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Mazmur 106:3

Mazmur 144:15

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Mazmur 2:12

• [Mzm 2:12] Why Did The Nations Join To Slay

  Why did the nations join to slay The Lord’s anointed Son? Why did they cast His laws away, And tread His Gospel down? The Lord, that sits above the skies, Derides their rage below; He speaks with vengeance in His eyes, And strikes their spirits through. “I call him my eternal Son, And raise Him from the dead; I make My holy hill His throne, And wide His kingdom spread. “Ask Me, My Son, and then enjoy The utmost heathen lands: Thy rod of iron shall destroy The rebel that withstands.” Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th’ anointed Lord, Adore the King of heav’nly birth, And tremble at His Word. With humble love address His throne; For if He frown, ye die: Those are secure, and those alone, Who on His grace rely.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 2:12] Maker And Sov’reign Lord

  Maker and sov’reign Lord Of Heav’n, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms Thy Word, And answers Thy decrees. The things so long foretold By David are fulfilled, When Jews and Gentiles join’d to slay Jesus, Thine holy Child. Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews, with one accord, Bend all their counsels to destroy Th’Anointed of the Lord? Rulers and kings agree To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powers unite Against His Christ they join. The Lord derides their rage, And will support His throne; He that hath rais’d Him from the dead Hath own’d Him for His Son. Now He’s ascended high, And asks to rule the earth; The merit of His blood He pleads, And pleads His heav’nly birth. He asks, and God bestows A large inheritance; Far as the world’s remotest ends His kingdom shall advance. The nations that rebel Must feel His iron rod; He’ll vindicate those honors well Which He receiv’d from God. Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at His throne; With trembling joy, ye people, bow To God’s exalted Son. If once His wrath arise, Ye perish on the place; Then blessèd is the soul that flies For refuge to His grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 41:1

• [Mzm 41:1] How Blest The Man Who Thoughtfully

  How blest the man who thoughtfully The poor and weak befriends; Deliverance in the evil day To him Jehovah sends. The Lord will keep him, guard his life, On earth he shall be blest; The Lord will not surrender him By foes to be distressed. Upon the bed of suffering Jehovah will sustain, And in his sickness God will soothe The weariness and pain. O Lord, to Thee my cry ascends, Let me Thy mercy see; Heal Thou my soul, for I have sinned, I have offended Thee. My enemies against me speak, And they my life have scorned; They wish my name to pass away, Unhonored and unmourned. My foe, deceitful, visits me, By seeming kindness led, His heart intent on gathering Some hurtful news to spread. My foes, together whispering, Their evil plans devise; Disease, they say, cleaves fast to him, Laid low, he shall not rise. Yea, he who was my chosen friend, In whom I put my trust, Who ate my bread, now turns in wrath To crush me in the dust. Do Thou, Jehovah, show me grace, And raise me up again, That I with justice may requite These base and wicked men. By this I know assuredly That I am loved by Thee, Because my foe does not exult In triumph over me. And as for me, in uprightness Thou dost uphold me well, And settest me before Thy face Forevermore to dwell. Blest be Jehovah, Israel’s God Forevermore. Amen. Let age to age eternally Repeat His praise. Amen.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 89:15

• [Mzm 89:15] Ring, Happy Bells Of Easter Time

  Ring, happy bells of Easter time, The world is glad to hear your chime; Across wide fields of melting snow The winds of summer softly blow, And birds and streams repeat the chime Of Easter time, of Easter time: Refrain The world is glad to hear your chime; Ring, happy bells of Easter time! Ring, happy bells of Easter time, The world takes up your chant sublime; The Lord is risen, the night of fear Has passed away and heaven draws near: We breathe the air of that blest clime, At Easter time, at Easter time: Refrain Ring, happy bells of Easter time, Our happy hearts give back your chime; The Lord is risen, we die no more: He opens wide the heavenly door; He meets us, while to Him we climb, At Easter time, at Easter time: Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 127:5--128:1

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal