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Mazmur 63:4

Mazmur 141:2

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Mazmur 63:4

• [Mzm 63:4] Great God, Indulge My Humble Claim

  Great God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose Thy Name Stand all engaged to make me blest. Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am Thine by sacred ties; Thy son, Thy servant, bought with blood. With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For Thee I long, to Thee I look, As travelers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water brook. With early feet I love t’ appear Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face; Oft have I seen Thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace. Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste, Nor all the joys our senses know, Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise my cheerful passions so. My life itself without Thy love No taste of pleasure could afford; ’Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from the Lord. Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of Thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed. I’ll lift my hands, I’ll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.

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Mazmur 141:2

• [Mzm 141:2] Holy Air Is Breathing Round, A

  A holy air is breathing round, A fragrance from above; Be every soul from sense unbound, Be every spirit love. O God, unite us heart to heart, In sympathy divine, That we be never drawn apart, To love not Thee nor Thine. But by the cross of Jesus taught, And all His gracious word, Be nearer to each other brought, And nearer Thee, O Lord.
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• [Mzm 141:2] Lord, In Thy Sight, O Let My Prayer

  Lord, in Thy sight, O let my prayer Like morning incense rise; My lifted hands accepted be An evening sacrifice. From hasty language curb my tongue, And let a constant guard Still keep the portal of my lips With wary silence barred. From wicked men’s designs and deeds My heart and hands restrain; Nor let me share their evil works, Or their unrighteous gain. Let upright men reprove my faults, And I shall think them kind; Like healing oil upon my head I their reproof shall find.

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• [Mzm 141:2] Precious Moments

  O the precious, precious moments That we spend before the throne, And to Jesus, our Redeemer, Make our wants and wishes known. Refrain O the peace that like a river From the mount of blessing flows; How it calms the weary spirit To a gentle, soft repose! O the precious, precious moments, When a loving voice we hear, In a whisper, low and tender, Breathing words of happy cheer. Refrain O the precious, precious moments, When the eye of faith shall see Visions of eternal glory, Endless raptures yet to be. Refrain There’s a balm for every trial, And a rest from every care, There’s a joy for every sorrow, At the golden gate of prayer. Refrain

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Ratapan 2:19

• [Rat 2:19] Our Cities Cry To You, O God

  Our cities cry to you, O God, From out their pain and strife; You made us for Yourself alone, But we choose alien life. Our goals are pleasure, gold, and power; Injustice stalks our earth; In vain we seek for rest, for joy, For sense of human worth. Yet still You walk our streets, O Christ! We know Your presence here, Where humble Christians love and serve In godly grace and fear. O Word made flesh, be seen in us! May all we say and do Affirm You God incarnate still And turn sad hearts to You! Your people are Your hands and feet To serve Your world today; Our lives, the book our cities read To help them find your way. O pour Your sovereign Spirit out On heart and will and brain: Inspire Your church with love and power To ease our cities’ pain! O healing Savior, Prince of Peace, Salvation’s source and sum, For You our broken cities cry— O come, Lord Jesus, come! With truth Your royal diadem, With righteousness Your rod, O come, Lord Jesus, bring to earth The city of our God!

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Ratapan 3:41

• [Rat 3:41] Lift Up Your Hearts

  “Lift up your hearts!” We lift them, Lord, to Thee; Here at Thy feet none other may we see; “Lift up your hearts!” E’en so, with one accord, We lift them up, we lift them to the Lord. Above the level of the former years, The mire of sin, the weight of guilty fears, The mist of doubt, the blight of love’s decay, O Lord of Light, lift all our hearts today! Above the swamps of subterfuge and shame, The deeds, the thoughts, that honor may not name, The halting tongue that dares not tell the whole, O Lord of Truth, lift every Christian soul! Above the storms that vex this lower state, Pride, jealousy, and envy, rage, and hate, And cold mistrust that holds e’en friends apart, O Lord of Love, lift every brother’s heart! Lift every gift that Thou Thyself hast given; Low lies the best till lifted up to heaven; Low lie the bounding heart, the teeming brain, Till, sent from God, they mount to God again. Then, as the trumpet call, in after years, “Lift up your hearts!” rings pealing in our ears, Still shall those hearts respond, with full accord “We lift them up, we lift them to the Lord!”

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• [Rat 3:41] We Lift Our Hearts To Thee

  We lift our hearts to Thee, O Day Star from on high! The sun itself is but Thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. O let Thine orient beams The night of sin disperse, The mists of error and of vice Which shade the universe. How beauteous nature now: How dark and sad before! With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature’s God adore. O may no gloomy crime Pollute the rising day; Or Jesus’ blood, like evening dew, Wash all the stains away. May we this life improve, To mourn for errors past; And live this short, revolving day As if it were our last. To God—the Father, Son, And Spirit—One in Three, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall forever be.

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