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Mazmur 19:7

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Mazmur 19:7

• [Mzm 19:7] Jehovah’s Perfect Law

  Jehovah’s perfect law Restores the soul again; His testimony sure Gives wisdom unto men; The precepts of the Lord are right, And fill the heart with great delight. The Lord’s commands are pure, They light and joy restore; Jehovah’s fear is clean, Enduring evermore; His statutes, let the world confess, Are wholly truth and righteousness. They are to be desired Above the finest gold; Than honey from the comb More sweetness far they hold; With warnings they Thy servant guard, In keeping them is great reward. His errors who can know? Cleanse me from hidden stain; Keep me from willful sins, Nor let them o’er me reign; And then I upright shall appear And be from great transgressions clear. When Thou dost search my life, May all my thoughts within And all the words I speak Thy full approval win. O Lord, Thou art a Rock to me, And my Redeemer Thou shalt be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 19:7] O Holy Spirit, Grant Us Grace

  O Holy Spirit, grant us grace That we our Lord and Savior In faith and fervent love embrace And truly serve Him ever, So that when death is drawing nigh, We to His open wounds may fly And find in them salvation. Help us that we Thy saving Word In faithful hearts may treasure; Let e’er that Bread of Life afford New grace in richest measure. Yea, let us die to every sin, For Heav’n create us new within That fruits of faith may flourish. And when our earthly race is run, Death’s bitter hour impending, Then may Thy work in us begun Continue until life’s ending. Until we gladly may commend Our souls into our Savior’s hand To rest in peace eternal.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 19:7] Thy Word, O Lord, Like Gentle Dews

  Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews, Falls soft on hearts that pine; Lord, to Thy garden ne’er refuse This heavenly balm of Thine. Watered by Thee, let every tree Then blossom to Thy praise, By grace of Thine bear fruit divine Through all the coming days. Thy Word is like a flaming sword, A wedge that cleaveth stone; Keen as a fire, so burns Thy Word, And pierceth flesh and bone; Let it go forth o’er all the earth To cleanse our hearts within, To show Thy power in Satan’s hour, And break the night of sin. Thy Word, a wondrous guiding star, On pilgrim hearts doth rise, Leads those to God who dwell afar, And makes the simple wise. Let not its light e’er sink in night, But in each spirit shine, That none may miss Heaven’s final bliss, Led by Thy light divine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 147:5

• [Mzm 147:5] Infinite God, To Thee We Raise

  Infinite God, to Thee we raise Our hearts in solemn songs of praise, By all Thy works on earth adored, We worship Thee, the common Lord; The everlasting Father own, And bow our souls before Thy throne. Thee all the choir of angels sings, The Lord of hosts, the King of kings; Cherubs proclaim Thy praise aloud, And seraphs shout the Triune God; And, “Holy, holy, holy,” cry, “Thy glory fills both earth and sky!” God of the patriarchal race, The ancient seers record Thy praise, The goodly apostolic band In highest joy and glory stand; And all the saints and prophets join To extol Thy majesty divine. Head of the martyrs’ noble host, Of Thee they justly make their boast; The church, to earth’s remotest bounds, Her heavenly Founder’s praise resounds; And strives, with those around the throne, To hymn the mystic Three in One. Father of endless majesty, All might and love they render Thee; Thy true and only Son adore, The same in dignity and power; And God the Holy Ghost declare, The saints’ eternal Comforter.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Lukas 10:21-22

• [Luk 10:21] O Lord Of Heav’n And Earth And Sea

  O Lord of Heav’n and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be; How shall we show our love to Thee, Who givest all? The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruits, Thy love declare; Where harvests ripen, Thou art there, Who givest all. For peaceful homes and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, Who givest all. Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gav’st Him for a world undone, And freely, with that blessèd One, Thou givest all. Thou giv’st the Spirit’s blessèd dower, Spirit of life and love and power, And dost His sevenfold graces shower Upon us all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiv’n, For means of grace and hopes of Heav’n, Father, all praise to Thee be giv’n, Who givest all. We lose what on ourselves we spend, We have as treasure without end Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, Repaid a thousand-fold will be; Then gladly will we give to Thee Who givest all. To Thee, from Whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give: O may we ever with Thee live, Who givest all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Roma 11:33

• [Rm 11:33] Lord, My Weak Thought In Vain Would Climb

  Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb To search the starry vault profound; In vain would wing her flight sublime To find creation’s utmost bound. But weaker yet that thought must prove To search Thy great eternal plan, Thy sovereign counsels, born of love Long ages ere the world began. When my dim reason would demand Why that, or this, Thou dost ordain, By some vast deep I seem to stand, Whose secrets I must ask in vain. When doubts disturb my troubled breast, And all is dark as night to me, Here, as on solid rock, I rest— That so it seemeth good to Thee. Be this my joy, that evermore Thou rulest all things at Thy will; Thy sovereign wisdom I adore, And calmly, sweetly, trust Thee still.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rm 11:33] Thou, The Great, Eternal God

  Thou, the great, eternal God, Art high above our thought! Worthy to be feared, adored, By all Thy hands have wrought: None can with Thyself compare; Thy glory fills both earth and sky; We, and all thy creatures, are As nothing in Thine eyes. Of Thy great unbounded power To Thee the praise we give, Infinitely great, and more Than heart can e’er conceive: When Thou wilt to work proceed, Thy purpose firm none can withstand, Frustrate the determined deed, Or stay the almighty hand. Thou, our God, art wise alone; Thy counsel doth excel; Wonderful Thy works we own, Thy ways unsearchable; Who can sound the mystery, Thy judgments’ deep abyss explain, Thine, whose eyes in darkness see, And search the heart of man?

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  source: Cyberhymnal