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Mazmur 19:14

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Mazmur 19:14

• [Mzm 19:14] Christ Is The World’s Redeemer

  Christ is the world’s Redeemer, The lover of the pure, The Fount of heavenly wisdom, Our trust and hope secure; The Armor of His soldiers, The Lord of earth and sky; Our Health while we are living, Our Life when we shall die. Christ hath our host surrounded With clouds of martyrs bright, Who wave their palms in triumph, And fire us for the fight. Christ the red cross ascended, To save a world undone, And, suffering for the sinful, Our full redemption won. All glory to the Father, The unbegotten One; All honor be to Jesus, His sole begotten Son; And to the Holy Spirit— The perfect Trinity. Let all the worlds give answer, “Amen—so let it be.”

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• [Mzm 19:14] Glorious God, Accept A Heart

  Glorious God, accept a heart That pants to sing Thy praise! Thou without beginning art, And without end of days: Thou, a Spirit invisible, Dost to none Thy fullness show; None Thy majesty can tell, Or all Thy Godhead know. All Thine attributes we own, Thy wisdom, power, and might; Happy in Thyself alone, In goodness infinite, Thou Thy goodness hast displayed, On Thine every work impressed; Lov’st whate’er Thy hands have made, But man Thou lov’st the best. Willing Thou that all should know Thy saving truth, and live, Dost to each, or bliss or woe, With strictest justice give: Thou with perfect righteousness Renderest every man his due; Faithful in Thy promises, And in Thy threatenings, too. Thou art merciful to all Who truly turn to Thee; Hear me then for pardon call, And show Thy grace to me; Me, through mercy reconciled, Me, for Jesus’ sake forgiv’n, Me receive, Thy favored child To sing Thy praise in Heav’n.

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• [Mzm 19:14] My Dear Redeemer And My Lord

  My dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in Thy Word; But in Thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, Such deference to Thy Father’s will, Such love and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer: The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and Thy victory, too. Be Thou my Pattern; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here; Then God the Judge shall own my name Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

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Mazmur 25:2

• [Mzm 25:2] Trusting Jesus (2)

  Dear Lord, take up our tangled strands, Where we have wrought in vain, That by the skill of Thy dear hands Some beauty may remain. Refrain Transformed by grace divine, The glory shall be Thine; To Thy most holy will, O Lord, We now our all resign. Touch Thou the sad, discordant keys Of every troubled breast, And change to peaceful harmonies The sighings of unrest. Refrain Where broken vows in fragments lie— The toil of wasted years— Do Thou make whole again, we cry, And give a song for tears. Refrain Take all the failures, each mistake Of our poor human ways, Then, Savior, for Thine own dear sake, Make them show forth Thy praise. Refrain

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Mazmur 39:4

• [Mzm 39:4] Almighty Maker Of My Frame

  Almighty Maker of my frame! Teach me the measure of my days, Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant in Thy praise. My days are shorter than a span, A little point my life appears; How frail at best is dying man! How vain are all his hopes and fears! Vain his ambition, noise and show; Vain are the cares which rack his mind; He heaps up treasures mixed with woe, And dies and leaves them all behind. O be a nobler portion mine! My God, I bow before Thy throne; Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on Thee alone.

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• [Mzm 39:4] Teach Me The Measure Of My Days

  Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life’s narrow space, And learn how frail I am. A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o’er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. Some walk in honor’s gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs, they know not who, And straight are seen no more. What should I wish or wait for, then, From creatures earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 80:14

• [Mzm 80:14] Look Down Upon Us, God Of Grace

  Look down upon us, God of grace, And send from Thy most holy place The quickening Spirit all divine, On us and on this bread and wine. O may His overshadowing Make now for us this bread we bring The body of Thy Son our Lord, This cup His blood for sinners poured.
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• [Mzm 80:14] O Heavenly King, Look Down From Above

  O heavenly King, look down from above; Assist us to sing Thy mercy and love. So sweetly o’erflowing, so plenteous the store, Thou still art bestowing, and giving us more. O God of our life, we hallow Thy Name, Our business and strife is Thee to proclaim. Accept our thanksgiving for creating grace; The living, the living shall show forth Thy praise. Our Father and Lord, almighty art Thou; Preserved by Thy Word, we worship Thee now; The bountiful Donor of all we enjoy, Our tongues, to Thine honor, and lives we employ. But, oh, above all Thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall which saves the lost race; Thy Son Thou hast given the world to redeem, And bring us to Heaven whose trust is in Him.

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Mazmur 139:8

• [Mzm 139:8] O Lord, Thy All Discerning Eyes

  O Lord, Thy all discerning eyes My inmost purpose see; My deeds, my words, my thoughts, arise Alike disclosed to Thee: My sitting down, my rising up, Broad noon, and deepest night, My path, my pillow, and my cup, Are open to Thy sight. Before, behind, I meet Thine eye, And feel Thy heavy hand: Such knowledge is for me too high, To reach or understand: What of Thy wonders can I know? What of Thy purpose see? Where from Thy Spirit shall I go? Where from Thy presence flee? If I ascend to heaven on high, Or make my bed in hell; Or take the morning’s wings, and fly O’er ocean’s bounds to dwell; Or seek, from Thee, a hiding place Amid the gloom of night— Alike to Thee are time and space, The darkness and the light.

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  source: Cyberhymnal