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Mazmur 92:7

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Mazmur 55:23

• [Mzm 55:23] Jesus, I Will Trust Thee

  Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul; Guilty, lost, and helpless, Thou canst make me whole. There is none in Heaven or on earth like Thee: Thou hast died for sinners—therefore Lord for me. Refrain In Thy love confiding I will seek Thy face, Worship and adore Thee, for Thy wondrous grace. Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul; Guilty, lost and helpless, Thou canst make me whole. Jesus, I can trust Thee, trust Thy written Word, Since Thy voice of mercy I have often heard, When Thy Spirit teacheth, to my taste how sweet— Only may I hearken, sitting at Thy feet. Refrain Jesus, I do trust Thee, trust Thee without doubt; “Whosoever cometh, Thou wilt not cast out,” Faithful is Thy promise, precious is Thy blood— These my soul’s salvation, Thou my Savior God! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 55:23] Lord Jesus, Thou Dost Keep Thy Child

  Lord Jesus, Thou dost keep Thy child Through sunshine or through tempests wild; Jesus, I trust in Thee: Thine is such wondrous pow’r to save; Thine is the mighty love that gave Its all on Calvary. O glorious Savior, Thee I praise; To Thee my new glad song I raise, And tell of what Thou art. Thy grace is boundless in its store; Thy face of love shines evermore, Thou givest me Thy heart. Upon Thy promises I stand, Trusting in Thee: Thine own right hand Doth keep and comfort me; My soul doth triumph in Thy Word; Thine, Thine be all the praise, dear Lord, As Thine the victory. Love perfecteth what it begins; Thy power doth save me from my sins; Thy grace upholdeth me. This life of trust, how glad, how sweet; My need and Thy great fullness meet, And I have all in Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal