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Mazmur 91:1-2

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1 Raja-raja 8:28-30

• [1Raj 8:30] Holy Spirit, Hear Us

  Holy Spirit! hear us; help us while we sing; Breathe into the music of the praise we bring. Holy Spirit! prompt us when we kneel to pray; Nearer come and teach us what we ought to say. Holy Spirit! shine Thou on the Book we read; Gild its holy pages with the light we need. Holy Spirit! give us each a lowly mind; Make us more like Jesus, gentle, pure and kind. Holy Spirit! brighten little deeds of toil; And our playful pastimes let no folly spoil. Holy Spirit! keep us safe from sins which lie Hidden by some pleasure from our youthful eye. Holy Spirit! help us daily by Thy might, What is wrong to conquer and to choose the right. Holy Spirit! hear us, help us while we sing; Breathe into the music of the praise we bring.

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Mazmur 91:1-2

• [Mzm 91:1] Man Who Once Has Found Abode

  The man who once has found abode Within the secret place of God, Shall with Almighty God abide, And in His shadow safely hide. I of the Lord my God will say, “He is my Refuge and my Stay; To Him for safety I will flee; My God, in Him my trust will be.” He shall with all protecting care Preserve thee from the fowler’s snare; When fearful plagues around prevail, No fatal stroke shall thee assail. His outspread pinions shall thee hide; Beneath His wings shalt thou confide; His faithfulness shall ever be A shield and buckler unto thee. No nightly terrors shall alarm; No deadly shaft by day shall harm; Nor pestilence that walks by night, Nor plagues that waste in noonday light. Because thy trust is God alone, Thy dwelling place the Highest One, No evil shall upon thee come, Nor plague approach thy guarded home. At thy right hand, though thousands die, No harm shall unto thee come nigh; But thou, secure, unharmed, shalt see What wicked men’s reward shall be.

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• [Mzm 91:1] My God In Whom I Trust

  If you dwell beneath the shelter Of the Lord your God Most High, You will rest within the shadow of Almighty El Shaddai. He’ll deliver you from all your foes As you let loose the cry, “My God, in Whom I trust!” Refrain He’s my Refuge and my Fortress, My Salvation and my Stronghold, He’s my Rock and my Deliverer, My God, in Whom I trust! He will cover you with feathers, Give you refuge ’neath his wings. You will have no fear of darkest night Or what the daylight brings. His own faithfulness will be your shield because your spirit sings, “My God, in Whom I trust!” Refrain Though a thousand at your left may fall, Ten thousand at your right, The disaster won’t come near your tent, But only pass your sight. If you make the Lord your dwelling place, He’ll save you from your plight, this God, in Whom you trust! Refrain He’ll command his angel hosts on high To guard you in your way. They will lift you up in mighty hands, So you’ll not trip or stray. You will trample down the lion and the serpent while you say, “My God, in Whom I trust!” Refrain It’s because you love the Lord your God That he protects your frame. He has promised to deliver all who call upon his name. He will show you his salvation, For your word is e’er the same, “My God, in Whom I trust!” Refrain

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• [Mzm 91:1] Now Let Us Come Before Him

  Now let us come before Him, With song and prayer adore Him, Who to our life hath given All needed strength from Heaven. The stream of years is flowing, And we are onward going, From old to new surviving And by His mercy thriving. In woe we often languish And pass through times of anguish Of wars and trepidation Alarming every nation. As mothers watch are keeping O’er children who are sleeping, Their fear and grief assuaging When angry storms are waging. So God His own is shielding And help to them is yielding. When need and woe distress them, His loving arms caress them. O Thou Who dost not slumber, Remove what would encumber Our work, which prospers never Unless Thou bless it ever. O God of mercy, hear us; Our Father, be Thou near us; Mid crosses and in sadness Be Thou our Fount of gladness. To all who bow before Thee And for Thy grace implore Thee, Oh, grant Thy benediction And patience in affliction. Be Thou a Helper speedy To all the poor and needy, To all forlorn a Father; Thine erring children gather. Be with the sick and ailing, Their Comforter unfailing; Dispelling grief and sadness, Oh, give them joy and gladness! Above all else, Lord, send us Thy Spirit to attend us, Within our hearts abiding, To Heav’n our footsteps guiding. All this Thy hand bestoweth, Thou Life, whence our life floweth. To all Thy Name confessing Grant, Lord, Thy New Year’s blessing!

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• [Mzm 91:1] O That I Knew The Secret Place

  O that I knew the secret place Where I might find my God! I’d spread my wants before His face, And pour my woes abroad. I’d tell Him how my sins arise; What sorrows I sustain; How grace decays, and comfort dies, And leaves my heart in pain. He knows what arguments I’d take To wrestle with my God; I’d plead for His own mercy’s sake And for my Savior’s blood. Arise, my soul, from deep distress, And banish every fear; He calls Thee to His throne of grace, To spread Thy sorrows there.

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• [Mzm 91:2] Still Will We Trust

  Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary, And the heart faint beneath His chastening rod; Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary, Still will we trust in God! Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed, And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain; Through Him alone Who hath our way appointed, We find our peace again. Choose for us, God! Nor let our weak preferring Cheat our poor souls of good Thou has designed; Choose for us, God! Thy wisdom is unerring, And we are fools and blind. So from our sky the night shall furl her shadows, And day pour gladness through his golden gates, Our rough path lead to flower-enameled meadows, Where joy our coming waits. Let us press on, in patient self denial, Accept the hardship, shrink not from the loss; Our portion lies beyond the hour of trial, Our crown beyond the cross.

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Mazmur 123:1-4

• [Mzm 123:1] To Thee, O Lord, I Lift Mine Eyes

  To Thee, O Lord, I lift mine eyes, O Thou enthroned above the skies; As servants watch their master’s hand, Or maidens by their mistress stand; So to the Lord our eyes we raise, Until His mercy He displays. Refrain To Thee, O Lord, I lift mine eyes, O Thou enthroned above the skies. O Lord, our God, Thy mercy show, For man’s contempt and scorn we know; Reproach and shame Thy saints endure From wicked men who dwell secure; Man’s proud contempt and scorn we know; O Lord, our God, Thy mercy show. Refrain

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• [Mzm 123:1] With Joy We Lift Our Eyes

  With joy we lift our eyes, To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal Love. Before Thy throne we bow, O Thou almighty King; Here we present the solemn vow And hymns of praise we sing. While in Thy house we kneel, With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear. Lord, teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing, Nor from Thy presence cast away, The sacrifice we bring.

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• [Mzm 123:3] God Of All Grace, Thy Mercy Send

  God of all grace, Thy mercy send; Let Thy protecting arm defend; Save us and keep us to the end: Have mercy, Lord. And through the coming hours of night, Fill us, we pray, with holy light; Keep us all sinless in Thy sight: Grant this, O Lord. May some bright messenger abide For ever by Thy servants’ side, A faithful guardian and our guide: Grant this, O Lord. From every sin in mercy free, Let heart and conscience stainless be; That we may live henceforth for Thee: Grant this, O Lord. We would not be by care opprest; But in Thy love and wisdom rest; Give what Thou seest to be best: Grant this, O Lord. While we of every sin repent, Let our remaining years be spent In holiness and sweet content: Grant this, O Lord. And when the end of life is near, May we, unshamed and void of fear, Wait for the judgment to appear: Grant this, O Lord.

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