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Mazmur 66:19

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Mazmur 61:1

• [Mzm 61:1] Holy Father, Hear My Cry

  Holy Father, hear my cry; Holy Savior, bend Thine ear; Holy Spirit, come Thou nigh; Father, Savior, Spirit, hear. Father, save me from my sin; Savior, I Thy mercy crave; Gracious Spirit, make me clean: Father, Savior, Spirit, save. Father, let me taste Thy love; Savior, fill my soul with peace; Spirit, come my heart to move: Father, Son, and Spirit, bless. Father, Son, and Spirit—Thou One Jehovah, shed abroad All Thy grace within me now; Be my Father and my God.

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• [Mzm 61:1] O God, Regard My Humble Plea

  O God, regard my humble plea; I cannot be so far from Thee But Thou wilt hear my cry; When I by trouble am distressed, Then lead me on the Rock to rest That higher is than I. In Thee my soul has shelter found, And Thou hast been from foes around The Tower to which I flee. Within Thy house will I abide; My Refuge sure, whate’er betide, Thy sheltering wings shall be. For Thou, my God, my vows hast heard, On me the heritage conferred Of those that fear Thy Name; A blest anointing Thou dost give, And Thou wilt make me ever live Thy praises to proclaim. Before Thy face shall I abide; O God, Thy truth and grace provide To guard me in the way; So I will make Thy praises known, And, humbly bending at Thy throne, My vows will daily pay.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal