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Mazmur 103:3

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Mazmur 86:5

• [Mzm 86:5] How Oft, Alas!

  How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord, How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of His Word. Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return”; Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn; O take the wanderer home. And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardoned rebel live To speak Thy wondrous love? Almighty grace, thy healing power How glorious, how divine! That can to bliss and life restore So vile a heart as mine. Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Savior, I adore; O keep me at Thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more.

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• [Mzm 86:5] Wilt Thou Forgive?

  Wilt Thou forgive that sin, by man begun, Which was my sin though it were done before? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. I have a sin of fear, that when I’ve spun My last thread, I shall perish on the shore; But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son Shall shine, as He shines now and heretofore: And, having done that, Thou hast done: I fear no more.

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Mazmur 103:3

• [Mzm 103:3] Holy God, We Praise Thy Name

  Holy God, we praise Thy Name; Lord of all, we bow before Thee! All on earth Thy scepter claim, All in Heaven above adore Thee; Infinite Thy vast domain, Everlasting is Thy reign. Hark! the loud celestial hymn Angel choirs above are raising, Cherubim and seraphim, In unceasing chorus praising; Fill the heavens with sweet accord: Holy, holy, holy, Lord. Lo! the apostolic train Join the sacred Name to hallow; Prophets swell the loud refrain, And the white robed martyrs follow; And from morn to set of sun, Through the Church the song goes on. Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee; While in essence only One, Undivided God we claim Thee; And adoring bend the knee, While we own the mystery. Thou art King of glory, Christ: Son of God, yet born of Mary; For us sinners sacrificed, And to death a tributary: First to break the bars of death, Thou has opened Heaven to faith. From Thy high celestial home, Judge of all, again returning, We believe that Thou shalt come In the dreaded doomsday morning; When Thy voice shall shake the earth, And the startled dead come forth. Therefore do we pray Thee, Lord: Help Thy servants whom, redeeming By Thy precious blood out-poured, Thou hast saved from Satan’s scheming. Give to them eternal rest In the glory of the blest. Spare Thy people, Lord, we pray, By a thousand snares surrounded: Keep us without sin today, Never let us be confounded. Lo, I put my trust in Thee; Never, Lord, abandon me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal