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Mazmur 103:13

Yesaya 49:15

Matius 7:9-11

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Mazmur 103:13

• [Mzm 103:13] Like As A Father

  When silent falls the gushing tear, O’er cheeks grown pale with care; And on the heart a cross is laid That seems too hard to bear, Remember what our Lord has said, And trust, in weal or woe, His holy Word, that changeth not, Though uttered years ago. Refrain “Like as a father pitieth His children, So the Lord pitieth them that fear Him, So the Lord pitieth them that fear Him.” When one by one our treasured hopes Like autumn leaves decay, And they who made our life most dear Are borne from us away, O look beyond the veil of time, Where springs of comfort flow, And trust His Word, that changeth not, Though uttered years ago. Refrain The clouds that bode the darkest hour The purest light may bring; The heart that mourns its broken chords The sweetest song may sing; Though oft a rugged path we tread, Yet this one thing we know, God’s holy Word can never change, Though uttered years ago. Refrain

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• [Mzm 103:13] Tender Love A Father Has, The

  The tender love a father has For all his children dear, Such love the Lord bestows on them Who worship Him in fear. The Lord remembers we are dust, And all our frailty knows; Man’s days are like the tender grass, And as the flower he grows. The flower is withered by the wind That smites with blighting breath; So man is quickly swept away Before the blast of death. Unchanging is the love of God, From age to age the same, Displayed to all who do His will And reverence His Name. Those who His gracious cov’nant keep The Lord will ever bless; Their children’s children shall rejoice To see His righteousness.

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Yesaya 49:15

• [Yes 49:15] I Will Not Forget Thee

  Sweet is the promise “I will not forget thee,” Nothing can molest or turn my soul away; E’en though the night be dark within the valley, Just beyond is shining an eternal day. Refrain I will not forget thee or leave thee, In My hands I’ll hold thee, In My arms I’ll fold thee, I will not forget thee or leave thee; I am thy Redeemer, I will care for thee. Trusting the promise “I will not forget thee,” Onward I will go with songs of joy and love, Though earth despise me, Though my friends forsake me, I shall be remembered in my home above. Refrain When at the golden portals I am standing, All my tribulations, all my sorrows past; How sweet to hear the blessèd proclamation, “Enter, faithful servant, welcome home at last.” Refrain

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Matius 7:9-11

• [Mat 7:11] O Thou That Hearest Prayer

  O Thou that hearest prayer, Attend our humble cry, And let Thy servants share Thy blessing from on high: We plead the promise of Thy Word; Grant us Thy Holy Spirit, Lord. If earthly parents hear Their children when they cry, If they, with love sincere, Their children’s wants supply, Much more wilt Thou Thy love display, And answer when Thy children pray. Our heavenly Father, Thou! We, children of Thy grace! O let Thy Spirit now Descend, and fill the place; That all may feel the heavenly flame, And all unite to praise Thy Name. O may that sacred Fire, Descending from above, Our quickened hearts inspire With fervent zeal and love, Enlighten our beclouded eyes, And teach our earth-bound souls to rise. And send Thy Spirit down On all the nations, Lord, With great success to crown The preaching of Thy Word; Till heathen lands shall own Thy sway, And cast their idol-gods away.

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Lukas 11:11-13

• [Luk 11:13] Come, Thou Holy Paraclete

  Come, Thou holy Paraclete, And from Thy celestial seat Send Thy light and brilliancy: Father of the poor, draw near; Giver of all gifts, be here; Come, the soul’s true radiancy. Come, of comforters the best, Of the soul the sweetest guest, Come in toil refreshingly: Thou in labor rest most sweet, Thou art shadow from the heat, Comfort in adversity. O Thou Light, most pure and blest, Shine within the inmost breast Of Thy faithful company. Where Thou art not, man hath naught; Every holy deed and thought Comes from Thy divinity. What is soilèd, make Thou pure; What is wounded, work its cure; What is parchèd, fructify; What is rigid, gently bend; What is frozen, warmly tend; Strengthen what goes erringly. Fill Thy faithful, who confide In Thy power to guard and guide, With Thy sevenfold mystery. Here Thy grace and virtue send: Grant salvation to the end, And in Heav’n felicity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal