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Mazmur 6:1

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Mazmur 102:12

• [Mzm 102:12] Thou, O Lord, Art God Alone

  Thou, O Lord, art God alone, Everlasting is Thy throne; Through the ages men shall sing Praise of Heav’n’s eternal King. Thou, enthroned above the skies, Wilt for Zion’s help arise: Let Thy grace to her appear, For the promised time is near. If with love compassionate We, Thy servants, mourn her state, Wilt not Thou, O gracious Lord, Help in Zion’s need afford? Lord, Thy glory shall appear, Kings and nations then shall fear; And Thy Name shall be adored When Thy Zion is restored. This all ages shall record For the glory of the Lord; Thou dost hear the humble prayer, For the helpless Thou dost care. Thou eternal art, and great, Heav’n and earth Thou didst create, Heav’n and earth shall pass away, Changeless Thou shalt live for aye. As one lays a garment by, Thou wilt change the starry sky Like a vesture worn and old; But Thy years shall ne’er be told. Thou wilt make Thy servants’ race Ever live before Thy face, And forever at Thy side Children’s children shall abide.

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Mazmur 6:1

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

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Yakobus 4:14

• [Yak 4:14] God Holds The Future In His Hands

  Dread not the things that are ahead, The burdens great, the sinking sands, The thorns that o’er the path are spread, God holds the future in His hands. Refrain God holds the future in His hands And every heart He understands. On Him depend, He is your Friend, He holds the future in His hands. We know not what tomorrow hides, Of sun or storm or good or ill; We only know His dear hand guides, And He will be our Father still. Refrain His hand created earth and sky, The zephyrs and the storms that rage, And years to come and years gone by To Him are but an open page. Refrain Live close to Him and trust His love, Assured that while on earth we roam, Whate’er may come, He bends above To guide His children safely home. Refrain

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• [Yak 4:14] I Know Not What The Future Hath

  I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death God’s mercy underlies. And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed He will not break, But strengthen and sustain. No offering of my own I have, Nor works my faith to prove; I can but give the gifts He gave, And plead His love for love. And so beside the silent sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

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• [Yak 4:14] Tomorrow, Lord, Is Thine

  Tomorrow, Lord, is Thine Lodged in Thy sovereign hand; And if its sun arise and shine, It shines by Thy command. The present moment flies, And bears our life away; O make Thy servants truly wise, That they may live today. Since on this wingèd hour Eternity is hung, Waken, by Thine almighty power, The agèd and the young. One thing demands our care, O be it still pursued; Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed. To Jesus may we fly Swift as the morning light, Lest life’s young golden beam should die In sudden, endless night.

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  source: Cyberhymnal