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Mazmur 57:1

Titus 3:3

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Mazmur 57:1

• [Mzm 57:1] My God, In Whom Are All The Springs

  My God, in Whom are all the springs Of boundless love, and grace unknown, Hide me beneath Thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown. Up to the heav’ns I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; He sends His angel from the sky, And saves me from the threat’ning storm. Be Thou exalted, O my God, Above the heav’ns, where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land Thy wonders tell. My heart is fixed; my song shall raise Immortal honors to Thy Name; Awake, my tongue, to sound His praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame. High o’er the earth His mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die.

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• [Mzm 57:1] O God, Be Merciful To Me

  O God, be merciful to me, My soul for refuge comes to Thee, Beneath Thy wings I safe will stay, Until these troubles pass away. To God Most High shall rise my prayer, To God Who makes my wants His care, From Heav’n He will salvation send, And me from every foe defend. Great foes and fierce my soul alarm, Inflamed with rage and strong to harm, But God, from Heav’n His dwelling place, Will rescue me with truth and grace. Be Thou, O God, exalted high, Yea, far above the starry sky, And let Thy glory be displayed O’er all the earth Thy hands have made. My soul is grieved because my foes With treacherous plans my way enclose; But from the snares that they devise Their own undoing shall arise. My heart is steadfast, O my King, My heart is tuned Thy praise to sing; Awake, my soul, and swell the song, Let vibrant harp the notes prolong. Yea, I will early wake and sing, A thankful hymn to Thee will bring, For unto Heav’n Thy mercies rise, Thy truth is lofty as the skies. Be Thou, O God, exalted high, Yea, far above the starry sky, And let Thy glory be displayed O’er all the earth Thy hands have made.

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Titus 3:3

• [Tit 3:3] Lord, We Confess Our Numerous Faults

  Lord, we confess our numerous faults, How great our guilt has been! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sin. But, O my soul! for ever praise, For ever love His Name, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways Of folly, sin and shame. ’Tis not by works of righteousness Which our own hands have done; But we are saved by sovereign grace Abounding through His Son. ’Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; ’Tis by the water and the blood Our souls are washed from sin. ’Tis through the purchase of His death Who hung upon the tree, The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we. Raised from the dead we live anew; And, justified by grace, We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father’s face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal