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Mikha 6:6

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Mazmur 100:2

• [Mzm 100:2] Jehovah, Let Me Now Adore Thee

  Jehovah, let me now adore Thee, For where is there a God, such, Lord, as Thou? With songs I fain would come before Thee; O let Thy Holy Spirit teach me now To praise Thee in His Name through Whom alone Our songs can please Thee, through Thy blessèd Son. O Father, draw me to my Savior That Thy dear Son may draw me unto Thee; Thy Spirit guide my whole behavior And rule both sense and reason thus in me, That, Lord, Thy peace I taste may ne’er depart, But wake sweet melodies within my heart. O joy! our hope and trust are founded On His sure Word, and witness in the heart; I know Thy mercies are unbounded, And all good gifts Thou freely wilt impart, Nay, more is lavished by Thou bounteous hand, Than we can ask or seek or understand. O joy! In His Name we draw near Thee, Who ever pleadeth for the sons of men; I ask in faith and Thou wilt hear me, In Him Thy promises are all Amen. O joy for me! and praise be ever Thine, Whose wondrous love has made such blessings mine!

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• [Mzm 100:2] My Gracious Lord, I Own Thy Right

  My gracious Lord, I own Thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight To hear Thy dictates, and obey. What is my being but for Thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? ’Tis my delight Thy face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend. I would not sigh for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. ’Tis to my Savior I would live, To Him Who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at His side. His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess His dying love, His saving power.

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• [Mzm 100:2] Now I Resolve With All My Heart

  Now I resolve with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord: Nor from His precepts e’er depart, Whose service is a rich reward. O be His service all my joy; Around let my example shine Till others love the best employ And join in labors so divine. Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to His supreme control, And in His kind commands rejoice. O may I never faint nor tire, Nor wandering leave His sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul’s desire, And give me strength to live Thy praise.

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• [Mzm 100:2] O Sing To Me Of Heav’n

  O sing to me of Heav’n When I am called to die; Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To waft my soul on high. When cold and sluggish drops Roll off my marble brow, Burst forth in strains of joyfulness, Let Heav’n begin below. When the last moment comes, O watch my dying face, And catch the bright seraphic gleam Which on earth each feature plays. Then to my ravished ear Let one sweet song be giv’n; Let music charm me last on earth, And greet me first in Heav’n.

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• [Mzm 100:2] Tell It Out With Gladness

  Are you happy in the Lord, Tell it out with gladness; Are you trusting in His Word, Tell it out with gladness; If a Savior’s love you feel, Can your soul its power conceal? To the world your joy reveal, Tell it out with gladness. Refrain Tell it out, tell it out with gladness, Tell it out, tell it out with gladness, Tell the world the joy you feel, Tell it out, tell it out with gladness. Are you walking in the light, Tell it out with gladness; Is your hope of glory bright, Tell it out with gladness; Have you perfect peace within, Are you trying still to win Constant victory over sin, Tell it out with gladness. Refrain Do you love the place of prayer, Tell it out with gladness; Do you find a blessing there, Tell it out with gladness; While your thoughts on Jesus dwell, Does your soul with rapture swell? Can you say that all is well? Tell it out with gladness. Refrain

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Mikha 6:6

• [Mi 6:6] One Cup Of Healing Oil And Wine

  One cup of healing oil and wine, One offering laid upon mercy’s shrine, Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to Thee, Than lifted eye or bended knee. In true and inward faith we trace The source of every outward grace; Within the pious heart it plays, A living fount of joy and praise. Kind deeds of peace and love betray Where’er the stream has found its way; But where these spring not rich and fair, The stream has never wandered there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal