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Mazmur 69:13-15

• [Mzm 69:13] In Full Assurance Of Thy Grace

  In full assurance of Thy grace To Thee my prayers ascend In Thine abounding love and truth, O God, salvation send. Preserve my sinking soul, I pray, From tides of hatred save; Let not the waters overflow, Redeem me from the grave. Because Thy mercy, Lord, is good, O answer me in grace, And in the riches of Thy love O turn to me Thy face. Hide not Thy face from my distress, A speedy answer send; Draw near to me, my soul redeem, From all my foes defend. Well known to Thee is my reproach, My shame and my disgrace, The adversaries of my soul Are all before Thy face. My heart is broken by reproach, My soul is full of grief; I looked in vain for comforters, For pity and relief. They gave me bitter gall for food, And taunting words they spake, They gave me vinegar to drink, My burning thirst to slake. Their peace and plenty be their snare, In blindness let them grope; Thine indignation on them pour, And desolate their hope. Because they proudly persecute Those whom Thou, Lord, dost smite, Let them be blotted from Thy book And banished from Thy sight.

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• [Mzm 69:14] Where The Wrecks Wash In

  Our Jesus walks where the wrecks wash in, All bruised and sore from the sea of sin; As each comes in on the rushing tide, He gently calls from the dark seaside. Refrain O sinner tossed on the turbid foam, To Christ then come and His harbor home, He waits just now on the peaceful shore, To heal your wounds and your soul restore. Just as He did there in Galilee, He walks today by the foaming sea; That He may heal all the sick and sore, When roughly dashed on the friendly shore. Refrain He loves to walk where the wrecks wash in, That long have tossed on the sea of sin; Who call to Him with their failing breath, To rescue them from the sea of death. Refrain

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• [Mzm 69:15] O God, Who Metest In Thy Hand

  O God, who metest in Thine hand The waters of the mighty sea, And barrest ocean with the sand By Thy perpetual decree: What time the floods lift up their voice And break in anger on the shore, When deep to deep calls with the noise Of waterspouts and billows’ roar; When they who to the sea go down, And in the waters ply their toil, Are lifted on the surge’s crown, And plunged where seething eddies boil; Rule then, O Lord, the ocean’s wrath, And bind the tempest with Thy will; Tread, as of old, the water’s path And speak Thy bidding, “Peace, be still.” So with Thy mercies ever new Thy servants set from peril free, And bring them, Pilot wise and true, Within the port where they would be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal