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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 116:1-5

• [Mzm 116:1] I Love The Lord, For My Request

  I love the Lord, for my request And humble plea He makes His care; In Him through life my faith shall rest, For He both hears and answers prayer. Brought nigh to death and full of grief, The Lord’s salvation I besought; He heard my cry, and sent relief, My soul from depths of woe He brought. Most kind and righteous is the Lord, Our God is merciful indeed; Delighting ever to afford His help to me in time of need. Return unto thy rest, my soul, The Lord has richly dealt with thee, Delivered thee from death’s control, From sin and sorrow set thee free. Since He has freed mine eyes from tears And kept my feet from evil ways, Redeemed from life’s distressing fears, With Him I walk, and Him I praise. In my affliction and my pain, When fears alarmed and hopes deceived, I found all human helpers vain, But in the Lord my soul believed.

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• [Mzm 116:1] I Love The Lord; He Heard My Cries

  I love the Lord; He heard my cries, And pitied every groan; Long as I live, when troubles rise, I’ll hasten to His throne. I love the Lord; He bowed His ear, And chased my griefs away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! My flesh declined, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead; While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplexed my wakeful head. “My God,” I cried, “Thy servant save, Thou ever good and just; Thy power can rescue from the grave, Thy power is all my trust.” The Lord beheld me sore distressed, He bid my pains remove; Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known His love. My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears; Now to His praise I’ll spend my breath, And my remaining years.

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• [Mzm 116:1] I Love The Lord, He Heard My Voice

  I Love the Lord; He heard my voice, And owned my humble prayer: He makes my broken heart rejoice: He makes my soul His care. When hosts of foes beset me round, And threatened to destroy, In Him the wished relief I found; My heart revived with joy. The pains of hell, and fears of death, Encompassed me around; To Him I cried with faltering breath, And full deliverance found. Long as I live, I’ll bless His Name, And triumph in His Word; By Him alone salvation came, Who is the mighty Lord. Trust ye the Lord, nor yield to fear; On His rich love depend: He will preserve you while you’re here, And save you to the end.

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• [Mzm 116:5] O Gracious God, Whose Constant Care

  O gracious God, whose constant care Supplies our golden days, Whose joyous fellowship we share At work, at rest, in play and prayer— Accept our heartfelt praise. We thank Thee, Father, for each word, Each thought-revealing truth, For prophet voices gladly heard, For darling dreams, for friends who stirred The fragile wills of youth. Companion of this sacred hour, Renew in us each day Our lofty purpose; grant us power That worthy thoughts in deeds may flower, In Christlike lives, we pray.

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Mazmur 118:1

• [Mzm 118:1] Give Thanks

  O give thanks, give thanks unto the Lord, For He is good, and His mercy endureth forever. To Him which led His people through the wilderness, For He is good, and His mercy endureth forever. He turnèd the wilderness into a standing water, And dry ground into water springs. Strengthen ye the weak hands and confirm the feeble knees, Say to them that are of a fearful heart, Be strong, fear not, behold your God will come with a recompense. Then shall the eyes of the blind be opened And the ears of the deaf, of the deaf unstoppèd. And a highway shall be there, And it shall be callèd the way, the way of holiness, The unclean shall not pass over it, The unclean shall not pass over it, But the redeemèd of the Lord shall walk therein; And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion, To Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads, They shall obtain joy and gladness, And sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

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• [Mzm 118:1] Give Thanks Unto The Lord, Jehovah

  Give thanks unto the Lord, Jehovah, For He is good, O praise His Name! Let Israel say: The Lord be praisèd, His mercy ever is the same. Let Aaron’s house now praise Jehovah; The Lord is good, O praise His Name: Let all that fear the Lord extol Him, His mercy ever is the same. In a large place the Lord hath set me; In my distress He heard my cry. I will not fear, the Lord is with me; What can man do, when God is nigh? The Lord is chief among my helpers; And I shall see my foes o’erthrown: Far better than in man or princes, My trust I place in God alone. I shall not die, but live, declaring The works of God, who tried me sore, And chastened me; but in His mercy Not unto death has giv’n me o’er. The gates of righteousness set open, The gate of God! I’ll enter in To praise Thee, Lord, who prayer hast answered, And savèdst me from all my sin. The stone—O Lord, it is Thy doing— The stone the builders did despise, Is made the headstone of the corner, And it is marv’lous in our eyes. This is the day, of days most glorious, The Lord has made; we’ll joy and sing. Send now prosperity, we pray Thee; And, O our God, salvation bring!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 118:1] O Praise The Lord, For He Is Good (118)

  O praise the Lord, for He is good, Let all in Heav’n above And all His saints on earth proclaim His everlasting love. In my distress I called on God; In grace He answered me, Removed my bonds, enlarged my place, From trouble set me free. The Lord with me, I will not fear Though human might oppose; The Lord my Helper, I shall be Triumphant o’er my foes. No trust in men, or kings of men, Can confidence afford, But they are strong, and sure their trust, Whose hope is in the Lord. Though nations compass me about, Like swarming hosts of sin, Yet in the Name of God the Lord I shall the victory win. The Lord has helped and kept me safe When foes were fierce and strong; The Lord my Savior is become, He is my strength and song. Salvation’s joyful song is heard Where’er the righteous dwell; For them God’s hand is strong to save And doeth all things well. I shall not die, but live to tell The wonders of the Lord; He has not giv’n my soul to death, But chastened and restored.

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  source: Cyberhymnal