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Mazmur 144:1

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Mazmur 127:1-2

• [Mzm 127:1] Father Of Men, In Whom Are One

  Father of men, in Whom are one All humankind beneath Thy sun, Stablish our work in Thee begun. Except the house be built of Thee, In vain the builder’s toil must be: O strengthen our infirmity. Man lives not for himself alone, In others’ good he finds his own; Life’s worth in fellowship is known. We, friends and comrades on life’s way, Gather within these walls to pray: Bless Thou our fellowship today. O Christ, our Elder Brother, who By serving man God’s will didst do, Help us to serve our brethren, too. Guide us to seek the things above, The base to shun, the pure approve, To live by Thy free law of love. In all our work, in all our play, Be with us, Lord, our Friend, our Stay; Lead onward to the perfect day: Then may we know, earth’s lesson o’er, With comrades missed or gone before, Heav’n’s fellowship for evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 127:1] O Father, All Creating

  O Father, all creating, Whose wisdom, love, and power First bound two lives together In Eden’s primal hour, Today to these Thy children Thine earliest gifts renew, A home by Thee made happy, A love by Thee kept true. O Savior, Guest most bounteous Of old in Galilee, Vouchsafe today Thy presence With these who call on Thee; Their store of earthly gladness Transform to heavenly wine, And teach them, in the tasting, To know the gift is Thine. O Spirit of the Father, Breathe on them from above, So mighty in Thy pureness, So tender in Thy love; That, guarded by Thy presence, From sin and strife kept free, Their lives may own Thy guidance, Their hearts be ruled by Thee. Except Thou build it, Father, The house is built in vain; Except Thou, Savior, bless it, The joy will turn to pain; But naught can break the union Of hearts in Thee made one; And love Thy Spirit hallows Is endless love begun.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 127:1] Unless The Lord The House Shall Build

  Unless the Lord the house shall build, The weary builders toil in vain; Unless the Lord the city shield, The guards a useless watch maintain. In vain you rise ere morning break, And late your nightly vigils keep, And of the bread of toil partake; God gives to His belovèd sleep. Lo, children are a great reward, A gift from God in very truth; With arrows is his quiver stored Who joys in children of his youth. And blest the man whose age is cheered By stalwart sons and daughters fair; No enemies by him are feared, No lack of love, no want of care.

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• [Mzm 127:1] We Cannot Build Alone

  We cannot build alone; to rear, great God, to Thee, A house which Thou wilt own, Thou must the builder be. Not by our might, but Thy power, Must dome and tower take upward flight, Must dome and tower take upward flight. Were all the stones that lie unquarried ’neath the sod Piled up against the sky, it were not worthy God. To make this dear, Lord, condescend Thy head to bend and enter here, Thy head to bend and enter here. Let faith here rear to God! Here love erect her thrones! A house for Thine abode be built of lively stones! We do not err, O Holy Ghost! Pure hearts Thou dost to fanes prefer, Pure hearts Thou dost to fanes prefer. The heavenly only stands: Earth briefly typifies The House not made with hands, eternal in the skies— We see its towers: how sweet to know, When hence we go, that House is ours! When hence we go, that House is ours!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 127:2] He Giveth His Beloved Sleep

  Sorrow and care may meet, The tempest cloud may low’r, The surge of sin may beat Upon earth’s troubled shore; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. The din of war may roll, With all her raging flight, Grief may oppress the soul, Throughout the weary nigh; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. In childhood’s winsome page, In manhood’s joyous bloom, In feebleness and age, In death’s dark gathering gloom, God will His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 127:2] Joy And Light

  Joy and light, joy and light, Over the crystal sea; Come, come, soft and bright, Over the crystal sea. Come on your snowy pinions white, Come in the silent calm of night, Watch when the pale stars keep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Love and rest, love and rest, Carol in silver tone; Glad songs, pure and blest, Carol in silver tone. Come from the fadeless flowers that grow, Come from the sparkling streams that flow, Come in the midnight deep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Voice divine, voice divine, Speak, and our souls shall hear; Sweet, sweet words are Thine, Speak, and our souls shall hear. Tell of a cloudless region fair, Tell of the many mansions there, Speak to the hearts that weep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep.

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• [Mzm 127:2] Of All The Thoughts Of God

  Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the psalmist’s music deep, Now tell me if there any is, For gift or grace surpassing this: “He giveth His belovèd sleep”? What would we give to our beloved? The hero’s heart to be unmoved, The poet’s star tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot’s voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch’s crown, to light the brows? He giveth His belovèd sleep. “Sleep soft, belovèd!” we sometimes say, Who have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His belovèd sleep. His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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Mazmur 144:1

• [Mzm 144:1] O God, The Strength Of Those Who War

  O God, the Strength of those who war, The Hope of those who wait, Be with our sons gone forth to fight, And those who keep the gate. Give to our hosts in battle’s hour Firm hearts and courage high, Thy comfort give to those who fall, Thy peace to those who die. Breathe on our land the spirit calm Which faith in right bestows, And in the hours of dark suspense A faith which stronger grows. In Thee alone we place our hope, Thou Keeper of the just, And Thou, through fight and fire and fears Wilt justify our trust. Thy ways are wonderful, O God, Who makest wars to cease: O let this be the final war That ushers in Thy peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Amsal 10:22

• [Ams 10:22] Sweet The Moments, Rich In Blessing

  Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross we spend, Life and health and peace possessing From the sinner’s dying Friend. Here I stay, forever viewing Mercy streaming in His blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. Truly blessèd is the station, Low before His cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Floating in His languid eye. Here we find our hope of Heaven, While upon the Lamb we gaze; Loving much, and much forgiven, Let our hearts o’erflow with praise. Oh, that, near the cross abiding, We may to the Savior cleave, Naught with Him our hearts dividing, All for Him content to leave! Lord, in ceaseless contemplation Fix our hearts and eyes on Thee, Till we taste Thy full salvation, And unveiled Thy glories see. For Thy sorrows we adore Thee, For the griefs that wrought our peace; Gracious Savior, we implore Thee, In our hearts Thy love increase.

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  source: Cyberhymnal