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Mazmur 5:8

• [Mzm 5:8] Jesus, Still Lead On

  Jesus, still lead on, till our rest be won, And, although the way be cheerless, We will follow calm and fearless, Guide us by Thy hand to our fatherland. If the way be drear, if the foe be near, Let no faithless fears o’ertake us, Let not faith and hope forsake us, For through many a woe to our home we go. When we seek relief from a long felt grief; When temptations come alluring, Make us patient and enduring; Show us that bright shore where we weep no more. Jesus, still lead on, till our rest be won; Heavenly Leader, still direct us, Still support, control, protect us, Till we safely stand in our fatherland.

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• [Mzm 5:8] Lead Me, Savior

  Savior, lead me, lest I stray, Gently lead me all the way; I am safe when by Thy side, I would in Thy love abide. Refrain Lead me, lead me, Savior, lead me lest I stray; Gently down the stream of time, Lead me, Savior, all the way. Thou the refuge of my soul When life’s stormy billows roll; I am safe when Thou art nigh, All my hopes on Thee rely. Refrain Savior, lead me, then at last, When the storm of life is past, To the land of endless day, Where all tears are wiped away. Refrain

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Mazmur 65:8

• [Mzm 65:8] Morning Walks Upon The Earth, The

  The morning walks upon the earth, And man awakes to toil and mirth; All living things and lands are gay— Dear God, walk with me through the day. Sweet is the breathing of the world, As in Thy love it lies unfurled; And blue and clear th’immortal sky; ’Tis Thine, and Thine its purity. Now noon sits throned, her golden urn Pours forth the sunshine! Laugh and burn Corn-land and meadow, lake and sea! Lord of my life, pour love on me. Slow comes the evening o’er the hill, The labor of the world is still; Homeward I go, and muse of Thee— Father of home, abide with me. Now crops the dark, but worlds of light, Hidden by day, fulfill the night! Infinite stillness, silent sea Of truth and power flow over me.

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Mazmur 88:9

• [Mzm 88:9] Father, I Stretch My Hands To Thee

  Father, I stretch my hands to Thee, No other help I know; If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? What did Thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death! O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel Thy power; Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. Surely Thou canst not let me die; O speak, and I shall live; And here I will unwearied lie, Till Thou Thy Spirit give. Author of faith! to Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes: O let me now receive that gift! My soul without it dies. The worst of sinners would rejoice, Could they but see Thy face: O, let me hear Thy quickening voice, And taste Thy pardoning grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal