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Mazmur 116:12

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Mazmur 27:4

• [Mzm 27:4] O That I Could For Ever Dwell

  O that I could for ever dwell, Delighted, at the Savior’s feet, Behold the form I love so well, And all His tender words repeat. The world shut out from all my soul, And Heav’n brought in with all its bliss— O is there aught from pole to pole, One moment to compare to this! This is the hidden life I prize— A life of penitential love; When most my follies I despise, And raise my highest thoughts above. Thus would I live till nature fail, And all my former sins forsake; Then rise to God within the veil, And of eternal joys partake.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 32:7

• [Mzm 32:7] Dark Is The Night

  Dark is the night, and cold the wind is blowing, Nearer and nearer comes the breakers’ roar; Where shall I go, or whither fly for refuge? Hide me, my Father, till the storm is o’er. Refrain With His loving hand to guide, let the clouds above me roll, And the billows in their fury dash around me. I can brave the wildest storm, with His glory in my soul, I can sing amidst the tempest—Praise the Lord! Dark is the night, but cheering is the promise, He will go with me o’er the troubled wave; Safe He will lead me through the pathless waters, Jesus, the mighty One, and strong to save. Refrain Dark is the night, but lo! the day is breaking, Onward my bark, unfurl thy every sail, Now at the helm I see my Father standing, Soon will my anchor drop within the veil. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 32:7] Hide Thou Me

  In Thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, hide Thou me! When the fitful tempest rages, hide Thou me! Where no mortal arm can sever From my heart Thy love forever, Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages, safe in Thee! From the snare of sinful pleasure, hide Thou me! Thou, my soul’s eternal Treasure, hide Thou me! When the world its power is wielding, And my heart is almost yielding, Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages, safe in Thee! In the lonely night of sorrow, hide Thou me! Till in glory dawns the morrow, hide Thou me! When we’re nearing Jordan’s billow, Let Thy bosom be my pillow; Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages, safe in Thee!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 32:7] Thou Art My Hiding Place, O Lord

  Thou art my hiding place, O Lord, In Thee I put my trust; Encouraged by Thy holy Word, A feeble child of dust; I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea; And ’tis enough my Savior died, My Savior died for me. When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy seat, My hope within the veil. From strife of tongues and bitter words My spirit flies to Thee: Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Savior died for me. ’Mid trials heavy to the be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body racked with pain, Ah! what could the sufferer rest, Bid every murmur flee, But this, the witness in my breast That Jesus died for me? And when Thine awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away, Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, O give me strength in death to speak, “My Savior died for me.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 116:12

• [Mzm 116:12] What Shall I Render To My God (watts)

  What shall I render to my God For all His kindness shown? My feet shall visit Thine abode, My songs address Thy throne. Among the saints that fill Thine house My off’rings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. How much is mercy Thy delight, Thou ever blessèd God! How dear Thy servants in Thy sight! How precious is their blood! How happy all Thy servants are! How great Thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made Thy care, Lord, I devote to Thee. Now I am Thine, forever Thine, Nor shall my purpose move Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with Thy love. Here in Thy courts I leave my vow, And Thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 116:12] What Shall I Render To My God (wesley)

  What shall I render to my God For all His mercy’s store? I’ll take the gifts He hath bestowed, And humbly ask for more. The sacred cup of saving grace I will with thanks receive, And all His promises embrace, And to His glory live. My vows I will to His great Name Before His people pay, And all I have, and all I am, Upon His altar lay. Thy lawful servant, Lord, I owe To Thee whate’er is mine, Born in Thy family below, And by redemption thine. Thy hands created me, Thy hands From sin have set me free, The mercy that hath loosed my bands Hath bound me fast to Thee. The God of all redeeming grace My God I will proclaim, Offer the sacrifice of praise, And call upon His Name. Praise Him, ye saints, the God of love, Who hath my sins forgiven, Till, gathered to the church above, We sing the songs of Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 116:12] What Shall I Render To The Lord

  What shall I render to the Lord For all His benefits to me? How shall my soul, by grace restored, Give worthy thanks, O Lord, to Thee? Salvation’s cup of blessing now I take, and call upon God’s Name; Before His saints I pay my vow And here my gratitude proclaim. His saints the Lord delights to save, Their death is precious in His sight; He has redeemed me from the grave, And in His service I delight. With thankful heart I offer now My gift, and call upon God’s Name; Before His saints I pay my vow And here my gratitude proclaim. Within His house, the house of prayer, I dedicate myself to God; Let all His saints His grace declare And join to sound His praise abroad.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 116:12] What Shall I Render To The Lord?

  What shall I render to the Lord, What shall my offering be, For all the gracious benefits He has bestowed on me? Salvation’s cup my soul will take While to the Lord I pray, And with His people I will meet, My thankful vows to pay. Not lightly does the Lord permit His chosen saints to die; From death Thou hast delivered me, Thy servant, Lord, am I. Within His house, the house of prayer, My soul shall bless the Lord, And praises to His holy Name Let all His saints accord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Filipi 1:23

• [Flp 1:23] While On The Verge Of Life I Stand

  While on the verge of life I stand, And view the scene on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay, And longs to wing its flight away. Where Jesus dwells my soul would be, And faints my much loved Lord to see: Earth, twine no more about my heart, For ’tis far better to depart. Come, ye angelic envoys, come, And lead the willing pilgrim home! Ye know the way to Jesus’ throne— Source of my joys and of your own. That blissful interview, how sweet, To fall transported at His feet: Raised in His arms to view His face, Thro’ the full beamings of His grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal