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Keluaran 14:18

Keluaran 20:2

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Keluaran 20:2

• [Kel 20:2] That Man A Godly Life Might Live

  That man a godly life might live, God did these Ten Commandments give By His true servant Moses, high Upon the Mount Sinai. Have mercy, Lord! I am thy God and Lord alone, No other God before Me own; Put thy whole confidence in Me And love Me e’er cordially. Have mercy, Lord! By idle word and speech profane Take not My holy Name in vain And praise but that as good and true Which I Myself say and do. Have mercy, Lord! Hallow the day which God hath blest That thou and all thy house may rest; Keep hand and heart from labor free That God may so work in thee. Have mercy, Lord! Give to thy parents honor due, Be dutiful, and loving, too, And help them when their strength decays, So shalt thou have length of days. Have mercy, Lord! Kill thou not out of evil will, Nor hate, nor render ill for ill; Be patient and of gentle mood, And to thy foe do thou good. Have mercy, Lord. Be faithful to thy marriage vows, Thy heart give only to thy spouse; Thy life keep pure, and lest thou sin, Use temperance and discipline. Have mercy, Lord! Steal not; oppressive acts abhor; Nor wring their life blood from the poor; But open wide thy loving hand To all the poor in the land. Have mercy, Lord. Bear not false witness nor belie Thy neighbor by foul calumny. Defend his innocence from blame; With charity hide his shame. Have mercy, Lord! Thy neighbor’s house desire thou not, His wife, nor aught that he hath got, But wish that his such good may be As thy heart doth wish for thee. Have mercy, Lord! God these commandments gave therein To show thee, child of man, thy sin And make thee also well perceive How man unto God should live. Have mercy, Lord! Help us, Lord Jesus Christ, for we A Mediator have in Thee. Our works cannot salvation gain; They merit but endless pain. Have mercy, Lord!

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Yesaya 43:15

• [Yes 43:15] My Maker And My King

  My Maker and my King, To Thee my all I owe; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring Whence all my blessings flow; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring Whence all my blessings flow. The creature of Thy hand, On Thee alone I live; My God, Thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. My God, Thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. Lord, what can I impart When all is Thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor. Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor. O! let Thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine. Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine.

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Maleakhi 3:6

• [Mal 3:6] God Of The Changing Year

  God of the changing year, whose arm of power In safety leads through danger’s darkest hour, Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down, To bless Thy mercy and Thy might to own. Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way, And pour around the gladdening light of day; Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine To cheer its hours of darkness; all are Thine. If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew, And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast true; Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear The wounded spirit, Thou was present there. O lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee; Where’er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be; From year to year still nearer to Thy shrine Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine.

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• [Mal 3:6] I Hear The Words Of Love

  I hear the words of love, I gaze upon the blood, I see the mighty sacrifice, And I have peace with God. ’Tis everlasting peace, Sure as Jehovah’s Name; ’Tis stable as His steadfast throne, For evermore the same. The clouds may go and come, And storms may sweep my sky; This blood-sealed friendship changes not, The cross is ever nigh. I change—He changes not; The Christ can never die; His love, not mine, the resting-place; His truth, not mine, the tie. My love is oftimes low, My joy still ebbs and flows; But peace with Him remains the same, No change Jehovah knows.

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• [Mal 3:6] Roll Out, O Song, To God!

  Roll out, O song to God! Move on, ye throngs of men! Chances and changes come and go; God changeth not! Amen. And on the throngs of men, On worrying care and strife, Sinks down, as if from angel tongues, The word of hope and life. Down in the darksome ways And worrying whirl of life Sinks, like a strain of vesper song, The thought of His great strife; Who, of the virgin born, Made all our chains His own, And broke them with His own right arm, Nor left us more alone. Amid the weak, One strong, Amid the false, One true, Amid all change, One changing not, One hope we ne’er shall rue. In Whose sight all is now, In Whose love all is best: The things of this world pass away, Come, let us in Him rest.

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• [Mal 3:6] ’twixt Gleams Of Joy And Clouds Of Doubt

  ’Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt our feelings come and go; Our daily state is tossed about in ceaseless ebb and flow. No mood of feeling, form of thought, is constant for a day; But Thou, O Lord, Thou changest not, the same Thou art alway. Out of the weak, unquiet drift that comes but to depart, To that pure heaven my spirit lift where Thou unchanging art. Lay hold of me with Thy strong grasp, let Thine almighty arm In its embrace my weakness clasp, and I shall fear no harm. Thy purpose of eternal good let me but surely know, On this I’ll lean—let changing mood and feeling come or go Glad when Thy sunshine fills my soul, nor sad when clouds overcast, Since Thou within Thy sure control of love dost hold me fast.

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• [Mal 3:6] The Year Is Swiftly Waning

  The year is swiftly waning, The summer days are past; And life, brief life, is speeding; The end is nearing fast. The ever changing seasons In silence come and go; But Thou, eternal Father, No time or change canst know. O, pour Thy grace upon us, That we may worthier be, Each year that passes o’er us, To dwell in heaven with Thee. Behold the bending orchards With bounteous fruit are crowned; Lord, in our hearts more richly Let heavenly fruits abound. O, by each mercy sent us, And by each grief and pain, By blessings like the sunshine, And sorrows like the rain. Our barren hearts make fruitful With every goodly grace, That we Thy Name may hallow, And see at last Thy face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal