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Mazmur 49:1--51:19

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Mazmur 49:1--51:19

• [Mzm 49:1] Hear This, All Ye Peo­ple, Hear

  Hear this, all ye people, hear, Earth’s inhabitants, give ear; All of high and low degree, Rich and poor, give heed to me. Truth with all my heart I seek, And my mouth shall wisdom speak; Hearken while in lyric strain I make hidden wisdom plain. Why should I to fear give way When I see the evil day, When with wickedness my foes Shall surround me and oppose? They that trust in treasured gold, Though they boast of wealth untold, None can bid his brother live, None to God a ransom give. If from death one would be free And corruption never see, Costly is life’s ransom price, Far beyond all sacrifice.

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• [Mzm 49:5] Why Should I Fear In Evil Days

  Why should I fear in evil days, With snares encompassed all around? What trust can transient treasures raise For them in riches who abound? His brother who from death can save? What wealth can ransom him from God? What mine of gold defraud the grave? What hoards but vanish at His nod? To live forever is their dream; Their houses by their name they call; While, borne by time’s relentless stream, Around them wise and foolish fall; Their riches others must divide; They plant, but others reap the fruit; In honor man cannot abide, To death devoted, like the brute. This is their folly, this their way; And yet in this their sons delight; Like sheep, of death the destined prey, The future scorn of the upright; The grave their beauty shall consume, Their dwellings never see them more; But God shall raise me from the tomb, And life for endless time restore. What though thy foe in wealth increase, And fame and glory crown his head? Fear not, for all at death shall cease, Nor fame, nor glory, crown the dead: While prosp’ring all around thee smiled, Yet to the grave shalt thou descend; The senseless pride of fortune’s child Shall share the brute creation’s end.

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• [Mzm 49:6] No More, Dear Savior, Will I Boast

  No more, dear Savior, will I boast Of beauty, wealth, or loud applause, The world has all its glories lost, Amid the triumphs of the cross. In every feature of Thy face Beauty her fairest charms displays; Truth, wisdom, majesty, and grace, Shine thence in sweetly mingled rays. Thy wealth the pow’r of thought transcends, ’Tis vast, immense, and all divine; Thy empire, Lord, o’er all extends— The sun, the moon, the stars are Thine. Yet, oh how marvelous the sight! I see Thee on a cross expire; Thy Godhead veiled in sable night, And angels from the scene retire.

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• [Mzm 49:10] Dust To Dust, The Mort­al Dies

  Dust to dust, the mortal dies, Both the foolish and the wise; None forever can remain, Each must leave his hoarded gain. Yet within their heart they say That their houses are for aye, That their dwelling places grand Shall for generations stand. To their lands they give their name In the hope of lasting fame, But man’s honor quickly flies, Like the lowly beast he dies. Though such folly mark their way, Men approve of what they say; Death their shepherd, they the sheep, He within his fold will keep. O’er them soon shall rule the just, All their beauty turn to dust; God my waiting soul shall save, He will raise me from the grave. Let no fear disturb your peace Though one’s house and wealth increase; Death shall end his fleeting day, He shall carry naught away. Though in life he wealth attained, Though the praise of men he gained, He shall join those gone before, Where the light shall shine no more. Crowned with honor though he be, Highly gifted, strong and free, If he be not truly wise, Man is like the beast that dies.

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• [Mzm 49:15] Hark! From The Tombs A Dole­ful Sound

  Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound; My ears, attend the cry; “Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. “Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the rev’rend head Must lie as low as ours!” Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more? Grant us the powers of quick’ning grace, To fit our souls to fly, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We’ll rise above the sky.

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• [Mzm 50:1] Lord Our God Is Clothed With Might, The

  The Lord our God is clothed with might, The winds obey His will; He speaks, and in His heavenly height, He speaks, and in His heavenly height, The rolling sun stands still. Rebel, ye waves, and o’er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts His awful hand, The Lord uplifts His awful hand, And chains you to the shore. Ye winds of night, your force combine; Without His high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow’s rest. His voice sublime is heard afar; In distant peals it dies; He yokes the whirlwind to His car, He yokes the whirlwind to His car, And sweeps the howling skies. Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait His nod; And bid the choral song ascend And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God.

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• [Mzm 50:1] Mighty God, Je­ho­vah, Speaks, The

  The mighty God, Jehovah, speaks And calls the earth from sea to sea; From beauteous Zion God shines forth, He comes and will not silent be; Devouring flame before Him goes, And dark the tempest round Him grows. He calls aloud to Heaven and earth That He may justly judge His own: My chosen saints together bring Who sacrifice to Me alone; The heav’ns His righteousness declare, For God Himself as Judge is there. Hear, O My people, I will speak, Against thee I will testify; Give ear to Me, O Israel, For God, thy covenant God, am I; I do not spurn thy sacrifice, Thy offerings are before My eyes. I will receive from out thy fold No offering for My holy shrine; The cattle on a thousand hills And all the forest beasts are Mine; Each mountain bird to Me is known, Whatever roams the field I own. Behold, if I should hungry grow, I would not tell My need to thee, For all the world itself is Mine, And all its wealth belongs to Me; Why should I aught of thee receive, My thirst or hunger to relieve? Bring thou to God the gifts of thanks, And pay thy vows to God Most High; Call ye upon My holy Name In days when sore distress is nigh; Deliverance I will send to thee, And praises thou shalt give to Me.

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• [Mzm 50:1] Mighty God, The Lord, The

  The mighty God, the Lord, hath spoken unto all; From rising to the setting sun, He unto earth doth call. From Zion, His own hill, where perfect beauty dwells, Jehovah hath His glory shown, in brightness that excels. Our God shall surely come, and silence shall not keep; Before Him fire shall waste, and storms tempestuous round Him sweep. He to the heav’ns above shall then send forth His call, And likewise to the earth that He may judge His people all. “Together let My saints unto Me gathered be, Those that by sacrifice have made a covenant with Me.” Then shall the heav’ns declare His righteousness abroad; Because the Lord Himself is Judge, yea, none is judge, but God.

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• [Mzm 50:4] Lord, The Sov­er­eign, Sends His Sum­mons Forth, The

  The Lord, the Sovereign, sends His summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him down the sky: Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear His justice, and the sinner’s doom: “But gather first My saints,” the Judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. “Behold, My cov’nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th’ eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new, There’s no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, And near Me seat My fav’rites and My sons. “I, their Almighty Savior and their God, I am their Judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. “Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal off’rings that were Mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. “If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt’rings and fantastic vows? Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? “Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with My grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. “Silent I waited with long-suff’ring love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold My terrors now: My thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.” Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend Lest, like a lion, His last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv’rer near.

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• [Mzm 50:5] When Saints Gather Round Thee

  When saints gather round Thee, dear Savior, above, And hasten to crown Thee with jewels of love, Amid those bright mansions of glory so fair— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. When those who have labored and struggled to save Their loved ones from sorrow beyond the dark grave, Are bringing the treasures they gathered with care— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. When life’s dreary billows are spent on the shore Beyond the dark river, and time is no more, When bright palms of glory the victors shall bear— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. And when in bright garments Thy children shall stand, A crown on each forehead, a harp in each hand, And sing of the joys Thou hast gone to prepare— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there.

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• [Mzm 50:12] All Things Are Thine

  All things are Thine; no gift have we, Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee: And hence with grateful hearts today Thine own before Thy feet we lay. Thy will was in the builders’ thought; Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought; Through mortal motive, scheme and plan Thy wise eternal purpose ran. No lack Thy perfect fullness knew; For human needs and longings grew This house of prayer, this home of rest, In the fair garden of the West. In weakness and in want we call On Thee for Whom the heavens are small; Thy glory is Thy children’s good, Thy joy Thy tender Fatherhood. O Father, deign these walls to bless; Fill with Thy love their emptiness; And let their door a gateway be To lead us from ourselves to Thee.

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• [Mzm 50:12] God Of The Earth, The Sky, The Sea!

  God of the earth, the sky, the sea! Maker of all above, below! Creation lives and moves in Thee, Thy present life in all doth flow. Refrain We give Thee thanks, Thy Name we sing, Almighty Father, heavenly King. Thy love is in the sunshine’s glow, Thy life is in the quickening air; When lightning flashes and storm winds blow, There is Thy power; Thy law is there. Refrain We feel Thy calm at evening’s hour, Thy grandeur in the march of night; And when Thy morning breaks in power, We hear Thy Word, “Let there be light.” Refrain But higher far, and far more clear, Thee in man’s spirit we behold; Thine image and Thyself are there— Th’indwelling God, proclaimed of old. Refrain

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• [Mzm 50:12] This Is My Father’s World

  This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres. This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought. This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise, The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise. This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair; In the rustling grass I hear Him pass; He speaks to me everywhere. This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet. This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done: Jesus Who died shall be satisfied, And earth and Heav’n be one. This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face. I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.” This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above, The Beloved One, His Only Son, Came—a pledge of deathless love. This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad? The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad. This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound, For dear to God is the earth Christ trod. No place but is holy ground. This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone. In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known. This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam Whate’er my lot, it matters not, My heart is still at home.

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• [Mzm 50:12] World For God, The

  The world for God! The world for God! There’s nothing else will meet the hunger of my soul. I see forsaken children, I see the tears that fall From women’s eyes once merry, now never laugh at all; I see the sins and sorrows of those who sit in darkness; I see in lands far distant, the hungry and oppressed. But behold! On a hill, Calvary! Calvary! Refrain The world for God! The world for God! I give my heart! I’ll do my part! The world for God! The world for God! I give my heart! I’ll do my part! The world for God! The world for God! I call to arms the soldiers of the blood and fire: Go with the Holy Bible. Its words are peace and life To multitudes who struggle with crime and want and strife. Go with your songs of mercy, show Christ in loving kindness, Make known the sufferings of the cross, the sacrifice of God. For behold! On a hill, Calvary! Calvary! Refrain The world for God! The world for God! For this, dear Lord, give to my soul consuming fire. Give fire that makes men heroes, turns weakness into might, The fire that gives the courage to suffer for the fight, The fire that changes fearing to Pentecostal daring, The fire that makes me willing for Christ to live or die; For behold! On a hill, Calvary! Calvary! Refrain

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• [Mzm 50:16] Thus Speaks The Lord To Wick­ed Men

  Thus speaks the Lord to wicked men: My statutes why do you declare? Why take My covenant in your mouth, Since ye for wisdom do not care? For ye My holy words profane And cast them from you in disdain. Ye have consented with the thief, Ye have partaken with the vile, Your mouths to evil words ye give, Your tongues proclaim deceit and guile, Ye glory in your brother’s shame, Your mother’s son do you defame. Thus have ye done; I silence kept, And this has been your secret thought, That I was wholly as yourselves, To take your evil deeds as naught; I will reprove you and array Your deeds before your eyes this day. Consider this, who God forget Lest I destroy with none to free; Who offers sacrifice of thanks, He glorifies and honors Me; To him who orders well his way Salvation free I will display.

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• [Mzm 51:1] God, Be Mer­ci­ful To Me

  God, be merciful to me, On Thy grace I rest my plea; Plenteous in compassion Thou, Blot out my transgressions now; Wash me, make me pure within, Cleanse, O cleanse me from my sin. My transgressions I confess, Grief and guilt my soul oppress; I have sinned against Thy grace And provoked Thee to Thy face; I confess Thy judgment just, Speechless, I Thy mercy trust. I am evil, born in sin; Thou desirest truth within. Thou alone my Savior art, Teach Thy wisdom to my heart; Make me pure, Thy grace bestow, Wash me whiter than the snow. Broken, humbled to the dust By Thy wrath and judgment just, Let my contrite heart rejoice And in gladness hear Thy voice; From my sins O hide Thy face, Blot them out in boundless grace. Gracious God, my heart renew, Make my spirit right and true; Cast me not away from Thee, Let Thy Spirit dwell in me; Thy salvation’s joy impart, Steadfast make my willing heart. Sinners then shall learn from me And return, O God, to Thee; Savior, all my guilt remove, And my tongue shall sing Thy love; Touch my silent lips, O Lord, And my mouth shall praise accord.

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• [Mzm 51:1] Show Pi­ty, Lord, O Lord, For­give

  Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not Thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in Thee? My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of Thy grace: Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, So let Thy pardoning love be found. O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offenses pain my eyes. My lips with shame my sins confess Against Thy law, against Thy grace: Lord, should Thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce Thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round Thy Word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

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• [Mzm 51:4] In Evil Long I Took Delight

  In evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career. I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood, Who fixed His languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood. Sure, never to my latest breath, Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke. My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair, I saw my sins His blood had spilt, And helped to nail Him there. A second look He gave, which said, “I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou mayst live.” Thus, while His death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too.

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• [Mzm 51:7] Come, Let Us To The Lord Our God

  Come, let us to the Lord our God With contrite hearts return; Our God is gracious, nor will leave The desolate to mourn. His voice commands the tempest forth And stills the stormy wave; And though His arm be strong to smite, ’Tis also strong to save. Long hath the night of sorrow reigned, The dawn shall bring us light; God shall appear, and we shall rise With gladness in His sight. Our hearts, if God we seek to know, Shall know Him, and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be, Like morning songs His voice. As dew upon the tender herb Diffusing fragrance round, As show’rs that usher in the spring, And cheer the thirsty ground. So shall His presence bless our souls, And shed a joyful light; That hallowed morn shall chase away The sorrows of the night.

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• [Mzm 51:7] Fountain Of Purity

  Fountain of purity opened for sin Here may the penitent wash and be clean; Jesus, Thou blessèd Redeemer from woe, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow, whiter than snow, Wash me, Redeemer, And I shall be whiter than snow. Though I have labored again and again, All my self-cleansing is utterly vain; Jesus, Redeemer from sorrow and woe, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Cleanse Thou the thoughts of my heart, I implore, Help me Thy light to reflect more and more; Daily in loving obedience to grow, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow! nothing further I need, Christ is the Fountain; this only I plead; Jesus, my Savior, to Thee will I go, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain

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• [Mzm 51:7] Lord Will Hap­pi­ness Di­vine, The

  The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart or no? I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel; If aught is felt, ’tis only pain, To find I cannot feel. I sometimes think myself inclined To love Thee if I could; But often feel another mind, Averse to all that’s good. My best desires are faint and few, I fain would strive for more; But when I cry, “My strength renew!” Seem weaker than before. Thy saints are comforted, I know, And love Thy house of prayer; I therefore go where others go, But find no comfort there. Oh make this heart rejoice, or ache; Decide this doubt for me; And if it be not broken, break, And heal it, if it be.

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• [Mzm 51:7] Old-fashioned Way, The

  They call me old-fashioned because I believe That the Bible is God’s holy Word, That Jesus, who lived among men long ago, Is divine, and the Christ of God. Refrain My sin was old-fashioned, My guilt was old-fashioned, God’s love was old-fashioned, I know; And the way I was saved was the old-fashioned way, Through the blood that makes whiter than snow. Old-fashioned, because I believe and accept Only what has been spoken from Heav’n; Old-fashioned because at the cross I was saved, At the cross had my sins forgiv’n. Refrain Old-fashioned, because I am bound to do right, To walk in the straight narrow way; Because I have given my whole life to God, Old-fashioned because I pray. Refrain Old-fashioned, because I am looking above To Jesus, my glorified Lord; Because I believe He is coming again, Fulfilling His holy Word. Refrain

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• [Mzm 51:7] Whiter Than Snow

  Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want Thee forever to live in my soul. Break down every idol, cast out every foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow. Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain, Apply Thine own blood and extract ev’ry stain; To get this blest cleansing, I all things forego— Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice. I give up myself, and whatever I know, Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat, I wait, blessèd Lord, at Thy crucified feet. By faith, for my cleansing, I see Thy blood flow, Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait, Come now, and within me a new heart create; To those who have sought Thee, Thou never saidst “No,” Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain The blessing by faith, I receive from above; O glory! my soul is made perfect in love; My prayer has prevailed, and this moment I know, The blood is applied, I am whiter than snow. Refrain

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• [Mzm 51:10] Clean Heart, A

  One thing I of the Lord desire, For all my path hath miry been, Be it by water or by fire, O make me clean, O make me clean. Refrain Wash me, Thou, without, within, Or purge with fire, if that must be, Anyhow, if only sin Die out in me, die out, die out in me. If clearer vision Thou impart, Grateful and glad my soul shall be; But yet to have a purer heart Is more to me, is more to me. Refrain Yea, only as this heart is clean May larger vision yet be mine, For mirrored in its depths are seen The things divine, the things divine. Refrain I watch to shun the miry way, And stanch the springs of guilty thought, But, watch and struggle as I may, Pure I am not, pure I am not. Refrain

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• [Mzm 51:10] Gracious God, My Heart Renew

  Gracious God, my heart renew, Make my spirit right and true; Cast me not away from Thee, Let Thy Spirit dwell in me; Thy salvation’s joy impart, Steadfast make my willing heart. Sinners then shall learn from me And return, O God, to Thee; Savior, all my guilt remove, And my tongue shall sing Thy love; Touch my silent lips, O Lord, And my mouth shall praise accord. Not the formal sacrifice Has acceptance in Thine eyes; Broken hearts are in Thy sight More than sacrificial rite; Contrite spirit, pleading cries, Thou, O God, will not despise. Prosper Zion in Thy grace And her broken walls replace: Then our righteous sacrifice Shall delight Thy holy eyes; Free-will offerings, gladly made, On Thine altar shall be laid.

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• [Mzm 51:10] How Helpless Guilty Nature Lies

  How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load! The heart, unchanged, can never rise To happiness and God. Can aught, beneath a power divine, The stubborn will subdue? ’Tis Thine, almighty Spirit! Thine, To form the heart anew. ’Tis Thine, the passions to recall, And upward bid them rise; To make the scales of error fall From reason’s darkened eyes; To chase the shades of death away, And bid the sinner live; A beam of Heaven, a vital ray, ’Tis Thine alone to give. O change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine; Then shall our passions and our powers Almighty Lord! be Thine.

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• [Mzm 51:10] More Like The Master

  More like the Master I would ever be, More of His meekness, more humility; More zeal to labor, more courage to be true, More consecration for work He bids me do. Refrain Take Thou my heart, I would be Thine alone; Take Thou my heart, and make it all Thine own. Purge me from sin, O Lord, I now implore, Wash me and keep me Thine forevermore. More like the Master is my daily prayer; More strength to carry crosses I must bear; More earnest effort to bring His kingdom in; More of His Spirit, the wanderer to win. Refrain More like the Master I would live and grow; More of His love to others I would show; More self denial, like His in Galilee, More like the Master I long to ever be. Refrain

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• [Mzm 51:10] O God, The God That Saveth Me

  O God, the God that saveth me, Remove my guilty stains, And I will sing Thy righteousness In grateful, joyous praise. O Lord, now open Thou my lips, Long closed by sin and shame; My mouth shall show before the world The glory of Thy Name. No sacrifice dost Thou desire, Else would I give it Thee; Nor with appointed offerings Wilt Thou delighted be. A broken spirit is to God A pleasing sacrifice; A broken and a contrite heart Thou, Lord, will not despise. Do good to Zion in Thy grace, Her ruined walls restore; Then sacrifice of righteousness Shall please Thee as of yore. Thy people then, with willing hands And hearts that Thou hast blest, Shall bring in thankful sacrifice Their choicest gifts and best.

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• [Mzm 51:10] O Thou That Hear’st When Sinners Cry

  O Thou that hear’st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem’ry from Thy book. Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let Thy good Spirit ne’er depart, Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. I cannot live without Thy light Cast out and banished from Thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford; And let a wretch come near Thy throne, To plead the merits of Thy Son. A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne’er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns Thy dreadful sentence just: Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. Then will I teach the world Thy ways; Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace; I’ll lead them to my Savior’s blood, And they shall praise a pard’ning God. O may Thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

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• [Mzm 51:10] Purer Yet And Purer

  Purer yet and purer, I would be in mind, Dearer yet and dearer, every duty find; Hoping still, and trusting God without a fear, Patiently believing He will make all clear. Calmer yet and calmer, in the hour of pain, Surer yet and surer, peace at last to gain; Suffering still and doing, to His will resigned, And to joy subduing heart and will and mind. Higher yet and higher, out of clouds and sight, Nearer yet and nearer, rising to the Light; Light serene and holy, where my soul may rest, Purified and holy, sanctified and blessed. Swifter yet and swifter, ever onward run, Firmer yet and firmer, step as I go on; Oft these earnest longings swell within my breast, Yet their inner meaning ne’er can be expressed.

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• [Mzm 51:10] Pure Within

  Lord, on Thee my strength relies, O, hear me when I call; Up to Thee I lift mine eyes, My Life, my Help, my All. Refrain Source of comfort, Spring of grace, Cleanse my heart from every sin, Now reveal Thy smiling face, And make me pure within. Rock on which my soul would rest, From storm and tempest wild, Gently pillowed on Thy breast, Protect Thy weary child. Refrain Let Thy Spirit be my Guide, To endless joys above; Grant I may never turn aside, Or once forget Thy love. Refrain Soon my bark will speed its flight, To yonder portals fair, Soon’t will reach the haven bright, And drop its anchor there. Refrain

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• [Mzm 51:10] Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, Alone

  Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, alone, Can turn our hearts from sin; His power alone can sanctify And keep us pure within. Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, alone Can deeper love inspire; His power alone within our souls Can light the sacred fire. Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, can bring The gifts we seek in prayer; His voice can words of comfort speak, And still each wave of care. Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, can give The grace we need this hour; And while we wait, O Spirit, come In sanctifying power.

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• [Mzm 51:10] With Hearts Renewed

  With hearts renewed, and cleansed from guilt of sin, Send we our voices pealing to the skies; Let a pure conscience echo joy within, And all our powers in emulation rise: To Father, Son and Holy Spirit’s praise, Three Whom One Essence joins, one anthem here we raise. Maker of all, the Father uncreate, Of Him from everlasting born, the Son, And the blest Spirit of co-equal state From Both proceeding, are of substance One: So in this Trinity the Persons three One perfect Being are, one God, one Majesty. Yet, none the less, each Person of the Trine God, in His attributes distinct, we own; Vainly would reason grasp the things divine, Man can but bend adoring at God’s throne: O may the Father, Son and Spirit be Our help in time of need, our joy eternally.

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• [Mzm 51:17] O Hope Of Every Contrite Heart

  O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek! But what to those who find? Ah this—Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones show. Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize will be; Jesus, be Thou our glory now, And through eternity.
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