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Ibrani 6:12-15

1 Samuel 7:11-17

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Ibrani 6:12-15

• [Ibr 6:12] Triumphs Of The Saints, The

  The triumphs of the saints, The toils they bravely bore, The love that never faints, Their glory evermore— For these the Church today Pours forth her joyous lay; What victors wear so rich a bay? This clinging world of ill Them and their works abhorred; Its withering flowers still They spurned with one accord; They knew them short lived all, How soon they fade and fall, And followed, Jesu, at Thy call. What tongue may here declare, Fancy or thought descry, The joys Thou dost prepare For these Thy saints on high? Empurpled in the flood Of their victorious blood, They won the laurel from their God. O Lord most high, we pray, Stretch forth Thy mighty arm To put our sins away And shelter us from harm; O give Thy servants peace; From guilt and pain release; Our praise to Thee shall never cease.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Samuel 7:11-17

• [1Sam 7:12] Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

  Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it, Mount of Thy redeeming love. Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, Till released from flesh and sin, Yet from what I do inherit, Here Thy praises I’ll begin; Here I raise my Ebenezer; Here by Thy great help I’ve come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood; How His kindness yet pursues me Mortal tongue can never tell, Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me I cannot proclaim it well. O to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above. O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face; Clothed then in blood washed linen How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace; Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away; Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sam 7:12] Lord Hath Helped Me Hitherto, The

  The Lord hath helped me hitherto By His surpassing favor; His mercies every morn were new, His kindness did not waver. God hitherto hath been my Guide, Hath pleasures hitherto supplied, And hitherto hath helped me. I praise and thank Thee, Lord, my God, For Thine abundant blessing Which heretofore Thou hast bestowed And I am still possessing. Inscribe this on my memory: The Lord hath done great things for me And graciously hath helped me. Help me henceforth, O God of grace, Help me on each occasion, Help me in each and every place, Help me through Jesus’ passion; Help me in life and death, O God, Help me through Jesus’ dying blood; Help me as Thou hast helped me!

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  source: Cyberhymnal