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2 Korintus 9:10

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Mazmur 41:1-3

• [Mzm 41:1] How Blest The Man Who Thoughtfully

  How blest the man who thoughtfully The poor and weak befriends; Deliverance in the evil day To him Jehovah sends. The Lord will keep him, guard his life, On earth he shall be blest; The Lord will not surrender him By foes to be distressed. Upon the bed of suffering Jehovah will sustain, And in his sickness God will soothe The weariness and pain. O Lord, to Thee my cry ascends, Let me Thy mercy see; Heal Thou my soul, for I have sinned, I have offended Thee. My enemies against me speak, And they my life have scorned; They wish my name to pass away, Unhonored and unmourned. My foe, deceitful, visits me, By seeming kindness led, His heart intent on gathering Some hurtful news to spread. My foes, together whispering, Their evil plans devise; Disease, they say, cleaves fast to him, Laid low, he shall not rise. Yea, he who was my chosen friend, In whom I put my trust, Who ate my bread, now turns in wrath To crush me in the dust. Do Thou, Jehovah, show me grace, And raise me up again, That I with justice may requite These base and wicked men. By this I know assuredly That I am loved by Thee, Because my foe does not exult In triumph over me. And as for me, in uprightness Thou dost uphold me well, And settest me before Thy face Forevermore to dwell. Blest be Jehovah, Israel’s God Forevermore. Amen. Let age to age eternally Repeat His praise. Amen.

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• [Mzm 41:2] Prayer Is The Key

  Prayer is the key for the bending knee To open the morn’s first hours; See the incense rise to the starry skies, Like perfume from the flow’rs. Not a soul so sad, nor a heart so glad When cometh the shades of night, But the daybreak song will the joy prolong, And some darkness turn to light. Take the golden key in your hand and see, As the night-tide drifts away, How its blessèd hold is a crown of gold, Thro’ the weary hours of day. When the shadows fall, and the vesper call Is sobbing its low refrain, ’Tis a garland sweet to the toil-dent feet, And an antidote for pain. Soon our toils will cease, and will come release; Life’s tears shall be wiped away, As the pearl gates swing, and the gold harps ring, And we enter eternal day.

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Pengkhotbah 11:1

• [Pkh 11:1] Cast Thy Bread Upon The Waters

  Cast thy bread upon the waters, Thinking not ’tis thrown away; God Himself saith, thou shalt gather It again some future day. Cast thy bread upon the waters; Wildly though the billows roll, They but aid thee as thou toilest Truth to spread from pole to pole. As the seed, by billows floated, To some distant island lone, So to human souls benighted, That thou flingest may be borne. Cast thy bread upon the waters, Why wilt thou still doubting stand? Bounteous shall God send the harvest If thou sowest with liberal hand.

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Lukas 6:38

• [Luk 6:38] Awake, Awake To Love And Work

  Awake, awake to love and work! The lark is in the sky; The fields are wet with diamond dew; The worlds awake to cry Their blessings on the Lord of life, As He goes meekly by. Come, let thy voice be one with theirs, Shout with their shout of praise; See how the giant sun soars up, Great lord of years and days! So let the love of Jesus come And set thy soul ablaze. To give and give, and give again, What God hath given thee; To spend thyself nor count the cost; To serve right gloriously The God Who gave all worlds that are, And all that are to be.

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• [Luk 6:38] God Opens Wide His Hand

  God opens wide His hand, In this our native land, Year after year. From His abundant store He giveth evermore, “Pressed down and running o’er,” Our hearts to cheer. What though the earth may quake, And hills, and mountains shake, He lives and reigns. The oceans ebb and flow, The seasons come and go, His Word no change can know, His truth remains. That spring-time “shall not cease,” And summer yield increase, Whilst autumn brings From fields the golden grain, From orchards fruits again, Our frail lives to sustain, God’s choicest things. To Him who governs all, And notes a “sparrow’s fall,” All nations’ King, We will from shore to shore, Our loving Lord adore, Till “time shall be no more,” His praises sing.

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Galatia 6:7-9

• [Gal 6:9] O Thou Who Dost To Man Accord

  O Thou Who dost to man accord His highest prize, his best reward, Thou Hope of all our race; Jesu, to Thee we now draw near, Our earnest supplications hear, Who humbly seek Thy face. With self accusing voice within, Our conscience tells of many a sin In thought, and word, and deed: O cleanse that conscience from all stain, The penitent restore again, From every burthen freed. If Thou reject us, who shall give Our fainting spirits strength to live? ’Tis Thine alone to spare; With cleansèd hearts to pray aright, And find acceptance in Thy sight, Be this our lowly prayer. ’This Thou has blest this solemn fast; So may its days by us be passed In self control severe, That, when our Easter morn we hail Its mystic feast we may not fail To keep with conscience clear. O blessèd Trinity, bestow Thy pardoning grace on us below, And shield us evermore; Until, within Thy courts above, We see Thy face, and sing Thy love, And with Thy saints adore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal