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Mazmur 78:10

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Mazmur 16:2

• [Mzm 16:2] Oh To Be Over Yonder

  Oh to be over yonder, In that bright land of wonder, Where the angel voices mingle, and The angel harps do ring! To be free from care and sorrow, And the anxious dread tomorrow, To rest in light and sunshine in The presence of the King! Refrain Oh to be over yonder! In that land of wonder, There to be forever In the presence of the King! Oh to be over yonder! My longing heart grows fonder Of looking to the far off east, To see the daystar bring Some tidings of th’awaking— Of the cloudless, pure day breaking, My heart is yearning—yearning for The coming of the King! Refrain Oh to be over yonder! Alas! I sigh and ponder— Why clings this poor, weak heart of mine To any earthly thing? For each earthly tie must sever, And pass away forever: There’s no more separation in The presence of the King! Refrain Oh, when shall I be dwelling Where angel voices, swelling In triumphant hallelujahs, make The vaulted heavens ring— Where the pearly gates are gleaming, And the Morning Star is beaming? O when shall I be yonder in The presence of the King? Refrain Oh, when shall I be yonder? The longing groweth stronger To join in all the praises the Redeemèd ones do sing. Within those heavenly places, Where the angels veil their faces, In awe and adoration, in The presence of the King! Refrain Oh, I shall soon be yonder, And lonely as I wander, Yearning for the welcome summer— Longing for the bird’s fleet wing, The midnight may be dreary, And the heart be worn and weary, But there’s no more shadow yonder, In the presence of the King. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 44:6

• [Mzm 44:6] Thou Art The Mighty King Of Kings

  Thou art the mighty King of kings, The Lord of lords most high: Israel is safe beneath Thy wings; Thy servant shall not die. Through Thee we shall the victory gain, Though hosts of hell oppose: Thou art our God; and Thou wilt reign, And conquer all our foes. We trust not in our bow or sword; For weakness is our pow’r: In Thee we trust, Almighty Lord, Through every dangerous hour, To Thee we look, Thou God of love, Thy holy Name adore: Oh, may we rise to Heav’n above, To love and praise Thee more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 56:11

• [Mzm 56:11] Who Trusts In God, A Strong Abode

  Who trusts in God, a strong abode In Heav’n and earth possesses; Who looks in love to Christ above, No fear his heart oppresses. In Thee alone, dear Lord, we own Sweet hope and consolation; Our shield from foes, our balm for woes, Our great and sure salvation. Though Satan’s wrath beset our path, And worldly scorn assail us; While Thou art near we will not fear, Thy strength shall never fail us. Thy rod and staff, shall keep us safe, And guide our steps forever; Nor shades of death, nor hell beneath, Our souls from Thee shall sever. In all the strife of mortal life, Our feet shall stand securely; Temptation’s hour shall lose its power, For Thou shalt guard us surely. O God, renew, with heavenly dew, Our body, soul, and spirit, Until we stand at Thy right hand, Through Jesus’ saving merit.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 116:6

• [Mzm 116:6] Saved, Saved

  I’ve found a Friend, who is all to me, His love is ever true; I love to tell how He lifted me And what His grace can do for you. Refrain Saved by His power divine, Saved to new life sublime! Life now is sweet and my joy is complete, For I’m saved, saved, saved! He saves me from every sin and harm, Secures my soul each day; I’m leaning strong on His mighty arm; I know He’ll guide me all the way. Refrain When poor and needy and all alone, In love He said to me, “Come unto Me and I’ll lead you home, To live with Me eternally.” Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 119:9

• [Mzm 119:9] Bible, The

  The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold, The hopes and the glories its pages unfold; It speaks of a Savior, and tells of His love; It shows us the way to the mansions above, It shows us the way to the mansions above. The Bible! the Bible! blest volume of truth, How sweetly it smiles on the season of youth! It bids us seek early the pearl of great price, Ere th’heart is enslaved in the bondage of vice, Ere th’heart is enslaved in the bondage of vice. The Bible! the Bible! we hail it with joy, Its truths and its glories our tongues shall employ; We’ll sing of its triumphs, we’ll sing of its worth, And send its glad tidings afar o’er the earth, And send its glad tidings afar o’er the earth. The Bible! the Bible! the valleys shall ring, And hilltops re-echo the notes that we sing; Our banners inscribed with its precepts and rules Shall long wave in triumph, the joy of our schools, Shall long wave in triumph, the joy of our schools.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 119:9] How, Can I, Lord, Keep My Way Pure?

  How can I, Lord, keep my way pure? To Your Word I must be true. So I seek You with my whole heart; Do not let me stray from You. Your Word’s hidden in my heart, Lord, That I might not go astray. Praise to You, O Lord, my Father; Teach me Your decrees each day. With my lips I recount gladly All the laws You’ve giv’n to man. I rejoice in all Your statutes, As in wealth too vast to scan. Meditating on Your precepts, I consider all Your ways. I delight in Your decrees, Lord; I will never turn away.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 119:9] How Shall The Young Direct Their Way?

  How shall the young direct their way? What light shall be their perfect guide? Thy Word, O Lord, will safely lead, If in its wisdom they confide. Sincerely I have sought Thee, Lord, O let me not from Thee depart; To know Thy will and keep from sin Thy Word I cherish in my heart. O blessèd Lord, teach me Thy law, Thy righteous judgments I declare; Thy testimonies make me glad, For they are wealth beyond compare. Upon Thy precepts and Thy ways My heart will meditate with awe; Thy Word shall be my chief delight, And I will not forget Thy law.

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• [Mzm 119:9] How Shall The Young Secure Their Hearts

  How shall the young secure their hearts And guard their lives from sin? Thy Word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. ’Tis, like the sun, a heav’nly light That guides us all the day, And through the dangers of the night A lamp to lead our way. The men that keep Thy law with care, And meditate Thy Word, Grow wiser than their teachers are, And better know the Lord. Thy precepts make me truly wise: I hate the sinner’s road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love Thy law, my God. The starry heav’ns Thy rule obey, The earth maintains her place; And these Thy servants, night and day, Thy skill and power express. But still Thy law and Gospel, Lord, Have lessons more divine; Not earth stands firmer than Thy Word, Nor stars so nobly shine. Thy Word is everlasting truth; How pure is every page! That holy Book shall guide our youth And well support our age.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 119:16

• [Mzm 119:16] A Glory Gilds The Sacred Page

  A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun; It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none. The Spirit breathes upon the Word And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise; They rise, but never set. Let everlasting thanks be Thine For such a bright display. As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 119:16] Upon The Gospel’s Sacred Page

  Upon the Gospel’s sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine; And, as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine. On mightier wing, in loftier flight, From year to year does knowledge soar; And, as it soars, the Gospel light Becomes effulgent more and more. More glorious still, as centuries roll, New regions blest, new powers unfurled, Expanding with the expanding soul, Its radiance shall o’er flow the world. Flow to restore, but not destroy, As when the cloudless lamp of day Pours out its floods of light and joy, And sweeps the lingering mists away.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 119:16] We Love The Good Old Bible

  We love the good old Bible, The glorious Word of God, The lamp for those who travel O’er all life’s dreary road. The watchword in life’s battle, The chart on life’s dark sea; The beautiful, dear Bible, It shall our teacher be. Who would not love the Bible, So beautiful and wise? Its teachings charm the simple, And point us to the skies. Its stories all so mighty Of men so brave to see; The beautiful, dear Bible, It shall our teacher be. But most we love the Bible, For there we children learn How Christ for us became a child, Our hearts to Him to turn; And how He bowed to sorrow, That we His face might see, The Bible, O the Bible, It shall our teacher be. Then we will hold the Bible, The glorious book of God; We’ll ne’er forsake the Bible Through all life’s future road. And when we lie adying, Wherever that may be, The beautiful, dear Bible, Shall still our solace be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 139:11

• [Mzm 139:11] Round Me Falls The Night

  Round me falls the night; Savior, be my Light: Through the hours in darkness shrouded Let me see Thy face unclouded; Let Thy glory shine in this heart of mine. Earthly work is done, earthly sounds are none; Rest in sleep and silence seeking, Let my hear Thee softly speaking; In my spirit’s ear whisper “I am near.” Darkened now each ray o’er the traveler’s way; Let me know that Thou hast found me, Let me feel Thine arms around me, Sure from every ill Thou wilt guard me still. Blessèd heavenly Light, shining through earth’s night; Voice, that oft of love hast told me; Arms, so strong to clasp and hold me; Thou Thy watch wilt keep, Savior, o’er my sleep.

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Mazmur 147:5

• [Mzm 147:5] Infinite God, To Thee We Raise

  Infinite God, to Thee we raise Our hearts in solemn songs of praise, By all Thy works on earth adored, We worship Thee, the common Lord; The everlasting Father own, And bow our souls before Thy throne. Thee all the choir of angels sings, The Lord of hosts, the King of kings; Cherubs proclaim Thy praise aloud, And seraphs shout the Triune God; And, “Holy, holy, holy,” cry, “Thy glory fills both earth and sky!” God of the patriarchal race, The ancient seers record Thy praise, The goodly apostolic band In highest joy and glory stand; And all the saints and prophets join To extol Thy majesty divine. Head of the martyrs’ noble host, Of Thee they justly make their boast; The church, to earth’s remotest bounds, Her heavenly Founder’s praise resounds; And strives, with those around the throne, To hymn the mystic Three in One. Father of endless majesty, All might and love they render Thee; Thy true and only Son adore, The same in dignity and power; And God the Holy Ghost declare, The saints’ eternal Comforter.

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  source: Cyberhymnal