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Ulangan 6:4-9

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Ulangan 6:4-9

• [Ul 6:5] My Lord, I Do Not Ask To Stand

  My Lord, I do not ask to stand As king or prince of high degree; I only pray that hand in hand A child and I may come to Thee. To teach a tender voice to pray, Two childish eyes Thy face to see— Two feet to guide in Thy straight way; This fervently I ask of Thee. O grant Thy patience to impart Thy holy law, Thy words of truth; Give, Lord, Thy grace, that my whole heart May overflow with love for youth. As step by step we tread the way, Trusting, and confident, and free A child and I shall, day by day, Find sweet companionship with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ul 6:6] Bring In The Children

  Bring in the children, O bring them today; Speak to them gently, and show them the way; Careless they wander, and thoughtless they roam; Bring in the children, for here is their home. Refrain Bring, O bring the children, O bring them today, O bring them today; Bring, O bring the children, O bring them in today. Bring in the children, O seek them abroad, Win them from evil, and train them for God; Gladly our mission O let us fulfill, Knowing that Jesus will be with us still. Refrain Bring in the children, so friendless and poor; Joy to their hearts will the Savior restore; Bring in the children, compel them to come; Jesus invites them, and yet there is room. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ul 6:7] When Quiet In My House I Sit

  When quiet in my house I sit, Thy Book be my companion still, My joy Thy sayings to repeat, Talk o’er the records of Thy will, And search the oracles divine, Till every heartfelt word be mine. O may the gracious words divine Subject of all my converse be! So will the Lord His follower join, And walk and talk Himself with me; So shall my heart His presence prove, And burn with everlasting love. Oft as I lay me down to rest, O may the reconciling Word Sweetly compose my weary breast! While, on the bosom of my Lord, I sink in blissful dreams away, And visions of eternal day. Rising to sing my Savior’s praise, Thee may I publish all day long; And let Thy precious word of grace Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue, Fill all my life with purest love, And join me to the Church above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 119:30-32

• [Mzm 119:30] Christ In His Word Draws Near

  Christ in His Word draws near; Hush, moaning voice of fear, He bids thee cease; With songs sincere and sweet Let us arise, and meet Him Who comes forth to greet Our souls with peace. Rising above thy care, Meet Him as in the air, O weary heart; Put on joy’s sacred dress; Lo, as He comes to bless, Quite from thy weariness Set free thou art. For works of love and praise He brings thee summer days, Warm days and bright; Winter is past and gone, Now He, salvation’s Sun, Shineth on every one With mercy’s light. From the bright sky above, Clad in His robes of love, ’Tis He, our Lord! Dim earth itself grows clear As His light draweth near; O let us hush and hear His holy Word.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 119:30] Give Me The Bible

  Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming, To cheer the wand’rer lone and tempest tossed; No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming, Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost. Refrain Give me the Bible, holy message shining; Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way; Precept and promise, law and love combining, Till night shall vanish in eternal day. Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken, When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear; Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken, Hold up faith’s lamp to show my Savior near. Refrain Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten, Teach me the danger of these realms below; That lamp of safety o’er the gloom shall brighten, That light alone the path of peace can show. Refrain Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal, Hold up that splendor by the open grave; Show me the light from Heaven’s shining portal, Show me the glory gilding Jordan’s wave. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 119:30] Voice Of God’s Creation Found Me, The

  The Voice of God’s Creation found me Perplexed midst hope and fear, For though His sunshine flashed around me, His storms at times drew near: And I said— Oh! that I knew where He abideth! For doubts beset our lot, And lo! His glorious face He hideth, And men perceive it not! The Voice of God’s Protection told me He loveth all He made; I seemed to feel His arms enfold me, And yet was half afraid: And I said— Oh! that I knew where I might find Him! His eye would guide me right: He leaveth countless tracks behind Him, Yet passeth out of sight. The Voice of Conscience sounded nearer, It stirred my inmost breast; But though its tones were firmer, clearer, ’Twas not the voice of rest: And I said— Oh! that I knew if He forgiveth! My soul is faint within, Because in grievous fear it liveth Of wages due to sin. It was the Voice of Revelation That met my utmost need; The wondrous message of salvation Was joy and peace indeed: And I said— Oh! how I love the sacred pages From which such tidings flow, As monarchs, patriarchs, poets, sages, Have longed in vain to know! For now is life a lucid story, And death a rest in Him, And all is bathed in light and glory That once was dark or dim: And I said— O Thou Who dost my soul deliver, And all its hopes uplift; Give me a tongue praise the Giver, A heart to prize the gift.

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  source: Cyberhymnal