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Mazmur 66:19

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Mazmur 65:1

• [Mzm 65:1] Before Thee, Lord, A People Waits

  Before Thee, Lord, a people waits To praise Thy Name in Zion’s gates, To Thee shall vows be paid; Thou Hearer of the suppliant’s prayer, To Thee in need shall all repair To seek Thy gracious aid. How great my trespasses appear; But Thou from guilt my soul will clear, And my transgressions hide. How blest Thy chosen, who by grace Are brought within Thy dwelling place That they may there abide. The goodness of Thy house, O Lord, The joys Thy holy courts afford, Our souls shall satisfy; By deeds of might, in justice wrought, The Lord will grant us what we sought, Our Savior, God Most High. On Thy sustaining arm depend, To earth and sea’s remotest end, All men in every age; Thy strength establishes the hills, Thy word the roaring billows stills, And calms the peoples’ rage. The tribes of earth’s remotest lands Behold the tokens of Thy hands And bow in godly fear; The east, where beams the morning light, The west, in evening glories bright, Rejoice, for Thou art near.

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• [Mzm 65:1] For Thee, O God, Our Constant Praise

  For Thee, O God, our constant praise In Zion waits, Thy chosen seat; Our promised altars we will raise, And there our zealous vows complete. O Thou, who to my humble prayer Didst always bend Thy listening ear, To Thee shall all mankind repair, And at Thy gracious throne appear. Our sins, though numberless, in vain, To stop Thy flowing mercy try; Whilst Thou o’erlook’st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye. Blest is the man, who, near Thee placed, Within Thy sacred dwelling lies! While we, at humbler distance, taste The vast delights Thy temple gives.

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• [Mzm 65:1] Praise For Thee, Lord, In Zion Waits

  Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits; Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, And find through Christ salvation there. Our spirits faint; our sins prevail; Leave not our trembling hearts to fail: O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, And still be found the sinner’s friend. How blest Thy saints! how safely led! How surely kept! how richly fed! Savior of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in Thee. Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills; Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, And earthy Thou bounty wide displays. The year is with Thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles and owns her King. Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour; The moral waste within restore; O let Thy love our springtide be, And make us all bear fruit to Thee.

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• [Mzm 65:1] Praise Waits For Thee In Zion

  Praise waits for Thee in Zion; all tribes shall worship there And pay their vows before Thee, O God Who hearest prayer. Our sins rise up against us, prevailing day by day, But Thou wilt show us mercy and take their guilt away. How blest the ones Thou callest and bringest near to Thee, That in Thy courts forever their dwelling place may be; They shall within Thy temple be satisfied with grace, And filled with all the goodness of Thy most holy place. O God of our salvation, since Thou dost love the right, Thou wilt an answer send us in wondrous deeds of might. In all earth’s habitations, on all the boundless sea, We find no sure reliance, no peace, apart from Thee. Thy might sets fast the mountains; strength girds Thee evermore To calm the raging peoples and still the ocean’s roar. Thy majesty and greatness are through all lands confessed, And joy on earth Thou sendest afar from east to west.

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Mazmur 66:19

• [Mzm 66:19] God From On High Hath Heard

  God from on high hath heard; Let sighs and sorrows cease; Lo! from the opening Heav’n descends To man the promised Peace. Hark! through the silent night Angelic voices swell; Their joyful songs proclaim that “God Is born on earth to dwell.” See how the shepherd band Speed on with eager feet; Come to the hallowed cave with them The Holy Babe to greet. But, oh, what sight appears Within that lowly door! A manger, stall, and swaddling clothes, A Child and mother poor! Art Thou the Christ? the Son? The Father’s image bright? And see we Him Whose arm upholds Earth and the starry height? Yea, faith can pierce the cloud Which veils Thy glory now; We hail Thee, God, before Whose throne The angels prostrate bow. A silent Teacher, Lord, Thou bidd’st us not refuse To bear what flesh would have us shun, To shun what flesh would choose. Our sinful pride to cure With that pure love of Thine, O be Thou born within our hearts, Most Holy Child divine.

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• [Mzm 66:19] My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet

  My God, is any hour so sweet From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet— The hour of prayer? Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne, The world I leave. Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiv’n; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude With hopes of Heav’n. No words can tell what sweet relief There for my every want I find, What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What peace of mind. Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in Heav’n to stay; And e’en the penitential tear Is wiped away. Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal