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Mazmur 106:4

Mazmur 106:2

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Mazmur 106:2

• [Mzm 106:2] O God, Thou Bottomless Abyss

  O God, Thou bottomless abyss! Thee to perfection who can know? O height immense! What words suffice Thy countless attributes to show? Unfathomable depths Thou art; O plunge me in Thy mercy’s sea! Void of true wisdom is my heart; With love embrace and cover me: While Thee, all-infinite, I set By faith before my ravished eye, My weakness bends beneath the weight; O’erpowered I sink, I faint, I die. Eternity Thy fountain was, Which, like Thee, no beginning knew; Thou wast ere time began his race, Ere glowed with stars the ethereal blue. Greatness unspeakable is Thine, Greatness, whose undiminished ray, When short-lived worlds are lost, shall shine, When earth and Heaven are fled away. Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, Essential life’s unbounded sea, What lives and moves, lives by Thy Word; It lives, and moves, and is from Thee. Thy parent-hand, Thy forming skill, Firm fixed this universal chain; Else empty, barren darkness still Had held his unmolested reign. Whate’er in earth, or sea, or sky, Or shuns or meets the wandering thought, Escapes or strikes the searching eye, By Thee was to perfection brought. High is Thy power above all height, Whate’er Thy will decrees is done; Thy wisdom, equal to Thy might, Only to Thee, O God, is known! Heaven’s glory is Thy awful throne, Yet earth partakes Thy gracious sway: Vain man! Thy wisdom folly own, Lost is thy reason’s feeble ray. What our dim eye could never see, Is plain and naked to Thy sight; What thickest darkness veils, to Thee Shines clearly as the morning light. In light Thou dwell’st; light that no shade, No variation, ever knew; Heaven, earth, and hell, stand all displayed, And open to Thy piercing view.

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Mazmur 1:6

• [Mzm 1:6] He Knows It All

  I love to think my Father knows Why I have missed the path I chose, And that I soon shall clearly see The way He led was best for me. Refrain He knows it all, He knows it all, My Father knows, He knows it all; Thy bitter tears how fast they fall! He knows, my Father knows it all. I love to think my Father knows The thorns I pluck with every rose The daily griefs I seek to hide From the dear soulsI walk beside. Refrain I love to think my Father knows The strength or weakness of my foes, And that I need but stand and see Each conflict end in victory. Refrain

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Mazmur 1:1

• [Mzm 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place

  Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat. But in the statutes of the Lord Has placed his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the Word, And meditates by night. He, like a plant of generous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state. Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine; While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. Not so the impious and unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm. Sinners in judgment shall not stand Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand Appoints His saints a place. His eye beholds the path they tread, His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell.

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• [Mzm 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet

  Happy the man whose cautious feet Shun the broad way that sinners go, Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. He loves t’employ the morning light Amongst the statutes of the Lord; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word. He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams On ev’ry work his hands begin. But sinners find their counsels cross’d: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge, with stern command, Divides him to a diff’rent place. “Straight is the way My saints have trod; I bless’d the path, and drew it plain; But you would choose the crooked road, And down it leads to endless pain.”

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• [Mzm 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The

  The man is ever bless’d Who shuns the sinners’ ways, Among their councils never stands, Nor takes the scorner’s place; But makes the law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labors of the day, And watches of the night. He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root; Fresh as the leaf his name shall live; His works are heav’nly fruit. Not so th’ungodly race, They no such blessings find; Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. How will they bear to stand Before that judgment seat, Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand, In full assembly meet! He knows, and He approves The way the righteous go; But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow.

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• [Mzm 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God

  That man is blest who, fearing God From sin restrains his feet, Who will not stand with wicked men, Who shuns the scorners’ seat. Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law His portion and delight, And meditates upon that law With gladness day and night. That man is nourished like a tree Set by the river’s side; Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure, And thus his works abide. The wicked like the driven chaff Are swept from off the land; They shall not gather with the just, Nor in the judgment stand. The Lord will guard the righteous well, Their way to Him is known; The way of sinners, far from God, Shall surely be o’erthrown.

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