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Mazmur 55:6

• [Mzm 55:6] On Joyful Wings

  On joyful wings our raptured souls Would mount and spread their flight, And from Mount Pisgah’s top behold The land of pure delight. Refrain Above the clouds, above the stars, That heav’nly region fair, Where He, our Lord and Savior, dwells, Our home, our home is there. Sweet visions oft His love reveals, Of that divine abode; And with His kind, protecting hand, He leads us on the road. Refrain O blessèd hope that bears us up, And stills each throb of care! The night will pass, the morn will come, And we shall soon be there. Refrain

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• [Mzm 55:6] Wings Of A Dove, The

  Had I the pinions of a dove, How would I fly away, To realms of light and joy and love, In portals of the day! Refrain O give me the wings of a dove, To fly and be at rest, To seek the bliss of Heav’n above Which those who find are blest. Tho’ thru this weary world I tread, At morn, to God my Friend, At noon, and e’er I seek my bed, My prayer shall still ascend. Refrain O cast thy burden on the Lord, Whose goodness doth sustain; The tender mercies of thy God Shall ease thy load of pain. Refrain So thou unmoved shalt pass along, Thru life’s short fleeting day, And carry in thy heart a song, Until the sunset ray. Refrain

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Mazmur 86:8

• [Mzm 86:8] Among The Princes, Earthly Gods

  Among the princes, earthly gods, There’s none hath power divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works, like Thine. The nations Thou hast made shall bring Their offerings round Thy throne; For Thou alone dost wondrous things, For Thou art God alone. Lord, I would walk with holy feet; Teach me Thine heav’nly ways, And my poor scattered thoughts unite In God my Father’s praise. Great is Thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by Thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell.

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Mazmur 124:7

• [Mzm 124:7] Bird With The Broken Wing, The

  I walked in the woodland meadows, Where sweet the thrushes sing, And found on a bed of mosses, A bird with a broken wing; I healed its wing, and each morning It sang its old sweet strain, But the bird with the broken pinion, Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again. I found a young life broken By sin’s seductive art, And, touched with a Christlike pity, I took him to my heart; He lived with a nobler purpose, And struggled not in vain, But the life that sin had stricken, Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again. But the bird with the broken pinion Kept another from the snare, The life that sin had stricken, Raised another from despair; Each loss has its own compensation, There’s healing for each pain, But the bird with the broken pinion Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again.

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  source: Cyberhymnal