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Psalms 103:8

Mari, Puji Raja Sorga [KJ.288] ( Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven ) 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

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1. Mari, puji Raja sorga, persembahan bawalah! DitebusNya jiwa-raga, maka puji namaNya! Puji Dia, puji Dia, puji Raja semesta!
2. Puji Yang kekal rahmatNya bagi umat dalam aib, dulu, kini, selamanya panjang sabar, mahabaik. Puji Dia, puji Dia, yang setiaNya ajaib!
3. Bagai Bapa yang penyayang, siapa kita Ia tahu; tangan kasihNya menatang di tengah bahaya maut. Puji Dia, puji Dia, kasihNya seluas laut!	Yak 5:11
4. Kita bagai bunga saja, layu habis musimnya, tapi keadaan Raja tak berubah, tak lemah. Puji Dia, puji Dia, yang kekal kuasaNya!	Yes 40:6-8 Yak 1:10-11 1 Ptr 1:24
5. Sujudlah, hai bala sorga, abdi Allah terdekat; turut, bintang, bulan, surya, tiap waktu dan tempat. Puji Dia, puji Dia, Sumber kasih dan berkat!
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Psalms 103:8

[Psa 103:8] Lord, How Wondrous Are His Ways, The 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

The Lord, how wondrous are His ways!
How firm His truth! how large His grace!
He takes His mercy for His throne,
And thence He makes His glories known.

Not half so high His power hath spread
The starry heav’ns above our head,
As His rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.

Not half so far hath nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As His forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those He loves.

How slowly doth His wrath arise!
On swifter wings salvation flies;
And if He lets His anger burn,
How soon His frowns to pity turn.

Amidst His wrath compassion shines;
His strokes are lighter than our sins;
And while His rod corrects His saints,
His ear indulges their complaints.

So fathers their young sons chastise
With gentle hand and melting eyes;
The children weep beneath the smart,
And move the pity of their heart.

The mighty God, the wise and just,
Knows that our frame is feeble dust;
And will no heavy loads impose
Beyond the strength that He bestows.

He knows how soon our nature dies,
Blasted by every wind that flies;
Like grass we spring, and die as soon,
Or morning flowers that fade at noon.

But His eternal love is sure
To all the saints, and shall endure;
From age to age His truth shall reign,
Nor children’s children hope in vain.

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source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 147:5

[Psa 147:5] Infinite God, To Thee We Raise 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Infinite God, to Thee we raise
Our hearts in solemn songs of praise,
By all Thy works on earth adored,
We worship Thee, the common Lord;
The everlasting Father own,
And bow our souls before Thy throne.

Thee all the choir of angels sings,
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings;
Cherubs proclaim Thy praise aloud,
And seraphs shout the Triune God;
And, “Holy, holy, holy,” cry,
“Thy glory fills both earth and sky!”

God of the patriarchal race,
The ancient seers record Thy praise,
The goodly apostolic band
In highest joy and glory stand;
And all the saints and prophets join
To extol Thy majesty divine.

Head of the martyrs’ noble host,
Of Thee they justly make their boast;
The church, to earth’s remotest bounds,
Her heavenly Founder’s praise resounds;
And strives, with those around the throne,
To hymn the mystic Three in One.

Father of endless majesty,
All might and love they render Thee;
Thy true and only Son adore,
The same in dignity and power;
And God the Holy Ghost declare,
The saints’ eternal Comforter.

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source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 86:5

[Psa 86:5] How Oft, Alas! 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord,
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of His Word.

Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return”;
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O take the wanderer home.

And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live
To speak Thy wondrous love?

Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine!
That can to bliss and life restore
So vile a heart as mine.

Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Savior, I adore;
O keep me at Thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Psa 86:5] Wilt Thou Forgive? 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Wilt Thou forgive that sin, by man begun,
Which was my sin though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.

Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I’ve spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine, as He shines now and heretofore:
And, having done that, Thou hast done:
I fear no more.

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source: Cyberhymnal