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Mazmur 118:24

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Mazmur 32:3

• [Mzm 32:3] While I Keep Silence, And Conceal

  While I keep silence, and conceal My heavy guilt within my heart, What torments doth my conscience feel! What agonies of inward smart! I spread my sins before the Lord, And all my secret faults confess; Thy Gospel speaks a pardoning word, Thine Holy Spirit seals the grace. For this shall every humble soul Make swift addresses to Thy seat; When floods of huge temptations roll, There shall they find a blest retreat. How safe beneath Thy wings I lie, When days grow dark and storms appear; And when I walk, Thy watchful eye Shall guide me safe from every snare.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 71:8

• [Mzm 71:8] Fill Thou My Life

  Fill Thou my life, O Lord my God, In every part with praise, That my whole being may proclaim Thy being and Thy ways. Not for the lip of praise alone, Nor e’en the praising heart I ask, but for a life made up Of praise in every part! Praise in the common words I speak, Life’s common looks and tones, In fellowship in hearth and board With my belovèd ones; Not in the temple crowd alone Where holy voices chime, But in the silent paths of earth, The quiet rooms of time. Fill every part of me with praise; Let all my being speak Of Thee and of Thy love, O Lord, Poor though I be, and weak. So shalt Thou, Lord, from me, e’en me, Receive the glory due; And so shall I begin on earth The song forever new. So shall each fear, each fret, each care Be turned into a song, And every winding of the way The echo shall prolong; So shall no part of day or night From sacredness be free; But all my life, in every step Be fellowship with Thee.

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Mazmur 90:12

• [Mzm 90:12] And Is This Life Prolonged To Me?

  And is this life prolonged to me? Are days and seasons giv’n? O let me, then, prepare to be A fitter heir of Heav’n. In vain these moments shall not pass, These golden hours be gone: Lord, I accept Thine offered grace, I bow before Thy throne. Now cleanse my soul from every sin By my Redeemer’s blood; Now let my flesh and soul begin The honors of my God. Let me no more my soul beguile With sin’s deceitful toys; Let cheerful hope, increasing still, Approach to heav’nly joys. My thankful lips shall loud proclaim The wonders of Thy praise, And spread the savor of Thy Name, Where’er I spend my days. On earth let my example shine, And when I leave this state, May Heav’n receive this soul of mine To bliss supremely great.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 90:12] Eternity! Eternity!

  Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! And yet to thee time hastes away, Like as the warhorse to the fray, Or swift as couriers homeward go, Or ship to port, or shaft from bow. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! For even as on a perfect sphere End nor beginning can appear, E’en so, Eternity, in thee Entrance nor exit can there be. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A circle infinite art thou, Thy center an Eternal Now, Never, we name thy outer bound, For never end therein is found. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A little bird with fretting beak Might wear to naught the loftiest peak, Though but each thousand years it came, Yet thou wert then, as now, the same. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! As long as God is God, so long Endure the pains of sin and wrong, So long the joys of Heav’n remain; Oh lasting joy, Oh lasting pain! Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! O Man, full oft thy thoughts should dwell Upon the pains of sin and hell, And on the glories of the pure, That both beyond all time endure, Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! How terrible art thou in woe, How fair where joys for ever glow! God’s goodness sheddeth gladness here, His justice there wakes bitter fear. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! They who lived poor and naked rest With God, for ever rich and blest, And love and praise the Highest Good, In perfect bliss and gladsome mood. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A moment lasts all joy below, Whereby man sinks to endless woe, A moment lasts all earthly pain, Whereby an endless joy we gain, Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who ponders oft on thee, is wise, All fleshly lusts will he despise, The world finds place with him no more; The love of vain delights is o’er. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who marks thee well would say to God, “Here judge, burn, smite me with Thy rod, Here let me all Thy justice bear, When time of grace is past, then spare!” Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Lo, I, Eternity, warn thee, O Man, that oft thou think on me, The sinner’s punishment and pain, To them who love their God, rich gain! Ponder, O Man, Eternity!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 90:12] Thou Who Roll’st The Year Around

  Thou Who roll’st the year around, Crowned with mercies large and free, Rich Thy gifts to us abound; Warm our praise shall rise to Thee. Kindly to our worship bow While our grateful thanks we tell, That, sustained by Thee, we now Bid the parting year farewell. All its numbered days are sped, All its busy scenes are o’er, All its joys forever fled, All its sorrows felt no more. Mingled with th’eternal past, Its remembrance shall decay, Yet to be revived at last At the solemn Judgment Day. All our follies, Lord, forgive; Cleanse us from each guilty stain. Let Thy grace within us live That we spend not years in vain. Then, when life’s last eve shall come, Happy spirits, may we fly To our everlasting home, To our Father’s house on high!

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Mazmur 118:24

• [Mzm 118:24] This Is The Day The Lord Hath Made

  This is the day the Lord hath made; He calls the hours His own; Let Heav’n rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. Today He rose and left the dead, And Satan’s empire fell; Today the saints His triumphs spread, And all His wonders tell. Hosanna to th’anointed King, To David’s holy Son; Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Salvation from Thy throne. Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes in God His Father’s Name, To save our sinful race. Hosanna in the highest strains The Church on earth can raise; The highest heav’ns, in which He reigns, Shall give Him nobler praise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal