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Mazmur 42:8

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Mazmur 42:8

• [Mzm 42:8] Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended, The

  The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As o’er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away. The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren ’neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, Like earth’s proud empires, pass away: Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, Through All My Days

  God of my life, through all my days, My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise; My song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the dark and silent night. When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. When death o’er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. But O! when that last conflict’s o’er, And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo through the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round the throne. The cheerful tribute will I give, Long as a deathless soul shall live; A work so sweet, a theme so high, Demands and crowns eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, To Thee I Call

  God of my life, to Thee I call; Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall; When the great water floods prevail Leave not my trembling heart to fail! Friend of the friendless and the saint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor! Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner’s plea? Does not the Word still fixed remain That none shall seek Thy face in vain? That were a grief I could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. Fair is the lot that’s cast for me! I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most, Have no such privilege to boast. Poor thou I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] My Lord, My Life, My Love

  My Lord, my Life, my Love, To Thee, to Thee I call; I cannot live if Thou remove: Thou art my joy, my all. My only sun to cheer The darkness where I dwell; The best and only true delight My song hath found to tell. To Thee in very Heaven The angels owe their bliss; To Thee the saints, whom Thou hast called Where perfect pleasure is. And how shall man, Thy child, Without Thee happy be, Who hath no comfort nor desire In all the world but Thee? Return, my Love, my Life; Thy grace hath won my heart; If Thou forgive, if Thou return, I will no more depart.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] Slowly Sinks The Setting Sun

  Slowly sinks the setting sun, Now the work of day is done; Lord, we come a thankful throng, Raise to Thee our evening song. For Thy tender care bestowed, For Thy pardoning blood which flowed; For Thy love that crowns our days, Lord, accept our grateful praise. And when sets life’s weary sun, When the toil of earth is done, To Thy home of perfect rest, Lord, receive us, ever blest. For the robe, the palm, the blood, May we always praise our God, And with all the ransomed throng, Swell high Heaven’s triumphant song.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 62:8

• [Mzm 62:8] Trust The Eternal

  Trust the Eternal, when the shadows gather, When joys of daylight seem so like a dream; God the unchanging, pities like a father: Trust on and wait, the daystar yet shall gleam. Trust the Eternal, for the clouds that vanish No more can move the mountains from their base Than sin’s illusive wreaths of mist can banish Light from His throne or loving from His Face. Trust the Eternal, repent in meekness Of that heart’s pride which frowns and will not yield, Then to thy child-heart shall come strength in weakness, And thine immortal life shall be revealed.

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Yesaya 26:9

• [Yes 26:9] Jesus, Savior, Come To Me

  Jesus, Savior, come to me; Let me ever be with Thee; Come and nevermore depart, Thou Who reignest in my heart. Lord, for Thee I ever sigh, Nothing else can satisfy. Ever do I cry to Thee: Jesus, Jesus, come to me! Earthly joys can give no peace, Cannot bid my longing cease; Still to have my Jesus near, This is all my pleasure here. All that makes the angels glad, In their garb of glory clad, Only fills me with distress If Thy presence does not bless. Thou alone, my God and Lord, Art my Glory and Reward. Thou hast bled for me and died; In Thy wounds I safely hide. Come, then, Lamb for sinners slain, Come and ease me of my pain. Evermore I cry to Thee: Jesus, Jesus, come to me! Patiently I wait Thy day; For this gift, O Lord, I pray, That, when death shall come to me, My dear Jesus Thou wilt be.

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• [Yes 26:9] My Spirit Longs For Thee

  My spirit longs for Thee, Within my troubled breast, Though I unworthy be Of so divine a Guest. Of so divine a Guest Unworthy though I be, Yet has my heart no rest Unless it come from Thee. Unless it come from Thee, In vain I look around; In all that I can see No rest is to be found. No rest is to be found But in Thy blessèd love; O let my wish be crowned And send it from above.
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