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Mazmur 34:18

• [Mzm 34:18] Come Near Me

  Come near me, O my Savior; Thy tenderness reveal; O, let me know the sympathy Which Thou for me dost feel; I need Thee every moment; Thine absence brings dismay; But when the tempter hurls his darts, ’Twere death with Thee away. Come near me, my Redeemer, And never leave my side; My bark, when tossed on trouble’s sea, The storm cannot outride Unless the word of power Arrest the surging wave; No voice but Thine its rage can quell, No arm but Thine can save. Come near me, blessèd Jesus, I need Thee in my joy; No less than when the direst ills My happiness destroy; For when the sun shines o’er me And flowers strew the way, Without Thy wise and guiding hand More easily I stray. Be near me, mighty Savior, When comes the latest strife; For Thou hast thro’ death’s shadows passed, And oped the gates of life; And when among the ransomed I stand with crown and palm, To Thee, divine, unfailing Friend, I’ll raise eternal psalm.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 34:18] Lord, When We Bend Before Thy Throne

  Lord, when we bend before Thy throne, And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. Our broken spirits, pitying see; True penitence impart; And let a kindling glance from Thee Beam hope upon the heart. When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign; And not a thought our bosoms share That is not wholly Thine. Let faith each weak petition fill And waft it to the skies, And teach our hearts ’tis goodness still That grants it, or denies. When our responsive tongues essay Their grateful hymns to raise, Grant that our souls may join the lay And mount to Thee in praise. Then on Thy glories, while we dwell, Thy mercies we’ll renew, Till love divine transported tell Our God’s our Father, too.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 34:18] With Broken Heart And Contrite Sigh

  With broken heart and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry; Thy pard’ning grace is rich and free: O God, be merciful to me. I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt oppressed, Christ and His cross my only plea: O God, be merciful to me. Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies; But Thou dost all my anguish see: O God, be merciful to me. Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone; To Calvary alone I flee: O God, be merciful to me. And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be, God has been merciful to me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 125:1

• [Mzm 125:1] All Who, With Heart Confiding

  All who, with heart confiding, Depend on God alone, Like Zion’s mount abiding, Shall ne’er be overthrown. Like Zion’s city, bounded By guarding mountains broad, His people are surrounded Forever by their God. No scepter of oppression Shall hold unbroken sway, Lest unto base transgression The righteous turn away. Thy favor be imparted To godly men, O Lord, Bless all that are pure-hearted, The good with good reward. The men who falsehood cherish, Forsaking truth and right, With wicked men shall perish; God will their sin requite; From sin Thy saints defending, Their joy, O Lord, increase, With mercy never ending And everlasting peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 125:1] Such As In God The Lord Do Trust

  Such as in God the Lord do trust As Mount Sion shall firmly stand, And be removèd at no hand, The Lord will count them right and just, So that they shall be sure Forever to endure. As mighty mountains huge and great Jerusalem about do close, So will the Lord be unto those Who on His godly will do wait; Such are to Him so dear They never need to fear. For though the righteous try doth He By making wicked men His rod, Lest they through grief forsake their God; It shall not as their lot still be. Give, Lord, to us Thy light Whose hearts are true and right.

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Mazmur 147:8

• [Mzm 147:8] O Sing To The Lord, Whose Bountiful Hand

  O sing to the Lord, whose bountiful hand Again doth accord His gifts to the land. His clouds have shed down their plenteousness here, His goodness shall crown the hopes of the year. In clefts of the hills the founts He hath burst, And poureth their rills through valleys athirst, The river of God the pastures has blest, The dry, withered sod in greenness is dressed. And every fold shall team with its sheep, With harvests of gold the fields shall be deep; The vales shall rejoice with laughter and song, And man’s grateful voice the music prolong. So too may He pour, the Last and the First, His graces in store on spirits athirst, Till, when the great day of harvest hath come, He takes us away to garner at home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal