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Mazmur 91:2

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Mazmur 39:7

• [Mzm 39:7] Another Year Completed

  Another year completed, The day comes round once more Which with our patron’s radiance Is bright as heretofore. Now, strong in hope, united His festival we greet; He will present our troubles Before the mercy-seat. The Scriptures tell how Moses Did for the people pray, Appeased the Judge eternal, And turned His wrath away; Elijah’s prayer had power, To close and open Heav’n; Such saints as were aforetime, Such saints to us are giv’n. O saint of God, belovèd, And placed on His right hand, Thy prayers be like a rampart As ’gainst the foe we stand; For Abraham’s God is thy God, And Isaac’s God is thine, Thine is the God of Jacob, The Lord of power benign. For forty years His Israel He fed with angels’ food; The flinty rock He opened The streams of water flowed. Entreat that Christ His people May lead to victory: The God of Joshua’s triumph The Lord thy God is He.

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• [Mzm 39:7] Sweeter Sounds That Music Knows

  Sweeter sounds than music knows Charm me, in Emmanuel’s Name; All her hopes my spirit owes To His birth, and cross, and shame. When He came the angels sang “Glory be to God on high,” Lord, unloose my stammering tongue, Who should louder sing than I. Did the Lord a man become That He might the law fulfill, Bleed and suffer in my room, And canst thou, my tongue, be still? No, I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are, and weak; For should I refuse to sing Sure the very stones would speak. O my Savior, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend, Every precious name in one; I will love Thee without end.

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• [Mzm 39:7] Thou Only Sovereign Of My Heart

  Thou only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty Friend— And can my soul from Thee depart, On Whom alone my hopes depend? Whither, ah whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford? Eternal life Thy words impart; On these my fainting spirit lives; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature gives. Let earth’s alluring joys combine, While Thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of Thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.

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• [Mzm 39:7] Year Is Gone, Beyond Recall, The

  The year is gone, beyond recall, With all its hopes and fears, With all its bright and gladdening smiles, With all its mourners’ tears. Thy thankful people praise Thee, Lord, For countless gifts received; And pray for grace to keep the faith Which saints of old believed. To Thee we come, O gracious Lord, The newborn year to bless; Defend our land from pestilence, Give peace and plenteousness. Forgive this nation’s many sins, The growth of vice restrain; And help us all with sin to strive, And crowns of life to gain. From evil deeds that stain the past We now desire to flee; And pray that future years may all Be spent, good Lord, for Thee. O Father, let Thy watchful eye Still look on us in love, That we may praise Thee, year by year, With angel hosts above. All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, While endless ages run.

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Mazmur 143:9

• [Mzm 143:9] Hiding In Thee

  O safe to the Rock that is higher than I, My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly; So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine, would I be; Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee. Refrain Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee. In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow’s lone hour, In times when temptation casts o’er me its power; In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea, Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee. Refrain How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe, I have fled to my refuge and breathed out my woe; How often, when trials like sea billows roll, Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul. Refrain

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• [Mzm 143:9] Lord, As To Thy Dear Cross We Flee

  Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. Help us through good report and ill Our daily cross to bear, Like Thee to do our Father’s will, Our brethren’s grief to share. Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine, And kindness in our being dwell, As free and true as Thine. If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And grief’s dark day come on, We in our turn would meekly cry, “Father, Thy will be done.” Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim To conquer them by love. Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O may we lead the pilgrim’s life And follow Thee to Heaven.

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• [Mzm 143:9] O Lamb Of God, Still Keep Me

  O Lamb of God, still keep me Close to Thy piercèd side; ’Tis only there in safety And peace I can abide. What foes and snares surround me, What lusts and fears within! The grace that sought and found me Alone can keep me clean. ’Tis only in Thee hiding I feel myself secure; Only in Thee abiding, The conflict can endure. Thine arm the victory gaineth O’er every hateful foe; Thy love my heart sustaineth In all its cares and woe. Soon shall my eyes behold Thee With rapture face to face; One half hath not been told me Of all Thy power and grace. Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of Thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all Thy saints above.

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Mazmur 91:2

• [Mzm 91:2] Still Will We Trust

  Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary, And the heart faint beneath His chastening rod; Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary, Still will we trust in God! Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed, And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain; Through Him alone Who hath our way appointed, We find our peace again. Choose for us, God! Nor let our weak preferring Cheat our poor souls of good Thou has designed; Choose for us, God! Thy wisdom is unerring, And we are fools and blind. So from our sky the night shall furl her shadows, And day pour gladness through his golden gates, Our rough path lead to flower-enameled meadows, Where joy our coming waits. Let us press on, in patient self denial, Accept the hardship, shrink not from the loss; Our portion lies beyond the hour of trial, Our crown beyond the cross.

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