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Mazmur 51:13

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Mazmur 22:22

• [Mzm 22:22] Amid The Thronging Worshippers

  Amid the thronging worshippers Jehovah will I bless, Before my brethren, gathered there, His Name I will confess. Come, praise Him, ye that fear the Lord, Ye children of His grace, With reverence sound His glories forth And bow before His face. The burden of the sorrowful The Lord will not despise; He has not turned from those that mourn, He hearkens to their cries. His goodness makes me join the throng Where saints His praise proclaim, And there will I fulfill my vows ’Mid those who fear His Name. He feeds with good the humble soul And satisfies the meek, And they shall live and praise the Lord Who for His mercy seek. The ends of all the earth take thought, The nations seek the Lord; They worship Him, the King of kings, In earth and Heav’n adored.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 22:27

• [Mzm 22:27] Ends Of All The Earth Shall Hear, The

  The ends of all the earth shall hear And turn unto the Lord in fear; All kindreds of the earth shall own And worship Him as God alone. Refrain All earth to Him her homage brings, The Lord of lords, the King of kings. For His the kingdom, His of right, He rules the nations by His might; All earth to Him her homage brings, The Lord of lords, the King of kings. Refrain Both rich and poor, both bond and free Shall worship Him on bended knee, And children’s children shall proclaim The glorious honor of His Name. Refrain The Lord’s unfailing righteousness All generations shall confess, From age to age shall all be taught What wondrous works the Lord has wrought. Refrain

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• [Mzm 22:27] Now Before Thee, Lord, We Gather

  Now before Thee, Lord, we gather To receive Thy precious Word; Let Thy grace in showers, O Father, On our parchèd hearts be poured. Send Thy Holy Spirit o’er us, With Thy quick’ning fire restore us, At Thy table spread before us Fill our hung’ring souls, dear Lord. May Thy Word, to us now given, Be retained in hearts contrite; On the narrow way to Heaven Lead us in Thy perfect light. Hush, within us, all commotion, Silence each disturbing notion; May we, Lord, with true devotion Use this hour of grace aright. Of the time may we avail us, When to seek us Thou art near; Soon the day of grace may fail us, And no message more we hear. Turn our minds to meditation On our need of Thy salvation; Urge on all Thine invitation— To our prayer incline Thine ear.

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• [Mzm 22:27] O Master Of The Waking World

  O Master of the waking world, Who hast the nations in Thy heart, The heart that bled and broke to send God’s love to earth’s remotest part: Show us anew in Calvary The wondrous power that makes us free. On every side the walls are down, The gates swing wide to every land, The restless tribes and races feel The pressure of Thy piercèd hand; Thy way is in the sea and air, Thy world is open everywhere. We hear the throb of surging life, The clank of chains, the curse of greed, The moan of pain, the futile cries Of superstition’s cruel creed; The peoples hunger for Thee, Lord, The isles are waiting for Thy Word. Thy witness in the souls of men, Thy Spirit’s ceaseless, brooding power, In lands where shadows hide the light, Await a new creative hour: O mighty God, set us aflame To show the glory of Thy Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 69:30-32

• [Mzm 69:30] O Lord, All Glorious, Life Of Life

  O Lord, all glorious, Life of life! To Thee we raise our grateful song; Lift up our souls from thoughts of self To Thee, to Whom all lives belong. Below all depths Thy mercy lies, Above all heights Thy love ascends; Thy providence our path surrounds, Thy watchful care each step attends. From Thee all good desires proceed, All holy thoughts we gain from Thee; The good we do is Thine alone, Thine shall our heart’s thanksgiving be.

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• [Mzm 69:30] Raise The Song

  Raise the song, raise the song, sound it far and near, Let the notes of rapture swell With the joyful words they tell; Raise the song, raise the song, happy anthems bring, Telling all who hear the call, the Lord is King. Refrain Bring, merrily bring, voices and hearts to join the song, Sing, merrily sing, raising a chorus full and strong; Ring, merrily ring, echoing bells from Heaven ring! Joy we raise in a song of praise to Christ our King. Raise the song, raise the song, over land and sea, So our music may impart Joy renewed in every heart; Raise the song, raise the song, set the echoes free, Words of praise, thro’ all our days, our song shall be. Refrain Raise the song, raise the song, see the banners sway! May they ever brightly shine Glowing with a light divine; Raise the song, raise the song, joyful anthems bring, Music sweet must ever greet the Lord, our King. Refrain

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Mazmur 71:18

• [Mzm 71:18] From Days Of Early Youth, O God

  From days of early youth, O God, By Thee have I been taught, And faithfully have I declared The wonders Thou hast wrought. O gracious God, forsake me not When I am old and gray, That unto those that follow me I may Thy might display. Thy perfect righteousness, O God, The height of Heav’n exceeds, O who is like to Thee, who hast Performed such mighty deeds? Thou Who hast sent me many griefs, Wilt yet my soul restore, And out of sorrow’s lowest depths Wilt bring me forth once more. O turn again and comfort me, My waning strength increase, And for Thy faithfulness, O God, My praise shall never cease. Thou Holy One of Israel, To Thee sweet songs I raise; The soul Thou hast redeemed from death Shall give Thee joyful praise. My enemies that seek my hurt Thy help has put to shame; My thankful tongue will ceaselessly Thy righteousness proclaim.

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• [Mzm 71:18] O Gracious God, Forsake Me Not

  O gracious God, forsake me not, When I am old and gray, That unto those that follow me I may Thy might display. Thy perfect righteousness, O God, The height of Heav’n exceeds; O who is like to Thee, who hast Performed such mighty deeds? Thou Who hast sent me many griefs Wilt yet my soul restore, And out of sorrow’s lowest depths Wilt bring me forth once more. O turn again and comfort me, My waning strength increase, And for Thy faithfulness, O God, My praise shall never cease. Thou Holy One of Israel, To Thee sweet songs I raise; The soul Thou hast redeemed from death Shall give Thee joyful praise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal