought-revealing truth, For prophet voices gladly heard, For darling dreams, for friends who stirred The fragile wills of youth. Companion of this sacred hour, Renew in us each day Our lofty purpose; grant us power That worthy thoughts in deeds may flower, In Christlike lives, we pray.

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  source: Cyberhymnal