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Mazmur 66:19

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Mazmur 66:19

• [Mzm 66:19] God From On High Hath Heard

  God from on high hath heard; Let sighs and sorrows cease; Lo! from the opening Heav’n descends To man the promised Peace. Hark! through the silent night Angelic voices swell; Their joyful songs proclaim that “God Is born on earth to dwell.” See how the shepherd band Speed on with eager feet; Come to the hallowed cave with them The Holy Babe to greet. But, oh, what sight appears Within that lowly door! A manger, stall, and swaddling clothes, A Child and mother poor! Art Thou the Christ? the Son? The Father’s image bright? And see we Him Whose arm upholds Earth and the starry height? Yea, faith can pierce the cloud Which veils Thy glory now; We hail Thee, God, before Whose throne The angels prostrate bow. A silent Teacher, Lord, Thou bidd’st us not refuse To bear what flesh would have us shun, To shun what flesh would choose. Our sinful pride to cure With that pure love of Thine, O be Thou born within our hearts, Most Holy Child divine.

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• [Mzm 66:19] My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet

  My God, is any hour so sweet From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet— The hour of prayer? Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne, The world I leave. Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiv’n; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude With hopes of Heav’n. No words can tell what sweet relief There for my every want I find, What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What peace of mind. Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in Heav’n to stay; And e’en the penitential tear Is wiped away. Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.

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Mazmur 135:2

• [Mzm 135:2] House Of Our God

  House of our God, with hymns of gladness ring, While all our lips and hearts His praises sing; The opening year His mercies shall proclaim, And all its days shall celebrate His Name. Ye angel choirs on high, whose dwelling place Shines with the glory of His unveiled face, Through your immortal life, as love still grows, Tell of His goodness, which no ending knows. O Earth, enlightened by His rays divine, Stored by His hand with corn and oil and wine, Crowned with His goodness, let thy nations raise From shore to shore the song of ceaseless praise. O Church, His chosen dwelling and delight, Graven on His hands, and precious in His sight, Sing the deep marvels of that boundless grace Which sheds on thee the brightness of His face. Burst into praise, my soul; and evermore Through changing life thy changeless God adore: He is thy Trust, thy Refuge, and thy Fear; Strong in His strength, begin the new-born year.

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  source: Cyberhymnal