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Mazmur 124:1--128:6

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Mazmur 124:1--128:6

• [Mzm 124:1] Now Israel May Say

  Now Israel may say, and that in truth, If that the Lord had not our right maintained, If that the Lord had not with us remained, When cruel men against us rose to strive, We surely had been swallowed up alive. Yea, when their wrath against us fiercely rose, The swelling tide had o’er us spread its wave, The raging stream had then become our grave, The surging flood, in proudly swelling roll, Most surely then had overwhelmed our soul. Blest be the Lord, who made us not their prey; As from the snare a bird escapeth free, Their net is rent and so escaped are we; Our only help is in God’s holy Name, Who made the earth and all the heavenly frame.

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• [Mzm 124:2] If God Had Not Been On Our Side

  If God had not been on our side And had not come to aid us, The foes with all their power and pride Would surely have dismayed us; For we, His flock, would have to fear The threat of men both far and near Who rise in might against us. Their furious wrath, did God permit, Would surely have consumed us And as a deep and yawning pit With life and limb entombed us. Like men o’er whom dark waters roll Their wrath would have engulfed our soul And, like a flood, o’erwhelmed us. Blest be the Lord, who foiled their threat That they could not devour us; Our souls, like birds, escaped their net, They could not overpower us. The snare is broken—we are free! Our help is ever, Lord, in Thee, Who madest earth and Heaven.

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• [Mzm 124:7] Bird With The Broken Wing, The

  I walked in the woodland meadows, Where sweet the thrushes sing, And found on a bed of mosses, A bird with a broken wing; I healed its wing, and each morning It sang its old sweet strain, But the bird with the broken pinion, Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again. I found a young life broken By sin’s seductive art, And, touched with a Christlike pity, I took him to my heart; He lived with a nobler purpose, And struggled not in vain, But the life that sin had stricken, Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again. But the bird with the broken pinion Kept another from the snare, The life that sin had stricken, Raised another from despair; Each loss has its own compensation, There’s healing for each pain, But the bird with the broken pinion Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again.

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• [Mzm 125:1] All Who, With Heart Confiding

  All who, with heart confiding, Depend on God alone, Like Zion’s mount abiding, Shall ne’er be overthrown. Like Zion’s city, bounded By guarding mountains broad, His people are surrounded Forever by their God. No scepter of oppression Shall hold unbroken sway, Lest unto base transgression The righteous turn away. Thy favor be imparted To godly men, O Lord, Bless all that are pure-hearted, The good with good reward. The men who falsehood cherish, Forsaking truth and right, With wicked men shall perish; God will their sin requite; From sin Thy saints defending, Their joy, O Lord, increase, With mercy never ending And everlasting peace.

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• [Mzm 125:1] Such As In God The Lord Do Trust

  Such as in God the Lord do trust As Mount Sion shall firmly stand, And be removèd at no hand, The Lord will count them right and just, So that they shall be sure Forever to endure. As mighty mountains huge and great Jerusalem about do close, So will the Lord be unto those Who on His godly will do wait; Such are to Him so dear They never need to fear. For though the righteous try doth He By making wicked men His rod, Lest they through grief forsake their God; It shall not as their lot still be. Give, Lord, to us Thy light Whose hearts are true and right.

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• [Mzm 125:2] Zion Stands By Hills Surrounded

  Zion stands by hills surrounded, Zion, kept by power divine; All her foes shall be confounded, Though the world in arms combine; Happy Zion, what a favored lot is thine! Happy Zion, what a favored lot is thine! Every human tie may perish; Friend to friend unfaithful prove; Mothers cease their own to cherish; Heav’n and earth at last remove; But no changes can attend Jehovah’s love, But no changes can attend Jehovah’s love. In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee; Thou art precious in His sight; God is with thee—God, thine everlasting Light, God is with thee—God, thine everlasting Light.

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• [Mzm 126:1] When In His Might The Lord

  When in His might the Lord arose to set us free, And Zion was restored from her captivity, In transports then of joy and mirth We praised the Lord of all the earth. The nations saw with fear the might of God displayed, When He at last drew near to give His people aid; Great things for us the Lord has wrought, And gladness to our hearts has brought. Again refresh us, Lord, with Thy reviving love, And be Thy blessing poured in mercy from above; By grace revive our hearts again, As streams refreshed by copious rain. Although with bitter tears the sower bears his seed, When harvest time appears he shall be glad indeed; For they that in the sowing weep Shall yet in joy and gladness reap.

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• [Mzm 126:1] When Zion In Her Low Estate

  When Zion in her low estate Was brought from bondage by the Lord, In ecstasy we sang for joy, By grace and wondrous love restored. The Lord, in greatly blessing us, Before the world His power displays; Yea, great things God has done for us And filled our hearts with joy and praise. O Lord, refresh us by Thy grace, Revive and quicken all our powers, As failing streams are made to flow, Replenished by abundant showers. The sower, bearing precious seed, May weep as in his toil he grieves, But he shall come again with joy In harvest time with golden sheaves.

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• [Mzm 126:2] Singing All The Time

  I feel like singing all the time, My tears are wiped away; For Jesus is a friend of mine, I’ll serve Him every day. Refrain I’m singing, singing, Singing all the time; Singing, singing, Singing all the time. When on the cross my Lord I saw, Nailed there by sins of mine; Fast fell the burning tears; but now, I’m singing all the time. Refrain When fierce temptations try my heart, I sing, Jesus is mine; And so, though tears at times may start, I’m singing all the time. Refrain The wondrous story of the Lamb, Tell with that voice of thine, Till others, with the glad new song Go singing all the time. Refrain

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• [Mzm 126:6] Bringing In The Sheaves

  Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves, Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves, Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze; By and by the harvest, and the labor ended, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain

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• [Mzm 126:6] Far And Near

  Far and near the fields are teeming With the waves of ripened grain; Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sunny slope and plain. Refrain Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry; Send them now the sheaves to gather Ere the harvest time pass by. Send them forth with morn’s first beaming, Send them in the noontide’s glare; When the sun’s last rays are gleaming, Bid them gather everywhere. Refrain O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heav’nward then at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold. Refrain

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• [Mzm 126:6] He That Goeth Forth With Weeping

  He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above. Soft descend the dews of heaven, Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given Through an influence all divine. Sow thy seed; be never weary; Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne’er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. Lo! the scene of verdure brightening, See the rising grain appear: Look again; the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.

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• [Mzm 126:6] Sow In The Morn Thy Seed

  Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broadcast it o’er the land. Thou know’st not which may thrive, The late or early sown; God keeps His precious seed alive, When and wherever thrown. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angels reapers shall descend, And Heav’n cry, “Harvest Home.”

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• [Mzm 127:1] Father Of Men, In Whom Are One

  Father of men, in Whom are one All humankind beneath Thy sun, Stablish our work in Thee begun. Except the house be built of Thee, In vain the builder’s toil must be: O strengthen our infirmity. Man lives not for himself alone, In others’ good he finds his own; Life’s worth in fellowship is known. We, friends and comrades on life’s way, Gather within these walls to pray: Bless Thou our fellowship today. O Christ, our Elder Brother, who By serving man God’s will didst do, Help us to serve our brethren, too. Guide us to seek the things above, The base to shun, the pure approve, To live by Thy free law of love. In all our work, in all our play, Be with us, Lord, our Friend, our Stay; Lead onward to the perfect day: Then may we know, earth’s lesson o’er, With comrades missed or gone before, Heav’n’s fellowship for evermore.

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• [Mzm 127:1] O Father, All Creating

  O Father, all creating, Whose wisdom, love, and power First bound two lives together In Eden’s primal hour, Today to these Thy children Thine earliest gifts renew, A home by Thee made happy, A love by Thee kept true. O Savior, Guest most bounteous Of old in Galilee, Vouchsafe today Thy presence With these who call on Thee; Their store of earthly gladness Transform to heavenly wine, And teach them, in the tasting, To know the gift is Thine. O Spirit of the Father, Breathe on them from above, So mighty in Thy pureness, So tender in Thy love; That, guarded by Thy presence, From sin and strife kept free, Their lives may own Thy guidance, Their hearts be ruled by Thee. Except Thou build it, Father, The house is built in vain; Except Thou, Savior, bless it, The joy will turn to pain; But naught can break the union Of hearts in Thee made one; And love Thy Spirit hallows Is endless love begun.

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• [Mzm 127:1] Unless The Lord The House Shall Build

  Unless the Lord the house shall build, The weary builders toil in vain; Unless the Lord the city shield, The guards a useless watch maintain. In vain you rise ere morning break, And late your nightly vigils keep, And of the bread of toil partake; God gives to His belovèd sleep. Lo, children are a great reward, A gift from God in very truth; With arrows is his quiver stored Who joys in children of his youth. And blest the man whose age is cheered By stalwart sons and daughters fair; No enemies by him are feared, No lack of love, no want of care.

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• [Mzm 127:1] We Cannot Build Alone

  We cannot build alone; to rear, great God, to Thee, A house which Thou wilt own, Thou must the builder be. Not by our might, but Thy power, Must dome and tower take upward flight, Must dome and tower take upward flight. Were all the stones that lie unquarried ’neath the sod Piled up against the sky, it were not worthy God. To make this dear, Lord, condescend Thy head to bend and enter here, Thy head to bend and enter here. Let faith here rear to God! Here love erect her thrones! A house for Thine abode be built of lively stones! We do not err, O Holy Ghost! Pure hearts Thou dost to fanes prefer, Pure hearts Thou dost to fanes prefer. The heavenly only stands: Earth briefly typifies The House not made with hands, eternal in the skies— We see its towers: how sweet to know, When hence we go, that House is ours! When hence we go, that House is ours!

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• [Mzm 127:2] He Giveth His Beloved Sleep

  Sorrow and care may meet, The tempest cloud may low’r, The surge of sin may beat Upon earth’s troubled shore; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. The din of war may roll, With all her raging flight, Grief may oppress the soul, Throughout the weary nigh; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. In childhood’s winsome page, In manhood’s joyous bloom, In feebleness and age, In death’s dark gathering gloom, God will His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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• [Mzm 127:2] Joy And Light

  Joy and light, joy and light, Over the crystal sea; Come, come, soft and bright, Over the crystal sea. Come on your snowy pinions white, Come in the silent calm of night, Watch when the pale stars keep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Love and rest, love and rest, Carol in silver tone; Glad songs, pure and blest, Carol in silver tone. Come from the fadeless flowers that grow, Come from the sparkling streams that flow, Come in the midnight deep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Voice divine, voice divine, Speak, and our souls shall hear; Sweet, sweet words are Thine, Speak, and our souls shall hear. Tell of a cloudless region fair, Tell of the many mansions there, Speak to the hearts that weep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep.

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• [Mzm 127:2] Of All The Thoughts Of God

  Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the psalmist’s music deep, Now tell me if there any is, For gift or grace surpassing this: “He giveth His belovèd sleep”? What would we give to our beloved? The hero’s heart to be unmoved, The poet’s star tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot’s voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch’s crown, to light the brows? He giveth His belovèd sleep. “Sleep soft, belovèd!” we sometimes say, Who have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His belovèd sleep. His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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• [Mzm 128:1] Happy The Man Who Feareth God

  Happy the man who feareth God, Whose feet His holy ways have trod; Thine own good hand shall nourish thee, And well and happy shalt thou be. Thy wife shall, like a fruitful vine, Fill all thy house with clusters fine; Thy children all be fresh and sound, Like olive-plants thy table round. Lo! to the man these blessings cleave Who in God’s holy fear doth live; From him the ancient curse hath fled By Adam’s race inherited. Out of Mount Zion God shall send, And crown with joy thy latter end; That thou Jerusalem mayst see, In favor and prosperity. He shall be with thee in thy ways, And give thee health and length of days; Yea, thou shalt children’s children see, And peace on Israel shall be.

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• [Mzm 128:1] What Cheering Words Are These!

  What cheering words are these! Their sweetness who can tell? In time and to eternity, ’Tis with the righteous well; In time and to eternity, ’Tis with the righteous well. In every state secure, Kept by Jehovah’s eye, ’Tis well with them while life endures, And well when called to die; ’Tis well with them while life endures, And well when called to die. ’Tis well when joys arise, ’Tis well when sorrows bow, ’Tis well when darkness veils the skies, And strong temptations blow; ’Tis well when darkness veils the skies, And strong temptations blow. ’Tis well when on the mount They feast on dying love, And ’tis as well in God’s account, When they the furnace prove; And ’tis as well in God’s account, When they the furnace prove.

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• [Mzm 128:2] Balm In Secret Prayer

  Pray on, pray on, O trusting heart, Let not thy courage fail; But take thy Savior at His word, And know thou shalt prevail. Refrain Tho’ the cross is hard to bear, There is balm in secret prayer; Go and tell thy sorrows there, And leave it all with Jesus. What tho’ thy prayers thro’ many tears May reach His throne on high; He knows the anguish of thy heart, And will not pass thee by. Refrain Perhaps in some desponding hour, When hope has well nigh past, The light will burst upon thy soul, And joy be thine at last. Refrain Pray on, pray on, O weary not, Whate’er thy trial be; But lean thy faith on Him Who said, “It shall be well with thee.” Refrain

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• [Mzm 128:4] Blest The Man That Fears Jehovah

  Blest the man that fears Jehovah Walking ever in His ways By thy toil thou shalt be prospered And be happy all thy days. In thy wife thou shalt have gladness, She shall fill thy home with good, Happy in her loving service And the joys of motherhood. Joyful children, sons and daughters Shall about thy table meet; Olive plants in strength and beauty Full of hope and promise sweet. Lo, on him that fears Jehovah Shall this blessedness attend, For Jehovah out of Zion Shall to thee His blessing send. Blest the man that fears Jehovah Walking ever in His ways. By thy toil thou shalt be prospered And be happy all thy days. Thou shalt see God’s kingdom prosper All thy days, till life shall cease, Thou shalt see thy children’s children. On Thy people, Lord, be peace.

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