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Mazmur 32:1-5

• [Mzm 32:1] Blest Is The Man, Forever Blest

  Blest is the man, forever blest, Whose guilt is pardoned by his God; Whose sins with sorrow are confessed, And covered with his Savior’s blood. Blest is the man to whom the Lord Imputes not his iniquities; He pleads no merit of reward, And not on works, but grace relies. From guile his heart and lips are free; His humble joy, his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree, And join to prove his faith sincere. How glorious is that righteousness That hides and cancels all his sins, While a bright evidence of grace Through his whole life appears and shines!

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• [Mzm 32:1] How Blest Is He Whose Trespass

  How blest is he whose trespass Hath freely been forgiv’n, Whose sin is wholly covered Before the sight of Heav’n. But he to whom Jehovah Will not impute his sin, Who has a guileless spirit, Whose heart is true within. While I kept guilty silence My strength was spent with grief; Thy hand was heavy on me, My soul found no relief; But when I owned my trespass, My sin hid not from Thee, When I confessed transgression, Then Thou forgavest me. So let the godly seek Thee In times when Thou art near; No whelming floods shall reach them, Nor cause their hearts to fear. In Thee, O Lord, I hide me, Thou savest me from ill, And songs of Thy salvation My heart with rapture thrill. I graciously will teach thee The way that thou shalt go, And with Mine eye upon thee My counsel make thee know. But be ye not unruly, Or slow to understand, Be not perverse, but willing To heed My wise command. The sorrows of the wicked In number shall abound, But those that trust Jehovah, His mercy shall surround. Then in the Lord be joyful, In song lift up your voice; Be glad in God, ye righteous, Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice.

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• [Mzm 32:1] O Blessèd Souls Are They

  O blessèd souls are they Whose sins are covered o’er; Divinely blessed, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care; Their lips and lives without deceit Shall prove their faith sincere. While I concealed my guilt, I felt the painful wound, Till I confessed my sins to Thee, And ready pardon found. Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne; Our help in times of deep distress Is found in God alone.

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• [Mzm 32:2] Happy The Man To Whom His God

  Happy the man to whom his God No more imputes his sin, But, washed in the Redeemer’s blood, Hath made his garments clean! Happy beyond expression he Whose debts are thus discharged; And from the guilty bondage free, He feels his soul enlarged. His spirit hates deceit and lies, His words are all sincere; He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, To keep his conscience clear. While I my inward guilt suppressed, No quiet I could find; Thy wrath lay burning in my breast, And racked my tortured mind. Then I confessed my troubled thoughts, My secret sins revealed; Thy pardoning grace forgave my faults, Thy grace my pardon sealed. This shall invite Thy saints to pray; When like a raging flood Temptations rise, our strength and stay Is a forgiving God.

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• [Mzm 32:3] While I Keep Silence, And Conceal

  While I keep silence, and conceal My heavy guilt within my heart, What torments doth my conscience feel! What agonies of inward smart! I spread my sins before the Lord, And all my secret faults confess; Thy Gospel speaks a pardoning word, Thine Holy Spirit seals the grace. For this shall every humble soul Make swift addresses to Thy seat; When floods of huge temptations roll, There shall they find a blest retreat. How safe beneath Thy wings I lie, When days grow dark and storms appear; And when I walk, Thy watchful eye Shall guide me safe from every snare.

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• [Mzm 32:5] I Know God’s Promise Is True

  For God so loved this sinful world, His Son He freely gave, That whosoever would believe Eternal life should have. Refrain ’Tis true, O yes, ’tis true, God’s wonderful promise is true; For I’ve trusted, and tested, and tried it, And I know God’s promise is true. I was a wayward, wand’ring child, A slave to sin and fear, Until this blessèd promise fell Like music on my ear. Refrain The “whosoever” of the Lord, I trusted was for me, I took Him at His gracious word; From sin He set me free. Refrain Eternal life, begun below, Now fills my heart and soul. I’ll sing His praise forevermore Who has redeemed my soul. Refrain

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Mazmur 51:1

• [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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