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Mazmur 8:7

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Mazmur 4:5

• [Mzm 4:5] Since All The Downward Tracts Of Time

  Since all the downward tracts of time God’s watchful eye surveys, O who so wise to choose our lot Or to appoint our ways? Good when He gives, supremely good, Nor less when He denies; E’en crosses from His sovereign hand Are blessings in disguise. Why should we doubt a Father’s love, So constant and so kind? To His unerring, gracious will Be every wish resigned.
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• [Mzm 4:5] Trust

  All that our Savior hath spoken Came from the heart of God; Surely it cannot be broken, Sealed with His precious blood. Refrain Tempests may rage and thunder, Mountains be rent asunder, Nations may fear and wonder— Trust, and be undismayed. As unto Abram was given God’s cov’nant word of peace, “Counting the stars” of the even— So shall thy faith increase. Refrain Trust when the light warm and tender Seemeth to Thee withdrawn; Wait a few hours, and in splendor Morning again will dawn! Refrain Trust! tho’ all others forsake thee, Yet there remains one Friend; Mercy and truth shall o’ertake thee Down to thy journey’s end. Refrain Trust under every condition Till thou shalt reach thy home; Trust, till in perfect fruition That which is real hath come. Refrain

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• [Mzm 4:5] What Shall We Offer Our Good Lord?

  What shall we offer our good Lord, Poor nothings! for His boundless grace! Fain would we His great Name record, And worthily set forth His praise. Great object of our growing love, To Whom our more than all we owe, Open the fountain from above, And let it our full souls o’erflow. So shall our lives Thy power proclaim, Thy grace for every sinner free; Till all mankind shall learn Thy Name, Shall all stretch out their hands to Thee. Open a door which earth and hell May strive to shut, but strive in vain; Let Thy Word richly in us dwell, And let our gracious fruit remain. O multiply the sower’s seed! And fruit we every hour shall bear, Throughout the world Thy Gospel spread, Thy everlasting truth declare. We all, in perfect love renewed, Shall know the greatness of Thy power; Stand in the temple of our God, As pillars, and go out no more.

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Mazmur 89:52

• [Mzm 89:52] O Blessèd Be The Lord

  O blessèd be the Lord For His eternal Word, That sheds around the paths we tread Its calm and steady rays: Come, worship at His throne; O make His wonders known, And let His temple gates be filled With songs of praise. O blessèd be the Lord, In Heav’n and earth adored; The God of truth and righteousness, Our hope beyond the grave; Let anthems to the skies In joyful concert rise; O praise the Lord, whose mighty arm Is strong to save. O blessèd be our King, Whose Name the angels sing, While all the ransomed host above Their crowns before Him cast; O blessèd be our King, Who soon His own shall bring; Forever there, to rest from care, With Him at last.

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Mazmur 42:8

• [Mzm 42:8] Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended, The

  The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As o’er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away. The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren ’neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, Like earth’s proud empires, pass away: Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.

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• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, Through All My Days

  God of my life, through all my days, My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise; My song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the dark and silent night. When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. When death o’er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. But O! when that last conflict’s o’er, And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo through the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round the throne. The cheerful tribute will I give, Long as a deathless soul shall live; A work so sweet, a theme so high, Demands and crowns eternity.

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• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, To Thee I Call

  God of my life, to Thee I call; Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall; When the great water floods prevail Leave not my trembling heart to fail! Friend of the friendless and the saint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor! Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner’s plea? Does not the Word still fixed remain That none shall seek Thy face in vain? That were a grief I could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. Fair is the lot that’s cast for me! I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most, Have no such privilege to boast. Poor thou I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

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• [Mzm 42:8] My Lord, My Life, My Love

  My Lord, my Life, my Love, To Thee, to Thee I call; I cannot live if Thou remove: Thou art my joy, my all. My only sun to cheer The darkness where I dwell; The best and only true delight My song hath found to tell. To Thee in very Heaven The angels owe their bliss; To Thee the saints, whom Thou hast called Where perfect pleasure is. And how shall man, Thy child, Without Thee happy be, Who hath no comfort nor desire In all the world but Thee? Return, my Love, my Life; Thy grace hath won my heart; If Thou forgive, if Thou return, I will no more depart.

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• [Mzm 42:8] Slowly Sinks The Setting Sun

  Slowly sinks the setting sun, Now the work of day is done; Lord, we come a thankful throng, Raise to Thee our evening song. For Thy tender care bestowed, For Thy pardoning blood which flowed; For Thy love that crowns our days, Lord, accept our grateful praise. And when sets life’s weary sun, When the toil of earth is done, To Thy home of perfect rest, Lord, receive us, ever blest. For the robe, the palm, the blood, May we always praise our God, And with all the ransomed throng, Swell high Heaven’s triumphant song.

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