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Mazmur 51:18

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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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 73:1

• [Mzm 73:1] O God, How Good Thou Art

  O God, how good Thou art To all the pure of heart, Though life seems vain. Burdened with anxious care, I groped in dark despair, Till in Thy house of prayer, All was made plain. Ever, O Lord, with Thee, All shall be well with me, Held by Thy hand. And Thou wilt guide my feet By Thine own counsel sweet, Till I, for glory meet, In glory stand. In earth or Heaven above Who is there that I love Compared with Thee? My heart may faint with fears, But God my strength appears, And will to endless years My portion be. O it is good that I May still to God draw nigh, As oft before. The Lord Jehovah blessed, My refuge and my rest, Shall be in praised confessed Forevermore.

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Yesaya 58:10-11

• [Yes 58:11] In The Child Garden

  In the garden, in the garden of Jesus our Savior, We are growing, we are growing for Jesus alone. Refrain Like the flow’rs of the morning His garden adorning, We are growing for Jesus, His loved and His own. Little children, little children are the flow’rs in His garden, We must blossom, we must blossom, for Jesus alone. Refrain Jesus loves us, Jesus loves us, the flow’rs of His garden; He will keep us, He will keep us, nor leave us alone. Refrain We must love him, we must love Him, this Jesus our Savior, We must trust Him, we must trust Him, in Jesus alone. Refrain

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• [Yes 58:11] Thy Way, Not Mine, O Lord

  Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be; Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest. I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might; Choose Thou for me, my God, So I shall walk aright. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem; Choose Thou my good and ill. Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose Thou my cares for me My poverty or wealth. The kingdom that I seek Is Thine: so let the way That leads to it be Thine, Else I must surely stray. Not mine, not mine the choice In things or great or small; Be Thou my Guide, my Strength My Wisdom, and my All.

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  source: Cyberhymnal