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Lukas 2:37

Efesus 6:18

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Mazmur 55:17

• [Mzm 55:17] On God Alone My Soul Relies

  On God alone my soul relies, And He will soon relieve; The Lord will hear my plaintive cries At morning, noon, and eve. He has redeemed my soul in peace, From conflict set me free; My many foes are made to cease, And strive no more with me. The living God in righteousness Will recompense with shame The men, who hardened by success, Forget to fear His Name. All treacherous friends who overreach And break their plighted troth, Who hide their hate with honeyed speech With such the Lord is wroth. Upon the Lord thy burden cast To Him bring all thy care; He will sustain and hold thee fast, And give thee strength to bear. God will not let His saints be moved; Protected, they will shall see Their foes cut off and sin reproved; O God, I trust in Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 88:9

• [Mzm 88:9] Father, I Stretch My Hands To Thee

  Father, I stretch my hands to Thee, No other help I know; If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? What did Thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death! O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel Thy power; Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. Surely Thou canst not let me die; O speak, and I shall live; And here I will unwearied lie, Till Thou Thy Spirit give. Author of faith! to Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes: O let me now receive that gift! My soul without it dies. The worst of sinners would rejoice, Could they but see Thy face: O, let me hear Thy quickening voice, And taste Thy pardoning grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Lukas 11:8-13

• [Luk 11:9] O Father, Thou Who Hast Created All

  O Father, Thou Who hast created all In wisest love, we pray, Look on this babe, who at Thy gracious call Is entering on life’s way; Bend o’er him in Thy tenderness, Thine image on his soul impress; O Father, hear! O Son of God, who diedst for us, behold, We bring our child to Thee; Thou tender Shepherd, take him to Thy fold, Thine own for aye to be; Defend him through this earthly strife, And lead him on the path of life, O Son of God! O Holy Ghost, who broodest o’er the wave, Descend upon this child; Give him undying life, his spirit lave With waters undefiled; Grant him, while yet a babe, to be A child of God, a home for Thee, O Holy Ghost! O Triune God, what Thou command’st is done; We speak, but Thine the might; This child hath scarce yet seen our earthly sun, Yet pour on him Thy light, In faith and hope, in joy and love, Thou Sun of all below, above, O Triune God!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 11:9] Tell It To Jesus

  Are you weary, are you heavy hearted? Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus. Are you grieving over joys departed? Tell it to Jesus alone. Refrain Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, He is a Friend that’s well known. You’ve no other such a friend or brother, Tell it to Jesus alone. Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus. Have you sins that to men’s eyes are hidden? Tell it to Jesus alone. Refrain Do you fear the gathering clouds of sorrow? Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus. Are you anxious what shall be tomorrow? Tell it to Jesus alone. Refrain Are you troubled at the thought of dying? Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus. For Christ’s coming kingdom are you sighing? Tell it to Jesus alone. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 11:13] Come, Thou Holy Paraclete

  Come, Thou holy Paraclete, And from Thy celestial seat Send Thy light and brilliancy: Father of the poor, draw near; Giver of all gifts, be here; Come, the soul’s true radiancy. Come, of comforters the best, Of the soul the sweetest guest, Come in toil refreshingly: Thou in labor rest most sweet, Thou art shadow from the heat, Comfort in adversity. O Thou Light, most pure and blest, Shine within the inmost breast Of Thy faithful company. Where Thou art not, man hath naught; Every holy deed and thought Comes from Thy divinity. What is soilèd, make Thou pure; What is wounded, work its cure; What is parchèd, fructify; What is rigid, gently bend; What is frozen, warmly tend; Strengthen what goes erringly. Fill Thy faithful, who confide In Thy power to guard and guide, With Thy sevenfold mystery. Here Thy grace and virtue send: Grant salvation to the end, And in Heav’n felicity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal