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Mazmur 106:47

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Mazmur 106:47

• [Mzm 106:47] God Of The Nations, Who From Dawn Of Days

  God of the nations, who from dawn of days, Hast led Thy people in their widening ways, Through Whose deep purpose stranger thousands stand Here in the borders of our promised land. Thine ancient might rebuked the Pharaoh’s boast Thou wast the shield for Israel’s marching host, And, all the ages through, past crumbling throne And broken fetter, Thou hast brought Thine own. Thy hand has led across the hungry sea The eager peoples flocking to be free, And, from the breeds of earth, Thy silent sway Fashions the nation of the broadening day. Then, for Thy grace to grow in brotherhood, For hearts aflame to serve Thy destined good, For faith, and will to win what faith shall see, God of Thy people, hear us cry to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matius 8:25

• [Mat 8:25] When Through The Torn Sail

  When through the torn sail the wild tempest is raging, When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker, “Save, Lord, or we perish.” O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, “Save, Lord, or we perish.” And O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts his wild warfare is waging, Then send down Thy grace Thy redeemèd to cherish Rebuke the destroyer; “Save, Lord, or we perish.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matius 14:30

• [Mat 14:30] Jesus, Help Me

  Jesus, help me, I am weary, Let me hold Thy hand in mine; For the stream of living water, In a thirsty land I pine; O my Father, do not leave me, In this dark and dreadful hour, Fold me in Thy arms of mercy, Keep me from the tempter’s pow’r. Jesus, help me, I am fainting, ’Neath the desert’s burning sky; Lead to pastures cool and fragrant, There my every want supply; Shade me with Thy wings eternal, Let me feel Thee ever near; Thou canst whisper words of comfort, Thou canst dry the falling tear. Jesus, help me, I am sinking, In the cold and chilly wave; Give me strength, my faith increasing, Thou alone hast power to save. Let my soul be filled with rapture, Let my hope be stayed in Thee, Let me bear my cross with patience, Till I sleep and wake with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal