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Mazmur 97:11

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Mazmur 97:11

• [Mzm 97:11] Hail, Gladdening Light

  Hail, gladdening Light, of His pure glory poured, Who is immortal Father, heavenly blest; Highest and holiest—Jesus Christ our Lord! Now are we come to the sun’s hour of rest; All times are ordered in Thy Word alone, Therefore the day and night Thy glories own. The lights of evening now around us shine; We hymn Thy blest humanity divine; Worthiest art Thou at all times to be sung, By grateful hearts, with undefilèd tongue, Son of our God, Giver of life, alone! Therefore shall all the worlds Thy glories own.

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Mazmur 112:1

• [Mzm 112:1] How Blest The Man Who Fears The Lord

  How blest the man who fears the Lord And greatly loves God’s holy will; His children share his great reward, And blessings all their days shall fill. Abounding wealth shall bless his home, His righteousness shall still endure, To him shall light arise in gloom, For he is merciful and pure. The man whose hand the weak befriends In judgment shall his cause maintain; A peace unmoved his life attends, And long his memory shall remain. Of evil tidings not afraid, His trust is in the Lord alone; His heart is steadfast, undismayed, For he shall see his foes o’erthrown. With kind remembrance of the poor, For their distress his gifts provide; His righteousness shall thus endure, His name in honor shall abide. To shame the wicked shall be brought, While righteous men shall favor gain; Unrighteous hopes shall come to naught, Its due reward shall sin obtain.

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• [Mzm 112:1] That Man Is Bless’d Who Stands In Awe

  That man is blest who stands in awe Of God, and loves His sacred law: His seed on earth shall be renowned; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury, And with successive honors crowned. His lib’ral favors he extends, To some he gives, to others lends; A gen’rous pity fills his mind: Yet what his charity impairs, He saves by prudence in affairs And thus he’s just to all mankind. His hands, while they his alms bestow’d, His glory’s future harvest sow’d; The sweet remembrance of the just, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of blessings for his heirs, When dying nature sleeps in dust. Beset with threat’ning dangers round, Unmov’d shall he maintain his ground; His conscience holds his courage up: The soul that’s fill’d with virtue’s light, Shines brightest in affliction’s night, And sees in darkness beams of hope. Ill tidings never can surprise His heart that fix’d on God relies, Though waves and tempests roar around: Safe on the rock he sits, and sees The shipwreck of his enemies, And all their hope and glory drown’d. The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony, To find their expectations cross’d; They and their envy, pride, and spite, Sink down to everlasting night, And all their names in darkness lost.

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Galatia 6:14

• [Gal 6:14] Above The Hills Of Time

  Above the hills of time the cross is gleaming, Fair as the sun when night has turned to day; And from it love’s pure light is richly streaming, To cleanse the heart and banish sin away. To this dear cross the eyes of men are turning, Today as in the ages lost to sight; And for Thee, O Christ, men’s hearts are yearning, As shipwrecked seamen yearn for morning light. The cross, O Christ, Thy wondrous love revealing, Awakes our hearts as with the light of morn, And pardon o’er our sinful spirits stealing, Tells us that we, in Thee, have been reborn. Like echoes to sweet temple bells replying Our hearts, O Lord, make answer to Thy love; And we will love Thee with a love undying, Till we are gathered to Thy home above.

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• [Gal 6:14] Blest Jesus, When Thy Cross I View

  Blest Jesus, when Thy cross I view, That mystery to th’angelic host, I gaze with grief and rapture, too, And all my soul’s in wonder lost. What strange compassion filled Thy breast, That brought Thee from Thy throne on high, To woes that cannot be expressed, To be despised, to groan and die! For man didst Thou forsake the sky, To bleed upon the accursed tree? And didst Thou taste of death, to buy Immortal life and bliss for me? Had I a voice to praise Thy Name, Loud as the trump that wakes the dead, Had I the raptured seraph’s flame, My debt of love could ne’er be paid. Yet Lord, a sinner’s heart receive, This burdened, contrite heart of mine; Thou knowest I’ve naught beside to give; And let it be for ever Thine.

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• [Gal 6:14] Cross Of Jesus

  Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow, Where the blood of Christ was shed, Perfect Man on thee did suffer, Perfect God on thee has bled! Here the King of all the ages, Throned in light ere worlds could be, Robed in mortal flesh is dying, Crucified by sin for me. O mysterious condescending! O abandonment sublime! Very God Himself is bearing All the sufferings of time! Evermore for human failure By His passion we can plead; God has born all mortal anguish, Surely He will know our need. This—all human thought surpassing— This is earth’s most awful hour, God has taken mortal weakness! God has laid aside His Power! Once the Lord of brilliant seraphs, Winged with love to do His will, Now the scorn of all His creatures, And the aim of every ill. Up in Heaven, sublimest glory Circled round Him from the first; But the earth finds none to serve Him, None to quench His raging thirst. Who shall fathom that descending, From the rainbow circled throne, Down to earth’s most base profaning, Dying desolate alone. From the “Holy, Holy, Holy, We adore Thee, O most High,” Down to earth’s blaspheming voices And the shout of “Crucify.” Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow, Where the blood of Christ was shed, Perfect Man on thee did suffer, Perfect God on thee has bled!

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• [Gal 6:14] Hallelujah For The Cross!

  The cross, it standeth fast— Hallelujah, hallelujah! Defying every blast— Hallelujah, hallelujah! The winds of hell have blown, The world its hate hath shown, Yet it is not overthrown— Hallelujah for the cross! Refrain Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah for the cross; Hallelujah, hallelujah, It shall never suffer loss! It is the old cross still— Hallelujah, hallelujah! Its triumph let us tell— Hallelujah, hallelujah! The grace of God here shone Thru Christ, the blessèd Son, Who did for sin atone— Hallelujah for the cross! Refrain ’Twas here the debt was paid— Hallelujah, hallelujah! Our sins on Jesus laid— Hallelujah, hallelujah! So round the cross we sing Of Christ, our offering, Of Christ, our living King— Hallelujah for the cross! Refrain

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• [Gal 6:14] I Saw The Cross Of Jesus

  When the night is o’er and the shadows past, And eternal dawn dispels the gloom of earthly care; In the home of God I shall rest at last, In the land of Eden I shall dwell forever there. Refrain I shall walk the streets of the city of God With its tree of life so bright, so fair, There will be no night—Jesus is the light, I shall dwell forever there. Tho’ my sky be filled with the clouds of time, And my soul is burdened with forebodings of despair, Yet, my heart is cheered, for the hope is mine, If I trust in Jesus I shall dwell forever there. Refrain How my heart will sing when I see the King, For there is no sovereign that with Jesus can compare; So the sacrifice of a life I’ll bring, And with Him in glory, I shall dwell forever there. Refrain

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• [Gal 6:14] In The Cross Of Christ I Glory

  In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o’er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. When the woes of life o’ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me, Lo! it glows with peace and joy. When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more luster to the day. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o’er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

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• [Gal 6:14] The Old Rugged Cross

  On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain. Refrain So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown. O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, Has a wondrous attraction for me; For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above To bear it to dark Calvary. Refrain In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, A wondrous beauty I see, For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died, To pardon and sanctify me. Refrain To the old rugged cross I will ever be true; Its shame and reproach gladly bear; Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away, Where His glory forever I’ll share. Refrain

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• [Gal 6:14] The Sign Of The Cross

  The sign of the cross I triumphantly bear, Though none of my kindred that emblem may wear. I joyfully follow the champions of right, Who march on to glory, who march on to glory, Who march on to glory with weapons of might. The Pillar that guides us through peril and strife, The Rock that is cleft, giving waters of life, Is Christ and His cross. By His Spirit and Word The heart He refreshes, the heart He refreshes, The heart He refreshes, our Savior and Lord. O Shepherd, abide with us, care for us still, And feed us and lead us, and teach us Thy will, And when in Thy heavenly fold we shall be, Our thanks and our praises, our thanks and our praises, Our thanks and our praises we’ll render to Thee.

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• [Gal 6:14] When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

  When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o’er His body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. To Christ, who won for sinners grace By bitter grief and anguish sore, Be praise from all the ransomed race Forever and forevermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal