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Mazmur 31:20

• [Mzm 31:20] In The Secret Of His Presence

  In the secret of His presence how my soul delights to hide! Oh, how precious are the lessons which I learn at Jesus’ side! Earthly cares can never vex me, neither trials lay me low; For when Satan comes to tempt me, to the secret place I go, To the secret place I go. When my soul is faint and thirsty, ’neath the shadow of His wing There is cool and pleasant shelter, and a fresh and crystal spring; And my Savior rests beside me, as we hold communion sweet: If I tried, I could not utter what He says when thus we meet, What He says when thus we meet. Only this I know: I tell Him all my doubts, my griefs and fears; Oh, how patiently He listens! and my drooping soul He cheers: Do you think He ne’er reproves me? What a false Friend He would be, If He never, never told me of the sins which He must see, Of the sins which He must see. Would you like to know the sweetness of the secret of the Lord? Go and hide beneath His shadow: this shall then be your reward; And whene’er you leave the silence of that happy meeting place, You must mind and bear the image of the Master in your face, Of the Master in your face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 36:6

• [Mzm 36:6] High In The Heavens, Eternal God

  High in the heav’ns, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens Thy designs. Forever firm Thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of Thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. Thy providence is kind and large Both man and beast Thy bounty share; The whole creation is Thy charge, But saints are Thy peculiar care. My God, how excellent Thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort spring! The sons of Adam in distress Fly to the shadow of Thy wing. From the provisions of Thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast; There mercy like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste. Life, like a fountain, rich and free, Springs from the presence of the Lord; And in Thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in Thy Word.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 84:10

• [Mzm 84:10] How Lovely Are Thy Tents, O Lord

  How lovely are Thy tents, O Lord! Where’er Thou choosest to record Thy Name, or place Thy house of prayer; My soul outflies the angel choir, And faints, o’erpowered with strong desire, To meet Thy special presence there. My heart and flesh cry out for God; There would I fix my soul’s abode, As birds that in the altars nest; There would I all my young ones bring, An offering to my God and King, And in Thy courts for ever rest. Happy the men to whom ’tis given, To dwell within that gate of Heaven, And in Thy house record Thy praise; Whose strength and confidence Thou art, Who feel Thee, Savior, in their heart, The Way, the Truth, the Life of grace: Who, passing through the mournful vale, Drink comfort from the living well, That flows replenished from above; From strength to strength advancing here, Till all before their God appear, And each receives the crown of love. Better a day Thy courts within Than thousands in the tents of sin; How base the noblest pleasure there! How great the weakest child of Thine! His meanest task is all divine, And kings and priests Thy servants are. The Lord protects and cheers His own, Their light and strength, their shield and sun; He shall both grace and glory give; Unlimited His bounteous grant; No real good they e’er shall want; All, all is theirs, who righteous live. O Lord of hosts, how blest is he Who steadfastly believes in Thee! He all Thy promises shall gain; The soul that on Thy love is cast Thy perfect love on earth shall taste, And soon with Thee in glory reign.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 84:10] How Lovely, How Divinely Sweet

  How lovely, how divinely sweet, Oh Lord! Thy sacred courts appear; Fain would my longing passions meet The glories of Thy presence there. O bless’d the men, bless’d their employ, Whom Thy indulgent favors raise To dwell in those abodes of joy, And sing Thy never ceasing praise. Happy the men whom strength divine With ardent love and zeal inspires; Whose steps to Thy blest way incline With willing hearts and warm desires. One day within Thy sacred gate, Affords more real joy to me Than thousands in the tents of state; The meanest place is bliss with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 84:10] My Soul, How Lovely Is The Place

  My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! ’Tis heav’n to see His smiling face, Though in His earthly courts. There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quick’ning rays. With His rich gifts the heav’nly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals His wondrous love, And sheds abroad His grace. There, mighty God, Thy words declare The secrets of Thy will; And still we seek Thy mercy there, And sing Thy praises still. My heart and flesh cry out for Thee, While far from Thine abode; When shall I tread Thy courts, and see My Savior and my God? The sparrow builds herself a nest, And suffers no remove; O make me, like the sparrows, blest, To dwell but where I love. To sit one day beneath Thine eye, And hear Thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employed in carnal joys. Lord, at Thy threshold I would wait While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin. Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at Thy right hand I’d give them both away.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 84:10] Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above

  Pleasant are Thy courts above, In the land of light and love; Pleasant are Thy courts below In this land of sin and woe; O, my spirit longs and faints For the converse of Thy saints, For the brightness of Thy face, For Thy fullness, God of grace. Happy birds that sing and fly Round Thy altars, O most High; Happier souls that find a rest In a heavenly Father’s breast; Like the wandering dove that found No repose on earth around, They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. Happy souls, their praises flow Even in this vale of woe; Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies; On they go from strength to strength, Till they reach Thy throne at length, At Thy feet adoring fall, Who hast led them safe through all. Lord, be mine this prize to win, Guide me through a world of sin, Keep me by Thy saving grace, Give me at Thy side a place; Sun and shield alike Thou art, Guide and guard my erring heart. Grace and glory flow from Thee; Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal