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Mazmur 104:1-2

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Mazmur 104:1-2

• [Mzm 104:1] Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned

  Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior’s brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o’erflow, His lips with grace o’erflow. To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue Its noblest tribute bring When He’s the subject of the song, Who can refuse to sing? Who can refuse to sing? Survey the beauties of His face, And on His glories dwell; Think of the wonders of His grace, And all His triumphs tell, And all His triumphs tell. No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair Who fill the heav’nly train, Who fill the heav’nly train. He saw me plunged in deep distress And flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross And carried all my grief, And carried all my grief. His hand a thousand blessings pours Upon my guilty head: His presence gilds my darkest hours, And guards my sleeping bed, And guards my sleeping bed. To Him I owe my life and breath And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death And saves me from the grave, And saves me from the grave. To Heav’n, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete, And makes my joys complete. Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine, Lord, they should all be Thine.

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• [Mzm 104:1] Majesty

  Majesty, worship his majesty; Unto Jesus be all glory, honor, and praise. Majesty, kingdom authority, Flow from his throne unto his own, his anthem raise. So exalt, lift up on high the name of Jesus. Magnify, come glorify Christ Jesus, the King. Majesty, worship his majesty, Jesus who died, now glorified, King of all kings.
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• [Mzm 104:1] My Soul, Bless The Lord!

  My soul, bless the Lord! the Lord is most great, With glory arrayed, majestic His state; The light is His garment, the skies are his shade, And over the waters His courts has He laid. He rides on the clouds, the wings of the storm, The lightning and wind His mission perform; The earth He has founded her station to keep, And wrapped as a vesture about her the deep. O’er mountain and plain the dark waters raged; His voice they obeyed, the floods were assuaged; Uplifting the mountains He ordered a bound, Forbidding the waters to cover the ground. He causes the springs of water to flow In streams ’mid the hills and valleys below; Beside them with singing the birds greet the day, And there the beasts gather their thirst to allay. He waters the hills with rain from the skies, And plentiful grass and herbs He supplies, Supplying the cattle, and blessing man’s toil With bread in abundance, with wine and with oil. The trees which the Lord has planted are fed, And over the earth their branches are spread; They keep in their shelter the birds of the air, The life of each creature the Lord makes His care. Thy Spirit, O Lord, makes life to abound, The earth is renewed, and fruitful the ground; To God ascribe glory and wisdom and might, Let God in His creatures forever delight. Rejoicing in God, my thought shall be sweet, While sinners depart in ruin complete; My soul, bless Jehovah, His Name be adored, Come, praise Him, ye people, and worship the Lord.

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• [Mzm 104:1] O Worship The King

  O worship the King, all glorious above, O gratefully sing His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space, His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. The earth with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old; Established it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. O measureless might! Ineffable love! While angels delight to worship Thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall all sing Thy praise. My foule praise the Lord, speake good of his Name, O Lord our great God how doeft thou appeare, So passing in glorie, that great is thy fame, Honour and maieftie, in thee fhine moft cleare. His chamber beames lie, in the clouds full fure, Which as his chariot, are made him to beare. And there with much fwitneff his courfe doth endure: Vpon the wings riding, of winds in the aire.

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• [Mzm 104:1] Tell Out, My Soul

  Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord! Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice; Tender to me the promise of His Word; In God my Savior shall my heart rejoice. Tell out, my soul, the greatness of His Name! Make known His might, the deeds His arm has done; His mercy sure, from age to age the same; His holy Name, the Lord, the mighty One. Tell out, my soul, the greatness of His might! Powers and dominions lay their glory by; Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight; The hungry fed, the humble lifted high. Tell out, my soul, the glories of His Word! Firm is His promise, and His mercy sure. Tell out my soul, the greatness of the Lord To children’s children and forevermore!

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Yesaya 63:1

• [Yes 63:1] Boundless Salvation

  O boundless salvation! deep ocean of love, O fullness of mercy, Christ brought from above, The whole world redeeming, so rich and so free, Now flowing for all men, now flowing for all men, Now flowing for all men, come, roll over me! My sins they are many, their stains are so deep, And bitter the tears of remorse that I weep; But useless is weeping; thou great crimson sea, Thy waters can cleanse me, thy waters can cleanse me, Thy waters can cleanse me, come, roll over me! My tempers are fitful, my passions are strong, They bind my poor soul and they force me to wrong; Beneath thy blest billows deliverance I see, O come, mighty ocean, O come, mighty ocean, O come, mighty ocean, and roll over me! Now tossed with temptation, then haunted with fears, My life has been joyless and useless for years; I feel something better most surely would be If once thy pure waters, if once thy pure waters, If once thy pure waters would roll over me. O ocean of mercy, oft longing I’ve stood On the brink of thy wonderful, life giving flood! Once more I have reachèd this soul cleansing sea, I will not go back, I will not go back, I will not go back till it rolls over me. The tide is now flowing, I’m touching the wave, I hear the loud call of the Mighty to Save; My faith’s growing bolder, delivered I’ll be; I plunge ’neath the waters, I plunge ’neath the waters, I plunge ’neath the waters they roll over me. And now, hallelujah! the rest of my days Shall gladly be spent in promoting His praise Who opened His bosom to pour out this sea Of boundless salvation, of boundless salvation, Of boundless salvation for you and for me.

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• [Yes 63:1] Help Us, O Jesus, Thou Mighty Defender

  Help us, O Jesus, Thou mighty Defender, Help when the forces of evil appear; Help us to battle and never surrender, Help us to conquer, and drive away fear; Satan is cunning, the prince of deceivers, Bringing disaster to many believers. Help us, O Jesus, in hours of temptation, When both our faith and our courage are weak; Teach us to look to the sign of salvation, And near Thy cross a new armor to seek; Then we shall conquer, if Thou wilt befriend us, Thou wilt prevail and our faith will defend us. Help us, O Jesus, when death shall spread terror, And our poor eyes are too feeble to see; Cleanse us and purge us from sin and from error; That we may blindly in faith cling to Thee; Help us, O Jesus, we conquer in dying, Unto the last on Thy mercy relying.

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• [Yes 63:1] Joyful News To All Mankind

  Joyful news to all mankind, Jesus is mighty to save; All who seek shall surely find Jesus is mighty to save. Sinners may relinquish wrong, Faltering hearts may now be strong; Sound the tidings right along, Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save. Refrain Jesus is mighty to save, Jesus is mighty to save; From the uttermost, to the uttermost, Mighty to save! Though as scarlet be the stains, Jesus is mighty to save; Though as steel the binding chains, Jesus is mighty to save. His the glorious sacrifice; His the blood which paid the price; His the love doth now entice; Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save. Refrain Fearful soul, discard thy fears, Jesus is mighty to save; Seeker, haste to dry thy tears, Jesus is mighty to save. With assurance seek His face, Doubt no more His love and grace, Give Him now His rightful place, Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save. Refrain Since His blood for thee was shed, Jesus is mighty to save; Since He lives Who once was dead, Jesus is mighty to save. While in conflict we engage, When the storms around shall rage, All our earthly pilgrimage, Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save. Refrain

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• [Yes 63:1] Lo! The Lord, The Mighty Savior

  Lo! the Lord, the mighty Savior, Quits the grave, His throne to claim; Object of His endless favor, God o’er all exalts His Name; Those who hate Him— Clothed with everlasting shame. Shout for joy, with songs of praises, Ye who in His Name delight; Shout, for God our Savior raises To His throne, in endless might! ’Tis Jehovah— Crowns our Lord in realms of light! God His servant lifts to glory, Bids Him all His honors share: Now, Jehovah, we adore Thee, And Thy righteousness declare: Endless praises— Shall Thy ransomed church prepare.

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• [Yes 63:1] Mighty To Save (thompson)

  I have a Redeemer Who saves me from sin; Now He’s abiding forever within, His life for my ransom so freely He gave— ’Tis Jesus my Savior, mighty to save. Refrain Mighty to save! He’s mighty to save, Yes! Jesus my Savior is mighty to save! Sin’s old allurements no longer I crave; Jesus allures me, mighty to save. I have a Redeemer to pilot me o’er Life’s angry billows to Heaven’s fair shore; I know He will keep me, tho’ wild be the wave— ’Tis Jesus my Savior, mighty to save. Refrain I have a Redeemer, so watchful is He, Walking beside me, my terrors all flee; He guards me in danger, and bids me be brave— ’Tis Jesus my Savior, mighty to save. Refrain I have a Redeemer, I know He is mine, Proving His presence by power divine; I surely can trust Him to conquer the grave— This Jesus my Savior, mighty to save. Refrain

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• [Yes 63:1] Mighty To Save (tood)

  O who is this that cometh From Edom’s crimson plain, With wounded side, with garments dyed? O tell me now thy name. “I that saw thy soul’s distress, A ransom gave; I, that speak in righteousness, Mighty to save.” Refrain Mighty to save, mighty to save, Mighty to save, Lord I trust Thy wondrous love, Mighty to save. O why is Thine apparel With reeking gore all dyed, Like them that tread the wine-press red? O why this bloody tide? “I the wine-press trod alone, ’Neath darkening skies; Of the people there was none Mighty to save.” Refrain O, bleeding Lamb, my Savior, How couldst Thou bear this shame? “With mercy fraught, Mine own arm brought Salvation in My Name: I the bloody fight have won, Conquered the grave; Now the year of joy has come, Mighty to save.” Refrain

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• [Yes 63:1] O Jesus, Our King

  O Jesus, our King, Thy glory we sing, Thy rising declare, And join the pomp, and the benefit share. Thy conquest we feel O’er death and o’er hell, Redeemed from the grave, And bold we proclaim Thee almighty to save. We know that our Head Is risen indeed, Thy record receive, And raised by the power of Thy spirit we live. Thy Spirit attests The truth in our breasts, Thy witness imparts The first resurrection of faith to our hearts. Thou conquered beneath The sharpness of death, Our souls to retrieve, And open the kingdom to all that believe. Believing on Thee, We rise from the tree, And heavenward move, And fly to Thy throne on the wings of Thy love. Thy love that o’ercame Our sorrow and shame, And ransomed our race, And sent Thee to God to prepare us a place; Go after, it cries, Proceed to the skies, By Immanuel led, So follow, and suffer, and reign with your Head.

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• [Yes 63:1] Oh, Bliss Of The Purified

  Oh, bliss of the purified, bliss of the free, I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me; O’er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in His hand. Refrain Oh, sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Mighty to save. Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine, No longer in dread condemnation I pine; In conscious salvation I sing of His grace, Who lifted upon me the light of His face. Refrain Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure! No wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure; No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest, No tears—but may dry them on Jesus’ breast. Refrain O Jesus the Crucified! Thee will I sing, My blessèd Redeemer, my God and my King; My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o’er the grave, And triumph in death in the “Mighty to Save.” Refrain

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• [Yes 63:1] Praise The Redeemer, Almighty To Save

  Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save; Immanuel has triumphed o’er death and the grave! O sing, for the door of the dungeon is open, The Captive came forth at the dawn of the day! How vain the precaution! the signet is broken; The watchmen in terror have fled far away. Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save; Immanuel has triumphed o’er death and the grave! Praise to the Conqueror; oh, tell of His love! In pity to mortals He came from above. O who shall rebuild for the tyrant his prison? The scepter lies broken that fell from his hands; His dominion ended, the Lord is arisen; The helpless shall soon be released from their prison. Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save; Immanuel has triumphed o’er death and the grave!

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• [Yes 63:1] See Him In Raiment Rent

  See Him in raiment rent, With His blood dyed: Women walk sorrowing, By His side. Heavy that cross to Him, Weary the weight: One who will help Him stands At the gate. Multitudes hurrying Pass on the road: Simon is sharing with Him the load. Who is this traveling With the curst tree— This weary prisoner— Who is He? Follow to Calvary, Tread where He rod: This is the Lord of life— Son of God. Is there no loveliness— You who pass by— In that lone Figure which Marks the sky? You Who would love Him, stand, Gaze at His face; Tarry awhile in your Worldly race. As the swift moments fly Through the blest week, Jesus, in penitence, Let us seek. On the cross lifted up, Thy face I scan, Scarred by that agony— Son of Man. Thorns form Thy diadem, Rough wood Thy throne, To Thee Thy outstretched arms Draw Thine own. Nails hold Thy hands and feet, While on Thy breast Sinketh Thy bleeding head Sore oppressed. Loud is Thy bitter cry, Rending the night, As to Thy darkened eyes Fails the light. Shadows of midnight fall, Though it is day; Friends and disciples stand Far away. Loud scoffs the dying thief, Mocking Thy woe; Can this my Savior be Brought so low? Yes, see the title clear, Written above, “Jesus of Nazareth,” Name of love! What, O my Savior dear, What didst Thou see, That made Thee suffer and Die for me? Child of My grief and pain! From realms above, I came to lead thee to Life and love. For thee My blood I shed, For thee I died; Safe in thy faithfulness Now abide. I saw thee wandering, Weak and at strife; I am the Way for thee, Truth and life. Follow My path of pain, Tread where I trod: This is the way of peace Up to God. O I will follow Thee, Star of my soul! Through the great dark I press To the goal. Yes, let me know Thy grief, Carry Thy cross, Share in Thy sacrifice, Gain Thy loss. Daily I’ll prove my love, Through joy and woe; Where Thy hands point the way, There I go. Lead me on year by year, Safe to the end, Jesus, my Lord, my Life, King and Friend.

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• [Yes 63:1] Who Is This Man Of Sorrows?

  Who is this that cometh from Edom, Crimson red His garments dyed? In His hands are cruel nail prints, And a spear wound in His side? Say, who is this “Man of Sorrows”? Why is He thus pierced and scarred? Who with face and form so kingly! Why His beauteous visage marred? Refrain It is Christ, the King of glory, Who His life a ransom gave, Bow before Him, and adore Him, Jesus Christ the mighty to save. Who is this, despised and rejected, Who the winepress trod alone? Who is this by all forsaken, Left to comfort there are none? Who is this oppressed, afflicted, Yet no murmur ever heard; As a Lamb led to the slaughter, Yet He answers not a word! Refrain Who is this with bearing so kingly, And a crown His brow adorns, Not of gold and gems befitting, But of mocking, cruel thorns? Why with many stripes thus beaten? Why thus scourged and spit upon? Why His anguish in the garden, Kneeling, praying all alone? Refrain Who is this on Calvary’s mountain, Dying there such shameful death? Who for His tormentors praying, With His last expiring breath? Who is this that earth should tremble And the sun in darkness hide, Rocks be rent and graves be opened, When He bowed His head and died? Refrain

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• [Yes 63:1] Who Is This That Comes From Edom

  Who is this that comes from Edom, All His garments stained with blood; To the slave proclaiming freedom; Bringing and bestowing good; Glorious in the garb He wears, Glorious in the spoils He bears? ’Tis the Savior, now victorious Traveling onward in His might; ’Tis the Savior, O how glorious To His people is the sight! Jesus now is strong to save, Mighty to redeem the slave. Why that blood His raiment staining? ’Tis the blood of many slain; Of His foes there’s none remaining, None the contest to maintain: Fallen they are, no more to rise, All their glory prostrate lies. This the Savior has effected By His mighty arm alone; See the throne for Him erected; ’Tis an everlasting throne: ’Tis the great reward He gains, Glorious fruit of all His pains. Mighty Victor, reign forever, Wear the crown so dearly won; Never shall thy people, never Cease to sing what Thou hast done; Thou hast fought Thy people’s foes; Thou wilt heal Thy people’s woes.

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• [Yes 63:1] Who Is This, With Garments Gory

  Who is this with garments gory, Triumphing from Bozrah’s way; This that weareth robes of glory, Bright with more than victory’s ray? Who is this unwearied comer From his journey’s sultry length, Traveling through Idumè’s summer In the greatness of his strength? Wherefore red in thine apparel Like the conquerors of the earth, And arrayed like those who carol O’er the reeking vineyard’s mirth? Who art thou, the valleys seeking Where our peaceful harvests wave? “I, in righteous anger speaking, I, the mighty One to save.” “I, that of the raging heathen Trod the winepress all alone, Now in victor garlands wreathen Coming to redeem Mine own: I am He with sprinkled raiment, Glorious for My vengeance hour, Ransoming, with priceless payment, And delivering with power.” Hail! All hail! Thou Lord of Glory! Thee, our Father, Thee we own; Abraham heard not of our story, Israel ne’er our Name hath known. But, Redeemer, Thou hast sought us, Thou hast heard Thy children’s wail, Thou with Thy dear blood hast bought us: Hail! Thou mighty Victor, hail!

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