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Mazmur 23:1

• [Mzm 23:1] He Leadeth Me

  He leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heav’nly comfort fraught! Whate’er I do, where’er I be Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me. Refrain He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom, By waters still, over troubled sea, Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me. Refrain Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since ’tis my God that leadeth me. Refrain And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won, E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. Refrain

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• [Mzm 23:1] He Leads Us On

  He leads us on by paths we did not know; Upward He leads us, tho’ our steps be slow; Tho’ oft we faint and falter on the way, Tho’ storms and darkness oft obscure the day, Yet when the clouds are gone, We know He leads us on. He leads us on thro’ all th’unquiet years; Past all our dreamland hopes, and doubts, and fears He guides our steps; thro’ all the tangled maze Of losses, sorrows, and o’erclouded days We know His will is done, And still He leads us on. And He, at last—after the weary strife, After the restless fever we call life, After the dreariness, the aching pain, The wayward struggles which have proved in vain, After our toils are past— Will give us rest at last.

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• [Mzm 23:1] God Of Love My Shepherd Is, The

  The God of love my Shepherd is, And He that doth me feed; While He is mine and I am His, What can I want or need? He leads me to the tender grass, Where I both feed and rest; Then to the streams that gently pass: In both I have the best. Or if I stray, He doth convert, And bring my mind in frame, And all this not for my desert, But for His holy Name. Yea, in death’s shady black abode Well may I walk, not fear; For Thou art with me, and Thy rod To guard, Thy staff to bear. Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love Shall measure all my days; And as it never shall remove So neither shall my praise.

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• [Mzm 23:1] I Shall Not Want

  I shall not want: in deserts wild Thou spread’st Thy table for Thy child; While grace in streams for thirsting souls, Thro’ earth and Heaven forever rolls. I shall not want: my darkest night Thy loving smile shall fill with light; While promises around me bloom, And cheer me with divine perfume. I shall not want: Thy righteousness My soul shall clothe with glorious dress; My blood-washed robe shall be more fair Than garments kings or angels wear. I shall not want: whate’er is good, Of daily bread or angels’ food, Shall to my Father’s child be sure, So long as earth and Heaven endure.

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• [Mzm 23:1] I Wandered Sore Distressed

  I wandered sore distressed, All weary and forlorn; I had no place to rest, Of all my pleasures shorn— My thirsting spirit sighed, And in the desert cried. The Shepherd heard my cry, Who came His flock to find, And drew in mercy nigh, For He is wondrous kind; His winning voice awoke My spirit as He spoke. He bade my wandering cease, And gave my heart a home, That from the bliss of peace I might no longer roam; He gave me hope for fears, And lasting joy for tears.

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• [Mzm 23:1] King Of Love My Shepherd Is, The

  The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never, I nothing lack if I am His And He is mine forever. Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul He leadeth, And where the verdant pastures grow, With food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love He sought me, And on His shoulder gently laid, And home, rejoicing, brought me. In death’s dark vale I fear no ill With Thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me. Thou spread’st a table in my sight; Thy unction grace bestoweth; And O what transport of delight From Thy pure chalice floweth! And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never; Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house forever.

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• [Mzm 23:1] Lord Is My Shepherd, The

  The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know; I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wand’ring, redeems when oppressed. Through valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since Thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. In midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er; With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head; O what shall I ask of Thy providence more? Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod, Through land of their sojourn, Thy Kingdom of love.

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• [Mzm 23:1] Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare, The

  The Lord my pasture shall prepare And feed me with a shepherd’s care; His presence shall my wants supply And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks He shall attend And all my midnight hours defend. When in the sultry glebe I faint Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wandering steps He leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid And guide me through the dreadful shade. Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds, I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile; The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around.

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• [Mzm 23:1] Lord My Shepherd Holds Me, The

  The Lord my Shepherd holds me Within His tender care, And with His flock He folds me, No want shall find me there. In pastures green He feeds me, With plenty I am blest; By quiet streams He leads me, And makes me safely rest. Whatever ill betides me, He will restore and bless; For His Name’s sake He guides me, In paths of righteousness. Thy rod and staff shall cheer me In death’s dark vale and shade, For Thou wilt then be near me; I shall not be afraid. My food Thou dost appoint me, Supplied before my foes; With oil Thou dost anoint me, My cup of bliss o’erflows. Thy goodness, Lord, shall guide me, Thy mercy cheer my way; A home Thou wilt provide me Within Thy house always.

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• [Mzm 23:1] Lord My Shepherd Is, The

  The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied; Since He is mine and I am His, What can I want beside? He leads me to the place Where heav’nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. If e’er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy Name. While He affords His aid I cannot yield to fear; Though I should walk through death’s dark shade, My Shepherd’s with me there. In sight of all my foes, Thou dost  my table spread; My cup with blessing overflows, And joy exalts my head. The bounties of Thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise.

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• [Mzm 23:1] Lord’s My Shepherd, The

  The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul He doth restore again; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, Even for His own Name’s sake. Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill; For Thou art with me; and Thy rod And staff my comfort still. My table Thou hast furnishèd In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me; And in God’s house forevermore My dwelling place shall be.

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• [Mzm 23:1] My Shepherd Fills My Every Need

  My Shepherd fills my every need: For my soul’s good, He came to bleed. In pastures green, He makes me lie, I rest content beneath His eye. With Him I walk by waters still, And drink the peace of His sweet will. My tiring spirit He restores: His wine of grace from Calv’ry pours. In righteous paths He leads me on From wrath’s dark night to mercy’s dawn. With promise faithful as His name, He swears His love, always the same. Death’s mighty shadows cast their pall, But Jesus vanquishes them all, No ill can touch, nor evil harm The treasure kept by God’s own arm. His rod and staff drive out all fear. His righteous robes dry every tear. Before my foes, this bread He breaks, And of His flesh, my soul partakes. I smell His oil upon my head Whose death shall raise me from the dead. My cup o’er flows with Calv’ry’s wine: This blood of God makes heaven mine. Goodness and mercy follow me; Through all the days my life shall be, And in God’s house, His praise to tell, My ransomed soul will ever dwell.

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• [Mzm 23:1] My Shepherd Is The Lamb

  My Shepherd is the Lamb, The living Lord Who died; With all things good I ever am By Him supplied. He richly feeds my soul With blessings from above, And leads me where the rivers roll Of endless love. My soul He doth restore Whene’er I go astray; He makes my cup of joy run o’er From day to day; His love, so full, so free, Anoints my head with oil; Mercy and goodness follow me, Fruit of His toil. When faith and hope shall cease, And love abide alone, Then shall I see Him face to face, And know as known. Still shall I lift my voice, His praise my song shall be; And I will in His love rejoice Who died for me.

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• [Mzm 23:1] My Shepherd Is The Living Lord

  My Shepherd is the living Lord; Now shall my wants be well supplied; His providence and holy Word Become my safety and my guide. In pastures where salvation grows He makes me feed, He makes me rest; There living water gently flows, And all the food’s divinely blest. My wandering feet His ways mistake, But He restores my soul to peace, And leads me, for His mercy’s sake, In the fair paths of righteousness. Though I walk through the gloomy vale Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fail, For God my Shepherd’s with me there. Amidst the darkness and the deeps, Thou art my comfort, Thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. The sons of earth, and sons of hell, Gaze at Thy goodness, and repine To see my table spread so well With living bread and cheerful wine. How I rejoice when on my head Thy Spirit condescends to rest! ’Tis a divine anointing, shed Like oil of gladness at a feast. Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend His household all their days; There will I dwell to hear His Word, To seek His face, and sing His praise.

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• [Mzm 23:1] My Shepherd Is The Lord My God

  My Shepherd is the Lord my God; What can I want beside? He leads me where green pastures are, And where cool waters hide. He will refresh my soul again, When I am faint and sore, And guide my step for His Name’s sake, In right paths evermore. Though I should walk the vale of death, I should not know a fear. Thy rod and staff they comfort me: Thou, Lord, art ever near. A table Thou hast spread for me In presence of my foes; Thou dost anoint my head with oil, My cup, Lord, overflows. Thy goodness and Thy mercy, Lord, Will surely follow me, And in Thy house forevermore My dwelling place shall be.

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• [Mzm 23:1] My Shepherd Will Supply My Need

  My Shepherd will supply my need: Jehovah is His Name; In pastures fresh He makes me feed, Beside the living stream. He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake His ways, And leads me, for His mercy’s sake, In paths of truth and grace. When I walk through the shades of death Thy presence is my stay; One word of Thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head. The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days; O may Thy house be my abode, And all my work be praise. There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come; No more a stranger, nor a guest, But like a child at home.

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• [Mzm 23:1] Safe In The Shepherd’s Care

  Though beneath the drifting snow, Summer flow’rs have been laid low, I am safe in the tender Shepherd’s care; Tho’ the sunbeams hide away, On the dark and cloudy day, I am safe in the tender Shepherd’s care. Refrain Safe, in the tender Shepherd’s care, Safe on His bosom He will bear Those who trust His mighty love, Bear them to the land above, Safe in the Shepherd’s tender care. In green pastures I’ll be fed, By the quiet waters led, I am safe in the tender Shepherd’s care; He will guide me to the fold, Sheltered from the wintry cold, I am safe in the tender Shepherd’s care. Refrain Through the valley dark and deep, He will comfort, He will keep, I am safe in the tender Shepherd’s care; Happy in His saving grace, Till I see His blessèd face, I am safe in the tender Shepherd’s care. Refrain

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• [Mzm 23:1] Savior! I Follow On

  Savior! I follow on, guided by Thee, Seeing not yet the hand that leadeth me; Hushed be my heart and still, fear I no further ill; Only to meet Thy will my will shall be. Riven the rock for me thirst to relieve, Manna from Heaven falls fresh every eve; Never a want severe causeth my eye a tear, But Thou dost whisper near, “Only believe!” Often to Marah’s brink have I been brought; Shrinking the cup to drink, help I have sought; And with the prayer’s ascent, Jesus the branch hath rent— Quickly relief hath sent, sweetening the draught. Savior! I long to walk closer with Thee; Led by Thy guiding hand ever to be; Constantly near Thy side, quickened and purified, Living for Him Who died freely for me!

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• [Mzm 23:1] Thou Art My Shepherd

  Thou art my Shepherd, Caring in every need, Thy loving lamb to feed, Trusting Thee still. In the green pastures low, Where living waters flow, Safe by Thy side I go, Fearing no ill. Or if my way lie Where storms are raging nigh, Nothing can terrify, I trust Thee still. How can I be afraid, While softly on my head Thy tender hand is laid? I fear no ill. Goodness and mercy Ever shall follow me, Till by Thy grace I see Thy holy hill; Lord, in that home with Thee, Joyful eternally, Folded Thy flock shall be, Safe from all ill.

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• [Mzm 23:1] Why Should We Start, And Fear To Die?

  Why should we start and fear to die? What tim’rous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. The pains, the groans, the dying strife, Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. O, if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death’s iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she passed. Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on His breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.

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• [Mzm 23:1] Ye Little Flock Whom Jesus Feeds

  Ye little flock whom Jesus feeds, Dismiss your anxious cares; Look to the Shepherd of your souls, And smile away your fears. Though wolves and lions prowl around, His staff is your defense; ’Midst sands and rocks, your Shepherd’s voice, Calls streams and pastures thence. Your Father will a kingdom give, And give it with delight; His feeblest child His love shall call, To triumph in His sight. Ten thousand praises, Lord, we bring, For sure supports like these; And o’er the pious dead we sing, Thy living promises.

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Mazmur 100:1

• [Mzm 100:1] All People That On Earth Do Dwell

  All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice. Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell; Come ye before Him and rejoice. The Lord, ye know, is God indeed; Without our aid He did us make; We are His folk, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. O enter then His gates with praise; Approach with joy His courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless His Name always, For it is seemly so to do. For why? the Lord our God is good; His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom Heaven and earth adore, From men and from the angel host Be praise and glory evermore.

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• [Mzm 100:1] Before Jehovah’s Awful Throne

  Before Jehovah’s awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy, He can create, and He destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again, He brought us to His fold again. We are His people, we His care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy Name, Almighty Maker, to Thy Name? We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move, When rolling years shall cease to move.

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• [Mzm 100:1] Ye Lands, To The Lord Make A Jubilant Noise

  Ye lands, to the Lord make a jubilant noise; Glory be to God! Oh, serve Him with joy, in His presence now rejoice; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! Not we, but the Lord is our Maker, our God; Glory be to God! His people we are, and the sheep led by His rod; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! Oh, enter His gates with thanksgiving and praise; Glory be to God! To bless Him and thank Him our voices we will raise; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! For good is the Lord, and His mercy is sure; Glory be to God! To all generations His truth shall endure; Sing praise unto God out of Zion!

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Mazmur 139:1

• [Mzm 139:1] Lord, All I Am Is Known To Thee

  Lord, all I am is known to Thee: In vain my soul would try To shun Thy presence, or to flee The notice of Thine eye. Thy all surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast. My thoughts lie open to Thee, Lord, Before they’re formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, Thou knowest the sense I mean. O wondrous knowledge! deep and high: Where can a creature hide? Within Thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. So let Thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love.

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• [Mzm 139:1] Lord, Thou Hast Searched Me

  Lord, Thou hast searched me and dost know Where’er I rest, where’er I go; Thou knowest all that I have planned, And all my ways are in Thy hand. My words from Thee I cannot hide, I feel Thy power on every side; O wondrous knowledge, awful might, Unfathomed depth, unmeasured height. Where can I go apart from Thee, Or whither from Thy presence flee? In Heav’n? It is Thy dwelling fair; In death’s abode? Lo, Thou art there. If I the wings of morning take, And far away my dwelling make, The hand that leadeth me is Thine, And my support Thy power divine. If deepest darkness cover me, The darkness hideth not from Thee; To Thee both night and day are bright, The darkness shineth as the light.

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• [Mzm 139:1] Thou Knowest, Lord (hawkes)

  Thou knowest, Lord, Thou know’st my life’s deep story, And all the mingled good and ill I do; Thou seest my shame, my few stray gleams of glory, Where I am false and where my soul rings true. Lord, I am glad Thou know’st my inmost being, Glad Thou dost search the secrets of my heart; I would not hide one folly from Thy seeing, Nor shun Thy healing touch to save the smart. Like warp and woof the good and ill are blended, Nor do I see the pattern that I weave; Yet in Thy love the whole is comprehended, And in Thy hand my future lot I leave. Only, dear Lord, make plain the path of duty; Let not my shame and sorrow weigh me down, Lest in despair I fail to see its beauty, And weeping vainly, miss the victor’s crown.

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• [Mzm 139:1] O Lord, My Inmost Heart And Thought

  O Lord, my inmost heart and thought Thy searching eye doth see; Where’er I rest, where’er I go, My ways are known to Thee. Each spoken word, each silent thought, Thou, Lord, dost understand; Before me and behind art Thou, Restraining by Thy hand. If I the wings of morning take To some remotest land, Still I shall be upheld by Thee And guided by Thy hand. From Thee, O Lord, I cannot hide Though darkness cover me; The darkness and the light of day Are both alike to Thee. Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, my thoughts to know; O lead me, if in sin I stray, In paths of life to go.

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• [Mzm 139:1] With Thy Benediction

  With Thy benediction falling on our ear, Pray we now, Most Holy, be Thou ever near; Near us ’mid the shadows of the coming night; Near us when the morning breaks in golden light.
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• [Mzm 139:1] Lord, Thou Hast Searched And Seen Me Through

  Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me through, Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers. My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my opening lips they break. Within Thy circling power I stand; On every side I find Thy hand; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit Thy service and Thy love, Where, Lord, could I Thy presence shun, Or from Thy dreadful glory run? If up to Heav’n I take my flight, ’Tis there Thou dwell’st enthroned in light Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath Thy chains. If, mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest Thy fugitive. Or should I try to shun Thy sight Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of Thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from Thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize Thy foes as soon Through midnight shades as blazing noon. Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they’re both alike to Thee; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to His eye. O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where’er I rove, where’er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there.

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Mazmur 24:1

• [Mzm 24:1] Earth And The Fullness With Which It Is Stored, The

  The earth and the fullness with which it is stored, The world and its dwellers belong to the Lord; For He on the seas its foundations has laid, And firm on the waters its pillars has stayed. What man shall the hill of Jehovah ascend, And who in the place of His presence attend? The man of pure heart and of hands without stain, Who swears not to falsehood nor loves what is vain. That man ever blest of Jehovah shall live, The God of salvation shall righteousness give; For this is the people, yea, this is the race, The Israel true that is seeking His face.

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• [Mzm 24:1] Earth Belongs To The Lord, The

  The earth belongs to the Lord, The world and all who live there. He founded it upon the seas, Established it upon the seas. He is the King of glory; He’s the mighty King. Refrain The Lord strong and mighty, God who is mighty in battle, The Lord Almighty is King forever; The King of all glory is He. Now who may climb the Lord’s hill And in His holy place stand? The one who has clean hands, pure heart, Who does not worship idol gods, Or swear by what is false, Or swear by what is false. Refrain The one who stands before God Will blessings from Him receive, And vindication from the Lord, And vindication from the Lord. God blesses those who seek Him, Those who seek His face. Refrain Lift up your heads, O you gates; Be lifted up, ancient doors. Now let the King of glory in; Now let the King of glory in. Who is the King of glory? Who’s the mighty King? Refrain

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• [Mzm 24:1] Earth Belongs Unto The Lord, The

  The earth belongs unto the Lord, And all that it contains; The world that is inhabited, And all that there remains. For the foundations thereof He on the seas did lay, And He hath it establishèd Upon the floods to stay. Who is the man that shall ascend Into the hill of God? Or who within His holy place Shall have a firm abode? Whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure, And into vanity Who hath not lifted up his soul, Nor sworn deceitfully. He from th’Eternal shall receive The blessing him upon, And righteousness, ev’n from the God Of his salvation. This is the generation That after Him inquire, O Jacob, who do seek Thy face With their whole heart’s desire. Ye gates, lift up your heads on high; Ye doors, that last for aye, Be lifted up, that so the King Of glory enter may. But who of glory is the King? The mighty Lord is this; Ev’n that same Lord, that great in might And strong in battle is.

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• [Mzm 24:1] Earth With All Her Fullness Owns, The

  The earth with all her fullness owns Jehovah for her sovereign Lord; The countless myriads of her sons Rose into being at His Word. His Word did out of nothing call The world, and founded all that is; Launched on the floods this solid ball, And fixed it in the floating seas. But who shall quit this low abode, Who shall ascend the heavenly place, And stand upon the mount of God, And see his Maker face to face? The man whose hands and heart are clean That blessèd portion shall receive; Whoe’er by grace is saved from sin, Hereafter shall in glory live. He shall obtain the starry crown; And, numbered with the saints above, The God of his salvation own, The God of his salvation love.

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• [Mzm 24:1] Earth, With All That Dwell Therein, The

  The earth, with all that dwell therein, With all its wealth untold, Belongs to God, who founded it Upon the seas of old. What man shall stand before the Lord On Zion’s holy hill? The clean of hand, the pure of heart, The just who does His will. Lo, such are they that seek for God And blest by Him they live To them His perfect righteousness The God of grace will give. Who is this glorious King that comes? To claim His sovereign right? It is the Lord omnipotent All conquering in His might. Ye everlasting doors, give way, Lift up your heads, ye gates! For now, behold, to enter in The King of Glory waits. Who is this glorious King that comes To claim His rightful throne? The Lord of Hosts, He is the King Of glory, God alone.

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• [Mzm 24:1] This Spacious Earth Is All The Lord’s

  This spacious earth is all the Lord’s, And men, and worms, and beasts, and birds: He raised the building on the seas, And gave it for their dwelling place. But there’s a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky: Who shall ascend that blest abode, And dwell so near his Maker God? He that abhors and fears to sin, Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean, Him shall the Lord the Savior bless, And clothe his soul with righteousness. These are the men, the pious race, That seek the God of Jacob’s face: These shall enjoy the blissful sight, And dwell in everlasting light. Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, Behold the King of glory nigh! Who can this King of glory be? The mighty Lord, the Savior’s He. Ye heav’nly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord the Savior way: Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The Conqueror comes with God to dwell. Raised from the dead, He goes before; He opens Heav’n’s eternal door, To give His saints a blest abode, Near their Redeemer and their God.

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Mazmur 66:1

• [Mzm 66:1] All Lands, To God In Joyful Sounds

  All lands, to God in joyful sounds Aloft your voices raise; Sing forth the honor of His Name, And glorious make His praise, And glorious make His praise. Say ye to God, how terrible In all Thy works art Thou! To Thee Thy foes by Thy great power Shall be constrained to bow, Shall be constrained to bow. Yea, all the earth shall worship Thee, And unto Thee shall sing; To Thy great Name shall songs of joy With loud hosannas ring, With loud hosannas ring. O come, behold the works of God, His mighty doings see; In dealing with the sons of men Most wonderful is He, Most wonderful is He. He led in safety through the flood The people of His choice, He turned the sea to solid ground; In Him let us rejoice, In Him let us rejoice. He rules forever by His might, His eyes the nations try; Let not the proud, rebellious ones Exalt themselves on high, Exalt themselves on high.

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• [Mzm 66:1] Joyfully Sing

  Sing with a tuneful song, sing and adore Jesus the Holy One, King evermore; He is the desert Rock, there we may hide, Under His mighty shade safe we abide. Refrain Joyfully sing, joyfully sing, Joyfully sing, joyfully sing, Joyfully sing, joyfully sing, Light of eternity, Honor and praise to Thee, Now and forever be, Jesus our King. Sing with a grateful heart, hallow His Name, All He has done for us, gladly proclaim; Tell how each promise sweet cheers us along, Praise we the Lord of lords, Fountain of song. Refrain Sing with a trusting heart, looking away Up to the brighter land, brighter than day; Sing with a glowing heart filled with His love, Sing till our happy souls anchor above. Refrain

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• [Mzm 66:1] O All Ye Peoples, Bless Our God

  O all ye peoples, bless our God, Aloud proclaim His praise, Who safely holds our souls in life, And steadfast makes our ways. Thou, Lord, hast proved and tested us As silver tried by fire; Thy hand has made our burden great And thwarted our desire. Through pain and trouble Thou hast led, And humbled all our pride; But, in the end, to liberty And wealth Thy hand did guide. Here in Thy house I give to Thee The life that Thou dost bless, And pay the solemn vows I made When I was in distress. Come, ye that fear the Lord, and hear What He has done for me; My cry for help is turned to praise, For He has set me free. If in my heart I sin regard, My prayer He will not hear; But truly God has heard my voice, My prayer has reached His ear. O let the Lord, our gracious God, Forever blessèd be, Who has not turned my prayer from Him, Nor yet His grace from me. O all ye peoples, bless our God, Aloud proclaim His praise, Who safely holds our souls in life, And steadfast makes our ways.

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Mazmur 73:1

• [Mzm 73:1] O God, How Good Thou Art

  O God, how good Thou art To all the pure of heart, Though life seems vain. Burdened with anxious care, I groped in dark despair, Till in Thy house of prayer, All was made plain. Ever, O Lord, with Thee, All shall be well with me, Held by Thy hand. And Thou wilt guide my feet By Thine own counsel sweet, Till I, for glory meet, In glory stand. In earth or Heaven above Who is there that I love Compared with Thee? My heart may faint with fears, But God my strength appears, And will to endless years My portion be. O it is good that I May still to God draw nigh, As oft before. The Lord Jehovah blessed, My refuge and my rest, Shall be in praised confessed Forevermore.

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Mazmur 87:1

• [Mzm 87:1] Zion, Founded On The Mountains

  Zion, founded on the mountains, God, thy Maker, loves thee well; He has chosen thee, most precious, He delights in thee to dwell; God’s own city, God’s own city, God’s own city, who can all thy glory tell? Heathen lands and hostile peoples Soon shall come the Lord to know; Nations born again in Zion Shall the Lord’s salvation show; God Almighty, God Almighty, God Almighty, shall on Zion strength bestow. When the Lord shall count the nations, Sons and daughters He shall see, Born to endless life in Zion, And their joyful song shall be: “Blessèd Zion, blessèd Zion, Blessèd Zion, all our fountains are in thee.”

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Mazmur 101:1

• [Mzm 101:1] Of Mercy And Of Justice

  Of mercy and of justice My thankful song shall be; O Lord, in joyful praises My song shall rise to Thee. Within my house I purpose To walk in wisdom’s way; O Lord, I need Thy presence; How long wilt Thou delay? On what is base and evil I will not set my heart; Transgressor’s ways abhorring, With them I take no part. No froward man or evil Shall my companion be; I will not suffer slander Or pride or treachery. The faithful and the upright Shall minister to me; The lying and deceitful My favor shall not see. I will in daily judgment All wickedness reward, And cleanse from evildoers The city of the Lord.

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• [Mzm 101:1] To God The Anthem Raising

  To God the anthem raising, Sing, Christians, great and small; Sing out, His goodness praising, Oh, thank Him, one and all! Behold how God this year, Which now is safely ended, Hath in His love befriended His children far and near. Let us consider rightly His mercies manifold, And let us not think lightly Of all His gifts untold. Let thankfulness recall How God this year hath led us, How He hath clothed and fed us, The great ones and the small. To church and state He granted His peace in every place, His vineyard He hath planted Among us by His grace, His ever bounteous hand Prosperity hath given And want and famine driven From this our native land. His Father heart is yearning To take us for His own When, our transgressions mourning, We trust in Christ alone; When in His Name we pray And humbly make confession, He pardons our transgression And is our faithful Stay. Our God hath well defended, Hath kept us through His grace; But if He had contended With us our sins to trace And given us our meed, We all would then be lying In sin and sorrow, dying, Each one for his misdeed. O Father dear in Heaven, For all Thy gifts of love Which Thou to us hast given We lift our thanks above. In Jesus’ Name we here, To Thee our prayers addressing, Still ask Thee for Thy blessing: Grant us a joyful year.

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Mazmur 109:1

• [Mzm 109:1] O God, Whom I Delight To Praise

  O God, whom I delight to praise, To Thee my cry for help I raise; Be Thou my Friend and Advocate When foes assail with bitter hate. Against me slanderous words are flung From many a false and lying tongue; Without a cause men hurl at me The shafts of deadly enmity. My good with evil they repay, My love turns not their hate away; The part of vengeance, Lord, is Thine; To pray, and only pray, is mine. Since love appeals to him in vain, The slave of sin let him remain; Against him let his foe be turned, His sin be judged, his prayer be spurned. Let sudden death upon him break, His office let another take, His children and his widowed wife Pursue the homeless beggar’s life. Let creditors consume his toil And strangers make his wealth their spoil; Let none in pity heed his claim; Cut off his race, blot out his name. His parents’ sins be not forgot Till Thou from earth his memory blot, Since he remembered not to show Compassion to the sons of woe. He cursing loved and blessing loathed: Unblest, with cursing he is clothed; For thus the justice of the Lord My adversaries will reward. O God, the Lord, for Thy Name’s sake Let me of Thy good grace partake; My need is great, and great Thou art To heal my wounded, stricken heart. With failing strength I fast and pine, Like shadows swift my days decline, And when my foes my weakness see They shake their head in scorn at me. O Lord, my God, Thy help I crave, In Thy great lovingkindness save; Before my foes Thy mercy show; That Thou dost help me, make them know. What though they curse, if Thou wilt bless? Then joy shall banish my distress, And shame shall overwhelm the foes Who would Thy servant’s way oppose. Thanksgiving to the Lord I raise, The multitude shall hear my praise, For by the needy God will stand To save them from oppression’s hand.

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Mazmur 5:1

• [Mzm 5:1] Hear My Words, O Gracious Lord

  Hear my words, O gracious Lord, To my thoughts attentive be; Hear my cry, my King, my God, I will make my prayer to Thee. With the morning light, O Lord, Thou shalt hear my voice arise, And expectant I will bring Prayer as morning sacrifice. Thou art holy, O my God, Thou delightest not in sin; Evil shall not dwell with Thee, Nor the proud Thy favor win. In the fullness of Thy grace To Thy house I will repair; Bowing toward Thy holy place, Lost in love I worship there.

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• [Mzm 5:1] O Jehovah, Hear My Words

  O Jehovah, hear my words, To my thoughts attentive be; Hear my cry, my King, my God, I will make my prayer to Thee. With the morning light, O Lord, Thou shalt hear my voice arise, And expectant I shall bring Prayer as morning sacrifice. Thou, Jehovah, art a God Who delightest not in sin; Evil shall not dwell with Thee, Nor the proud Thy favor win. Evil doers Thou dost hate, Lying tongues Thou wilt defeat, God abhors the man who loves Violence and base deceit. In the fullness of Thy grace To Thy house I will repair; Bowing toward Thy holy place, In Thy fear to worship there. Lead me in Thy righteousness, Let my foes assail in vain; Lest my feet be turned aside, Make Thy way before me plain. False and faithless are my foes, In their mouth no truth is found; Deadly are the words they speak, All their thoughts with sin abound. Bring, O God, their plans to naught, Hold them guilty in Thy sight, For against Thee and Thy law They have set themselves to fight. O let all that trust Thy care Ever glad and joyful be; Let them joy who love Thy Name, Safely guarded, Lord, by Thee. For a blessing from Thy store To the righteous Thou wilt yield; Thou wilt compass him about With Thy favor as a shield.

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• [Mzm 5:1] ’tis Jesus

  I know of a world that is sunk in shame, Where hearts oft faint and tire; But I know of a Name, a precious Name, That can set that world on fire; Its sound is sweet, its letters flame. Refrain I know of a Name, a precious Name, ’Tis Jesus. I know of a Book a marvelous Book, With a message for all who hear; And the same dear Name, His wonderful Name, Illumines its pages clear; The Book is His Word, its message I’ve heard. Refrain I know of a home in Immanuel’s land, Where hearts ne’er faint nor tire; And His marvelous Name, His own dear Name, Inspires the heav’nly choir; Hear the melody ringing, my own heart singing. Refrain

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Mazmur 9:1

• [Mzm 9:1] O Lord Most High

  O Lord most high, with all my heart Thy wondrous works I will proclaim; I will be glad and give Thee thanks And sing the praises of Thy Name. The Lord, the everlasting King, Is seated on His judgment throne; The righteous Judge of all the world Will make His perfect justice known. Jehovah will a refuge prove, A refuge strong for all oppressed, A safe retreat, where weary souls In troublous times may surely rest. All they, O Lord, that know Thy Name Their confidence in Thee will place, For Thou hast ne’er forsaken them Who earnestly have sought Thy face. Sing praises to the Lord most high; To Him Who doth in Zion dwell; Declare His mighty deeds abroad, His deeds among the nations tell.

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• [Mzm 9:1] Whole-hearted Thanksgiving To Thee I Will

  Whole-hearted thanksgiving to Thee I will bring In praise of Thy marvelous deeds I will sing; In Thee I will joy and exultingly cry, Thy Name I will praise, O Jehovah, Most High. Refrain Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, let the earth hear His voice! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, let the people rejoice! O come to Jehovah, declare ye His fame, And give Him all honor, for just is His Name. My enemies turn and are scattered in fear, They stumble and perish because Thou art near; For Thou hast defended my right and my cause, Thou sittest in judgment, upholding Thy laws. Refrain Rebuked are the nations, the wicked destroyed; Their memory perished, their dwelling place void; Enthroned and eternal, Jehovah shall reign, The peoples to judge and the right to maintain. Refrain Thou, Lord, art a Refuge for all the oppressed, All trust Thee who know Thee, and trusting are blest; For never, O Lord, did Thy mercy forsake The soul that has sought of Thy grace to partake. Refrain Give praise to Jehovah, the mighty deeds tell Of Him Who has chosen in Zion to dwell, Of Him to Whom justice and vengeance belong, Who visits the lowly and overthrows wrong. Refrain Behold my affliction, Thy mercy accord, And back from death’s portals restore me, O Lord, That I in the gates of Thy Zion may raise My song of salvation and show forth Thy praise. Refrain The sins of the nations their ruin have wrought, Their own evildoing destruction has brought; In this the Lord’s justice eternally stands, That sinners are snared in the work of their hands. Refrain The wicked shall perish, the nations shall fall, Forgetting their God, who is God over all; But God will remember the prayer of the weak, Most surely fulfilling the hope of the meek. Refrain Arise in Thy justice, O Lord, and Thy might, No longer let sinners prevail in Thy sight; Great Judge of the of the nations, in judgment appear To humble the proud and to teach them Thy fear. Refrain

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• [Mzm 9:1] With My Whole Heart I’ll Raise My Song

  With my whole heart I’ll raise my song, Thy wonders I’ll proclaim; Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong, Wilt put my foes to shame. I’ll sing Thy majesty and grace; My God prepares His throne To judge the world in righteousness, And make His vengeance known. Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor oppressed; To save the people of His love, And give the weary rest. The men that know Thy Name will trust In Thy abundant grace; For Thou hast ne’er forsook the just, Who humbly seek Thy face. Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion’s hill, Who executes His threatening word, And doth His grace fulfill.

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Mazmur 15:1

• [Mzm 15:1] Lord, Who Shall Come To Thee

  Lord, who shall come to Thee, And stand before Thy face? Who shall abide, a welcome guest, Within Thy holy place? The man of upright life, Sincere in word and deed, Who slanders neither friend nor foe, Nor idle tales will heed. Who honors godly men, But scorns the false and vile, Who keeps his promised word to all, Though loss be his the while. Who loves not usury, Nor takes a base reward; Unmoved forever he shall be, And stand before the Lord.

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• [Mzm 15:1] Who, O Lord, With Thee Abiding

  Who, O Lord, with Thee abiding, In Thy House shall be Thy guest? Who, his feet to Zion turning, In Thy holy hill shall rest? He that ever walks uprightly, Does the right without a fear, When he speaks, he speaks not lightly, But with truth and love sincere. He that slanders not his brother, Does not evil to a friend; To reproaches of another He refuses to attend. Wicked men win not his favor, But the good who fear the Lord; From his vow he will not waver, Though it bring him sad reward. Freely to the needy lending, No excess he asks again; And the innocent befriending, He desires not praise of men. Doing this, and evil spurning, He shall nevermore be moved; This the man with Thee sojourning, This the man by Thee approved.

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• [Mzm 15:1] Who Shall Ascend Thy Heav’nly Place?

  Who shall ascend Thy heav’nly place, Great God, and dwell before Thy face? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below. Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbor wrong. Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vents it to his neighbor’s hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honored in his eyes. Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good; Nor dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears. He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold; While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door. He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face And doth to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them. Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone: This is the man Thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with Thee.

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• [Mzm 15:1] Who Shall Inhabit In Thy Hill?

  Who shall inhabit in Thy hill, O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near His throne of grace? The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands; That trusts his Maker’s promises, And follows His commands. He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbor wrong. The wealthy sinner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord; And though to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never gripe the poor: This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his Heav’n secure.

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• [Mzm 15:1] Why Doth The Lord Stand Off So Far?

  Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal His face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and Thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still Thy saints devour? They put Thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. Arise, O God, lift up Thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, “The God of Heav’n will ne’er engage To fight on Zion’s side?” But Thou forever art our Lord; And powerful is Thine hand, As when the heathens felt Thy sword, And perished from Thy land. Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause Thine ear to hear; He hearkens what His children say, And puts the world in fear. Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust.

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Mazmur 19:1

• [Mzm 19:1] All Nature’s Works His Praise Declare

  All nature’s works His praise declare, to Whom they all belong; There is a voice in every star, in every breeze a song. Sweet music fills the world abroad with strains of love and power; The stormy sea sings praise to God, the thunder and the shower. To God the tribes of ocean cry, and birds upon the wing; To God the powers that dwell on high their tuneful tribute bring. Like them, let us the throne surround, with them loud chorus raise, While instruments of loftier sound assist our feeble praise. Great God, to Thee we consecrate our voices and our skill; We bid the pealing organ wait to speak alone Thy will. Lord, while the music round us floats may earth born passions die; O grant its rich and swelling notes may lift our souls on high!

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• [Mzm 19:1] All Things Praise Thee

  All things praise Thee, Lord most high, Heav’n and earth and sea and sky, All were for Thy glory made, That Thy greatness thus displayed Should all worship bring to Thee; All things praise Thee—Lord, may we! All things praise Thee—night to night Sings in silent hymns of light; All things praise Thee—day to day Chants Thy power in burning ray; Time and space are praising Thee, All things praise Thee—Lord, may we! All things praise Thee—high and low, Rain and dew and sparkling snow, Crimson sunset, fleecy cloud, Rippling stream, and tempest loud; Summer, winter, all to Thee Glory render—Lord, may we! All things praise Thee—Heav’n’s high shrine Rings with melody divine; Lowly bending at Thy feet, Seraph and archangel meet; This their highest bliss, to be Ever praising—Lord, may we! All things praise Thee—gracious Lord, Great Creator, powerful Word, Omnipresent Spirit, now At Thy feet we humbly bow; Lift our hearts in praise to Thee; All things praise Thee—Lord, may we!

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• [Mzm 19:1] Angels Holy, High And Lowly

  Angels holy, high and lowly, Sing the praises of the Lord! Earth and sky, all living nature, Man the stamp of thy Creator, Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord! Sun and moon bright, night and moonlight, Starry temples azure-floored, Cloud and rain, and wild winds’ madness, Sons of God that shout for gladness, Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord! Ocean hoary, tell His glory, Cliffs, where tumbling seas have roared, Pulse of waters, blithely beating, Wave advancing, wave retreating, Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord! Rock and highland, wood and island, Crag where eagle’s pride hath soared; Mighty mountains, purple breasted, Peaks cloud-cleaving, snowy crested, Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord! Rolling river, praise Him ever, From the mountain’s deep vein poured; Silver fountain, clearly gushing, Troubled torrent, madly rushing, Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord! Praise Him ever, bounteous Giver! Praise Him, Father, Friend and Lord! Each glad soul its free course winging, Each blithe voice its free song singing, Praise the great and mighty Lord!

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• [Mzm 19:1] Behold, The Lofty Sky

  Behold, the lofty sky Declares its Maker God. And all His starry works on high Proclaim His power abroad. The darkness and the light Still keep their course the same; While night to day, and day to night, Divinely teach His Name. In every different land, Their general voice is known; They show the wonders of His Hand, And orders of His throne. Ye Christian hearts, rejoice, [originally, Ye British lands, rejoice] Here He reveals His Word; We are not left to nature’s voice To bid us know the Lord. His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes; He puts His Gospel in our hands, Where our salvation lies. His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit, His promises for ever sure And His rewards are great. Not honey to the taste Affords so much delight, Nor gold that has the furnace passed So much allures the sight. While of Thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my King In my Redeemer’s Name.

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• [Mzm 19:1] Duteous Day Now Closeth, The

  The duteous day now closeth, Each flower and tree reposeth, Shade creeps o’er wild and wood: Let us, as night is falling, On God our Maker calling, Give thanks to Him, the Giver good. Now all the heav’nly splendor Breaks forth in starlight tender From myriad worlds unknown; And man, the marvel seeing, Forgets his selfish being, For joy of beauty not his own. His care he drowneth yonder, Lost in the abyss of wonder; To Heav’n his soul doth steal: This life he disesteemeth, The day it is that dreameth, That doth from truth his vision seal. Awhile his mortal blindness May miss God’s lovingkindness, And grope in faithless strife: But when life’s day is over Shall death’s fair night discover The fields of everlasting life.

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• [Mzm 19:1] Father, How Wide Thy Glories Shine

  Father, how wide Thy glories shine! How high Thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousand through the skies. Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power, Their motions speak Thy skill, And on the wings of every hour We read Thy patience still. But when we view Thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Our souls are filled with awe divine To see what God performs. Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe; We love and we adore; The first archangel never saw So much of God before. Part of Thy Name divinely stands On all Thy creatures writ; They show the labor of Thy hands, Or impress of Thy feet. When sinners break the Father’s laws, The dying Son atones; O the dear mysteries of His cross, The triumph of his groans. Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace. Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains; Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel’s Name, And try their choicest strains. O may I bear some humble part In that immortal song! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue.

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• [Mzm 19:1] For The Deep Love That Kept Us

  For the deep love that kept us through the night, And gave our senses to sleep’s gentle sway; For this new wonder of morning’s dawning light, Flushing the east with prophecies of day, We thank Thee, O our God. For the fresh life that through our being flows, With its full tide to enrich and to bless; For calm, sweet thoughts, upspringing from repose, To bear to Thee our song of thankfulness, We praise Thee, O our God. Day utters speech to day, and night to night Tells of Thy glory and power. So would we Thy children, duly, with morning’s golden light, Or still at eve, upon the bended knee, Adore Thee, O our God. Thou knowest our needs, Thy fullness will supply; Our blindness, Thy hand will still lead us on; Till we shall see the Dayspring from on high, Our prayer, one only, “Let Thy will be done,” We breathe to Thee, O God.

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• [Mzm 19:1] God Is The Name My Soul Adores

  God is the Name my soul adores, The almighty Three, the eternal One; Nature and grace, with all their powers, Confess the Infinite Unknown. Thy voice produced the sea and spheres, Bade the waves roar, the planets shine; But nothing like Thyself appears Through all these spacious works of Thine. Still restless nature dies and grows; From change to change the creatures run: Thy being no succession knows, And all Thy vast designs are one. A glance of Thine runs through the globe, Rules the bright worlds, and moves their frame; Of light Thou form’st Thy dazzling robe; Thy ministers are living flame. How shall polluted mortals dare To sing Thy glory or Thy grace? Beneath Thy feet we lie afar, And see but shadows of Thy face. Who can behold the blazing light? Who can approach the consuming flame? None but Thy wisdom knows Thy might None but Thy Word can speak Thy Name.

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• [Mzm 19:1] God Of Nature And Of Grace, The

  The God of nature and of grace In all His works appears; His goodness through the earth we trace, His grandeur in the spheres. Behold this fair and fertile globe, By Him in wisdom planned: ’Twas He Who girded, like a robe, The ocean round the land. Lift to the firmament your eye; Thither His path pursue; His glory, boundless in the sky, O’erwhelms the wondering view. He bows the heavens—the mountains stand A highway for their God; He walks amidst the desert land; ’Tis Eden where He trod. The forests in His strength rejoice; Hark! on the evening breeze, As once of old, the Lord God’s voice Is heard among the trees. In every stream His bounty flows, Diffusing joy and wealth; In every breeze His Spirit blows, The breath of life and health. His blessings fall in plenteous showers Upon the lap of earth, That teems with foliage, fruits and flowers, And rings with infant mirth. If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful, beyond compare, Will Paradise be found!

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• [Mzm 19:1] Great God, The Heav’ns’ Well Ordered Frame

  Great God, the heav’ns’ well ordered frame Declares the glories of Thy Name: There Thy rich works of wonder shine; A thousand starry beauties there A thousand radiant marks appear Of boundless power and skill divine. From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light Lectures of heav’nly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator’s praise, And neither sound nor language need. Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journeys of the sun, And every nation knows their voice: The sun, like some young bridegroom dressed Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. Where’er he spreads his beams abroad He smiles and speaks his Maker God; All nature joins to show Thy praise: Thus God in every creature shines; Fair is the book of nature’s lines, But fairer is Thy book of grace.

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• [Mzm 19:1] Heaven And Earth, And Sea And Air

  Heaven and earth, and sea and air, All their Maker’s praise declare; Wake, my soul, awake and sing: Now thy grateful praises bring. See the glorious orb of day Breaking through the clouds his way; Moon and stars with silvery light Praise Him through the silent night. See how He hath everywhere Made this earth so rich and fair; Hill and vale and fruitful land, All things living, show His hand. Lord, great wonders workest Thou! To Thy sway all creatures bow; Write Thou deeply in my heart What I am, and what Thou art.

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• [Mzm 19:1] Heavens Declare Thy Glory, The (watts)

  The heav’ns declare Thy glory, Lord, In every star Thy wisdom shines But when our eyes behold Thy Word, We read Thy Name in fairer lines. The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days, Thy power confess But the blest volume Thou hast writ Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace. Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand: So when Thy truth begun its race, It touched and glanced on every land. Nor shall Thy spreading Gospel rest Till through the world Thy truth has run, Till Christ has all the nations blest That see the light or feel the sun. Great Sun of Righteousness, arise, Bless the dark world with heav’nly light; Thy Gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right. Thy noblest wonders here we view In souls renewed and sins forgiv’n; Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make Thy Word my guide to Heaven.

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• [Mzm 19:1] Heavens Declare Thy Glory, The (birks)

  The heavens declare Thy glory, The firmament Thy power; Day unto day the story Repeats from hour to hour; Night unto night replying, Proclaims in every land, O Lord, with voice undying, The wonders of Thy hand. The sun with royal splendor Goes forth to chant Thy praise; And moonbeams soft and tender Their gentler anthem raise; O’er every tribe and nation That music strange is poured, The song of all creation, To Thee, creation’s Lord. How perfect, just, and holy The precepts Thou hast given; Still making wise the lowly, They lift the thoughts to heaven; How pure, how soul restoring Thy Gospel’s heavenly ray, A brighter radiance pouring Than noon of brightest day. All heaven on high rejoices To do its Maker’s will; The stars with solemn voices Resound Thy praises still; So let my whole behavior, Thoughts, words, and actions be, O Lord, my Strength, my Savior, One ceaseless song to Thee.

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• [Mzm 19:1] Heav’ns Resoundeth, The

  The heav’ns resound with His praises eternal, In might and glory they combine, To tell His Name through earth and the oceans That man may hear the word divine. He holds all the suns in the blue vaulted heavens, He plants His foot upon the world. The myriad stars bow in willing subjection, The universe His hand unfurled, The universe His hand unfurled.
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• [Mzm 19:1] How Marvelous God’s Greatness

  How marvelous God’s greatness, how glorious His might! To this the world bears witness in wonders day and night. In form of flower and snowflake, in morn’s resplendent birth, In afterglow at even, in sky and sea and earth. Each tiny floweret whispers the great life-giver’s Name; The mighty mountain masses His majesty proclaim; The hollow vales are hymning God’s shelter for His own; The snow-capped peaks are pointing to God’s almighty throne. The ocean’s vast abysses in one grand psalm record The deep mysterious counsels and mercies of the Lord; The icy waves of winter are thundering on the strand, E’en grief’s chill stream is guided by God’s all-gracious hand. The starry hosts are singing through all the light-strewn sky Of God’s majestic temple and palace courts on high; When in these outer chambers such glory gilds the night, What the transcendent brightness of God’s eternal light!

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• [Mzm 19:1] Hymn To A Gracious Sovereign

  O God the deep immutable, the changeless, wise and still, You’re the absolute, eternal One; You wield the sovereign will. Deep Heav’n itself and even time must bend beneath your sway. With a whispered thought you banish night in a flash of blinding day. The seas are boundaried by your word; great mountains heed your call. Majestic swirls of galaxies adorn your royal hall. The centuries are lumps of clay shaped by your strength and skill. You mold the long millennia to the dictates of your will. The boundless, black-robed skies proclaim your vast, astonishing might: Their flaming jewels rejoice for you in silent shouts of light. With sure and sovereign strokes your hands finger the cosmic strings, And play celestial symphonies as all creation sings. And silent now, the angels stare; stunned seraphs blush, amazed; Great Michael sheaths the sword that at the Gate of Eden blazed. Mighty Gabriel sets his trump aside, and listens to his Lord, As Love incomprehensible enfleshes the Living Word. Now space and time have cracked before the size of this event: The Godhead shudders as the glorious Son to Hell is sent. Though Very God of Very God, He counts it all but loss, And comes and suffers as a man, from the manger to the Cross.

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• [Mzm 19:1] In Righteous Glory Reigning

  In righteous glory reigning, our God sits high enthroned, His right and truth maintaining, His justice making known. He stands above Time’s river, the worlds within His view, His right hand will deliver to every man his due. Before His bar no pleading excuses any flaw; But wickedness exceeding ignites the flames of Law. ’Mid Sinai’s sounding thunder the verdict has been read: All men, in awestruck wonder, fall down before Him, dead. Such wrath, beyond all telling! Can it be turned aside? Is there a strong, safe dwelling where Hell can be denied? Can holy, perfect righteousness forgive and reconcile? Can God, though angered, still bless the wicked and the vile? Yes, yes, my soul has found out! There is a mercy sure! A sovereign grace to sound out—a love both true and pure! The flesh of God is given to meet the Law’s demands, And now I am forgiven, while Christ in Heaven stands! With that propitiation, God and His saints embrace! That perfect expiation has saved His chosen race! Now mercy kisses justice; now Truth and Love join hands, Now Him in Whom our trust is: The Christ, our surety stands!

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• [Mzm 19:1] Nature With Open Volume Stands

  Nature with open volume stands, To spread her Maker’s praise abroad; And every labor of His hands Shows something worthy of a God. But in the grace that rescued man His brightest form of glory shines; Here, on the cross, ’tis fairest drawn, In precious blood and crimson lines. Here His whole Name appears complete; Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove, Which of the letters best is writ, The power, the wisdom, or the love. Here I behold His inmost heart, Where grace and vengeance strangely join, Piercing His Son with sharpest smart, To make the purchased pleasure mine. O! the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God the Savior loved and died Her noblest life my spirit draws From His dear wounds and bleeding side. I would forever speak His Name, In sounds to mortal ears unknown; With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at His Father’s throne.

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• [Mzm 19:1] O God, I Thank Thee For Each Sight

  O God, I thank Thee for each sight Of beauty that Thy hand doth give; For sunny skies and air and light; O God, I thank Thee that I live. That life I consecrate to Thee, And ever as the day is born, On wings of joy my soul would flee, And thank Thee for another morn. Another day to which to cast Some silent deed of love abroad, That, greatening as it journeys past, May do some earnest work for God. Another day to do, to dare, To use anew my growing strength, To arm my soul with faith and prayer, And so reach heaven and Thee at last.

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• [Mzm 19:1] Sky Can Still Remember, The

  The sky can still remember the earliest Christmas morn, When in the cold December the Savior Christ was born. No star unfolds its glory, no trumpet wind is blown, But tells the Christmas story in music of its own. O never failing splendor! O never silent song! Still keep the green earth tender, still keep the gray earth strong, Still keep the brave earth dreaming of deeds that shall be done, While children’s lives come streaming like sunbeams from the sun. O angels sweet and splendid, throng in our hearts and sing The wonders which attended the coming of the King; Till we too, boldly pressing where once the shepherds trod, Climb Bethlehem’s Hill of Blessing, and find the Son of God.

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• [Mzm 19:1] Spacious Firmament On High, The

  The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame Their great Original proclaim. Th’unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator’s powers display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty Hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice nor sound Amid the radiant orbs be found? In reason’s ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing as they shine, “The hand that made us is divine.”

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• [Mzm 19:1] There Is A Book That All May Read

  There is a Book that all may read, [or There is a Book, who runs may read,] Which heav’nly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that Book, to show How God Himself is found. The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Maker’s love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. The moon above, the Church below, A wondrous race they run; But each their radiance, all their glow, Each borrows of its Sun. The Savior lends the light and heat That crown His holy hill; The saints, like stars, around His seat Perform their courses still. The saints above are stars in Heaven— What are the saints on earth? Like trees they stand whom God has given Our Eden’s happy birth. Faith is their fixed, unswerving root, Hope their unfading flower, Fair deeds of charity their fruit, The glory of their bower. The dew of Heav’n is like Thy grace, It steals in silence down; But where it lights, the favored place By richest fruits is known. One Name, above all glorious names, With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs. The raging fire, the roaring wind, Thy boundless power display, But in the gentler breeze we find The Spirit’s viewless way. Two worlds are ours: ’tis only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the sea and sky. Thou, who hast giv’n me eyes to see, And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere.

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• [Mzm 19:1] There Seems A Voice In Every Gale

  There seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every flower, Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale Of Thy almighty power. The birds, that rise on quivering wing, Proclaim their Maker’s praise, And all the mingling sounds of spring To Thee an anthem raise. Shall I be mute, great God, alone ’Midst nature’s loud acclaim? Shall not my heart, with answering tone, Breathe forth Thy holy Name? All nature’s debt is small to mine; Nature shall cease to be; Thou gavest proof of love divine, Immortal life to me.

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• [Mzm 19:1] To God, The Universal King

  To God, the universal King, Let all mankind their tribute bring; All that have breath! your voices raise, In songs of never ending praise. The spacious earth on which we tread, And wider heavens stretched o’er our head, A large and solemn temple frame, To celebrate its Builder’s fame. Here the bright sun, that rules the day, As through the sky he makes his way, To all the world proclaims aloud The boundless sovereignty of God. When from his courts the sun retires, And with the day his voice expires, The moon and stars adopt the song, And through the night the praise prolong. The listening earth with rapture hears Th’harmonious music of the spheres; And all her tribes the notes repeat, That God is wise, and good and great. But man, endowed with nobler powers, His God in nobler strains adores; His is the gift to know the song, As well as sing with tuneful tongue.

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Mazmur 20:1

• [Mzm 20:1] Dread Jehovah, God Of Nations

  Dread Jehovah, God of nations, From Thy temple in the skies, Hear Thy people’s supplications, Now for their deliverance rise. Lo, with deep contritions turning, Humbly at Thy feet we bend; Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning; Hear us, spare us, and defend. Though our sins, our hearts confounding, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding, Jesus’ blood can cleanse from all. Let that love veil our transgressions, Let that blood our guilt efface: Save Thy people from oppression, Save from spoil Thy holy place.

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• [Mzm 20:1] Now May The God Of Power And Grace

  Now may the God of power and grace Attend His people’s humble cry! Jehovah hears when Israel prays, And brings deliverance from on high. The Name of Jacob’s God defends Better than shields or brazen walls; He from His sanctuary sends Succor and strength, when Zion calls. Well He remembers our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts; His love accepts the sacrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. In His salvation is our hope, And in the Name of Israel’s God, Our troops shall lift their banners up Our navies spread their flags abroad. Some trust in horses trained for war, And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are From Thee, the Lord of heav’nly hosts. O may the memory of Thy Name Inspire our armies for the fight! Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight. Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear; Now let our hopes be firm and strong Till the salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song.

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Mazmur 21:1

• [Mzm 21:1] David Rejoiced In God His Strength

  David rejoiced in God his strength, Raised to the throne by special grace; But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfills the triumph and the praise. How great is the Messiah’s joy In the salvation of Thy hand! Lord, Thou hast raised His kingdom high, And giv’n the world to His command. Thy goodness grants whate’er He will, Nor doth the least request withhold; Blessings of love prevent Him still, And crowns of glory, not of gold. Honor and majesty divine Around His sacred temples shine; Blessed with the favor of Thy face, And length of everlasting days. Thine hand shall find out all His foes; And as a fiery oven glows With raging heat and living coals, So shall Thy wrath devour their souls.

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• [Mzm 21:1] Now The King In Thy Strength Shall Be Joyful

  Now the king in Thy strength shall be joyful, O Lord, Thy salvation shall make him rejoice; For the wish of his heart Thou didst freely accord, The request of his suppliant voice. All the blessings of goodness Thou freely didst give; With the purest of gold he is crowned; When he asked of Thee life, Thou hast made Him to live While the ages shall circle around. Through salvation from Thee has his fame spread abroad Thou didst glory and honor impart; Thou hast made him most blessèd forever, O God, And Thy presence has gladdened his heart. For the king in the strength of Jehovah most high Did unwavering confidence place; On the Name of Jehovah he still will rely, And shall stand evermore in His grace. By the hand of Thy might and the dread of Thy Name All Thy foes Thou wilt burn in Thy fire; Thou wilt swallow them up in the vengeance of flame, And their race shall succumb to Thine ire. Thou they plotted their schemes against Thee and Thy might, In their purpose they cannot succeed; Thou wilt certainly make them turn backward in flight, For Thine arrows are ready to speed. Be Thou then high exalted, Jehovah our God, And arise in the weight of Thy might; We shall sing of Thy strength and omnipotent rod; In Thy praises shall be our delight.

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Mazmur 29:1

• [Mzm 29:1] Ascribe To The Lord Our God

  Ascribe to the Lord our God, Ascribe to Him glory, might. Ascribe to the Lord the glory due His Name And worship Him aright. Come worship in the splendor of holiness. The voice of the Lord is heard; The Lord thunders o’er the sea. The voice of the Lord is powerful and strong; God speaks with majesty. We hear Your voice and worship in holiness. God’s voice breaks the cedars tall; He strips all the forests bare. The mountains He shakes; they skip just like a calf. His glory all declare. We hear Your voice and worship in holiness. The voice of the Lord does strike With flashes of lightning bright. The voice of the Lord does shake the desert sands; The deer give birth in fright. We hear Your voice and worship in holiness. The Lord o’er the flood did reign; As King, He’s fore’er enthroned. The Lord gives His people strength for every day; With peace, they’re blessed and crowned. You’ve blessed us, Lord; we worship in holiness.

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• [Mzm 29:1] Now Unto Jehovah, Ye Sons Of The Mighty

  Now unto Jehovah, ye sons of the mighty, All glory and strength and dominion accord; Ascribe to Him glory, and render Him honor. In beauty of holiness, worship the Lord. The voice of Jehovah comes down on the waters; In thunder the God of the glory draws nigh; Lo, over the waves of the wide-flowing waters Jehovah as King is enthronèd on high! The voice of Jehovah is mighty, is mighty; The voice of Jehovah in majesty speaks; The voice of Jehovah the cedars is breaking; Jehovah the cedars of Lebanon breaks. Each one in His temple His glory proclaimeth. He sat on the flood; He is King on His throne. Jehovah all strength to His people imparteth; Jehovah with peace ever blesseth His own.

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Mazmur 31:1

• [Mzm 31:1] In Thee, O Lord, I Put My Trust

  In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust, I call upon Thy Name; O save me in Thy righteousness, Nor let me suffer shame. Bow down Thine ear to my request, And swift deliverance send; Be Thou to me a rock of strength, A fortress to defend. Since Thou my Rock and Fortress art, My Leader be, and Guide; From all temptation rescue me, Thou dost my strength abide. To Thee my spirit I commend; Redemption is with Thee, O Thou Jehovah, God of truth, Who hast delivered me. I hate all those that love the false, My trust is in the Lord; I will be glad, and joyfully Thy mercy will record. For mine affliction Thou hast seen, And known my many woes; Thou hast not let me be enslaved, But freed me from my foes. Show mercy, Lord, to me distressed, And send my soul relief; My life is spent with bitterness, My strength consumed with grief. My life has agèd grown with woe, With sighs my years decay; Mine eye is worn for very grief: I pine and waste away. My foes have made me a reproach, My state my neighbors see; My friends, appalled at mine approach, Turn them about and flee. For I have heard defaming tongues, And marked the terror rife, When all in league deliberate To take away my life. But, Lord, in Thee is all my trust, Thou art my God, I cried; My life, my times are in Thy hand, I in Thy strength abide.

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• [Mzm 31:1] My Heart Rejoices In Thy Name

  My heart rejoices in Thy Name, My God, my help, my trust; Thou hast preserved my face from shame, Mine honor from the dust. “My life is spent with grief,” I cried, “My years consumed in groans, My strength decays, mine eyes are dried, And sorrow wastes my bones.” Among mine enemies my name Was a mere proverb grown, While to my neighbors I became Forgotten and unknown. Slander and fear on every side Seized and beset me round I to the throne of grace applied, And speedy rescue found. How great deliverance Thou hast wrought Before the sons of men! The lying lips to silence brought, And made their boastings vain! Thy children from the strife of tongues Shall Thy pavilion hide; Guard them from infamy and wrongs, And crush the sons of pride. Within Thy secret presence, Lord, Let me forever dwell; No fencèd city, walled and barred, Secures a saint so well.

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Mazmur 38:1

• [Mzm 38:1] Amidst Thy Wrath Remember Love

  Amidst Thy wrath remember love, Restore Thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father’s chastening prove Like an avenger’s sword. Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no rest. My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’atone. My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father’s frown. Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my powers are whole: The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. All my desire to Thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh, and every groan, Is noticed by Thine ear. Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry; My God will bear my spirit up, When Satan bids me die. My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see’t; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet. But I’ll confess my guilt to Thee, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before Thy servant die.

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• [Mzm 38:1] In Thy Wrath And Hot Displeasure

  In Thy wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not Thy servant, Lord; Let Thy mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by Thine indignation, I am troubled by my sin. With my burden of transgression Heavy laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. Weak and wounded, I implore Thee: Lord, to me Thy mercy show; All my prayer is now before Thee, All my trouble Thou dost know. Darkness gathers, foes assail me. But I answer not a word; All my friends desert and fail me, Only Thou my cry hast heard. Lord, in Thee I am confiding; Thou wilt answer when I call, Lest my foes, the good deriding, Triumph in Thy servant’s fall. I am prone to halt and stumble, Grief and sorrow dwell within, Shame and guilt my spirit humble, I am sorry for my sin. Foes about my soul are closing, Full of hatred, false and strong; Choosing good, I find opposing All who love and do the wrong. Lord, my God, do not forsake me, Let me know that Thou art near, Under Thy protection take me, As my Savior now appear.

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Mazmur 40:1

• [Mzm 40:1] Day After Day I Sought The Lord

  Day after day I sought the Lord, And waited patiently; Until He bent down from His throne, And hearkened to my cry. He drew me from the fearful pit, And from the miry clay; He placed my feet upon a rock, And led me in His way. He taught my soul a new-made song, A song of holy praise, All they who see these things, with fear Their hopes to God shall raise. Most blessèd is the man whose hope Upon the Lord relies; Who follows not the proud, nor those That turn aside to lies. O Lord, what wonders hast Thou wrought, All number far above! Thy thoughts to us-ward overflow With mercy, grace, and love. Show forth Thy mercy, gracious Lord; O take it not away! Thy loving kindness and Thy truth, Let them be still my stay. For countless sorrows hem me round; And my iniquities So hold me fast, and drag me down, I cannot raise my eyes. My hairs in number they surpass; Hence is my heart dismayed; Vouchsafe, O Lord, to rescue me! O hasten to my aid. Let those who seek Thee faithfully In peace and joy abide; Let those who love Thy grace still say, “The Lord be magnified.” Poor am I, and in need; yet God Care of my soul doth take. Thou art my help; my Savior Thou; Lord, no long tarrying make.

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• [Mzm 40:1] I Waited For The Lord Most High

  I waited for the Lord most high, And He inclined to hear my cry; He took me from destruction’s pit And from the miry clay; Upon a rock he set my feet, And steadfast made my way. A new and joyful song of praise He taught my thankful heart to raise; And many, seeing me restored, Shall fear the Lord and trust; And blest are they that trust the Lord, The humble and the just. O Lord my God, how manifold Thy wondrous works which I behold, And all Thy loving, gracious thought Thou hast bestowed on man; To count Thy mercies I have sought, But boundless is their span. Not sacrifice delights the Lord, But he who hears and keeps His Word; Thou gavest me to hear Thy will, Thy law is in my heart; I come the Scripture to fulfill, Glad tidings to impart.

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• [Mzm 40:1] I Waited For The Lord My God

  I waited for the Lord my God, Yea, patiently drew near, And He at length inclined to me, My pleading cry to hear. He took me from destruction’s pit, From out the miry clay; He set my feet upon a rock, And steadfast made my way. A new and joyful song of praise My thankful heart He taught, A song of glory to our God For all that He has wrought. And many who behold how good The Lord has been to me Shall learn to fear, and in His Name Their trust shall henceforth be.

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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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Mazmur 47:1

• [Mzm 47:1] All Nations, Clap Your Hands

  All nations, clap your hands, Let shouts of triumph ring, For mighty over all the lands The Lord Most High is King. Above our mighty foes He gave us power to stand, And as our heritage He chose The goodly promised land. With shouts ascends our King, With trumpet’s stirring call; Praise God, praise God, His praises sing, For God is Lord of all. O sing in joyful strains, And make His glory known; God over all the nations reigns, And holy is His throne. Our fathers’ God to own The kings of earth draw nigh, For none can save but God alone, He is the Lord Most High.

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• [Mzm 47:1] Clap Your Hands, Ye People All

  Clap your hands, ye people all, Praise the God on Whom ye call; Lift your voice, and shout His praise, Triumph in His sovereign grace! Glorious is the Lord most High, Terrible in majesty; He His sovereign sway maintains, King o’er all the earth He reigns. Jesus is gone up on high, Takes His seat above the sky: Shout the angel-choirs aloud, Echoing to the trump of God. Sons of earth, the triumph join, Praise Him with the host divine; Emulate the heavenly powers, Their victorious Lord is ours. Shout the God enthroned above, Trumpet forth His conquering love; Praises to our Jesus sing, Praises to our glorious King! Power is all to Jesus given, Power o’er hell, and earth, and Heav’n! Power He now to us imparts; Praise Him with believing hearts. Wonderful in saving power, Him let all our hearts adore; Earth and Heav’n repeat the cry, “Glory be to God most High!”

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• [Mzm 47:1] Hark! The Sounds Of Singing

  Hark! the sounds of singing Coming on the breeze, Notes of triumph winging Over lands and seas. Martial hosts assemble, Flushed with victory, Hell’s battalions tremble And prepare to flee. Refrain Army of salvation! Army of the Lord! Christ our Inspiration Christ our great Reward. Whence have come these legions, Valiant, free and strong? Worldwide are the regions Where they combat wrong. Gathering ’neath our banner While the trumpets blend, Here in fervent manner Let our praise ascend. Refrain Plucked as brands from burning, Saved by Jesus’ might, Earth’s allurement spurning, We for Christ will fight. He Who found and freed us From our captive chain, Surely He will lead us To eternal gain. Refrain Wondrous, wondrous story Of our God-made host, Unto Jesus glory ’Tis in Him we boast. Out of every nation, By His might restored, Army of salvation, Army of the Lord. Refrain

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• [Mzm 47:1] O For A Shout Of Sacred Joy

  O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sov’reign King! Let ev’ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. Jesus our God ascends on high, His heav’nly guards around Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpets’ joyful sound. While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth His honors sing; O’er all the earth He reigns. Rehearse His praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song, Nor mock Him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. In Isr’el stood His ancient throne, He lov’d that chosen race; But now He calls the world His own, And heathens taste His grace. The British islands are the Lord’s, There Abraham’s God is known; While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before His throne.

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• [Mzm 47:1] Rejoice Ye People, Homage Give

  Rejoice, ye people, homage give, To God with voice of triumph sing; He ruleth in dread majesty, The great, the universal King. He putteth nations under us And maketh us triumphant stand; He giveth for our heritage His promised rest, a goodly land. God hath ascended with a shout, Jehovah with the trumpet’s sound; Sing praise to God our King, sing praise, Yes, let His glorious praise abound. Our God is King of all the earth, With thoughtful heart His praise make known; O’er all the nations God doth reign, Exalted on His holy throne. To praise and serve our cov’nant God The princes of the earth draw nigh; All kingly pow’rs belong to Him, He is exalted, God most high.

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• [Mzm 47:1] Shout Of Mighty Triumph, A

  A shout of mighty triumph Through nature’s realm is heard, A shout which calls creation To hail th’Incarnate Word. Away with clouds and darkness! All hail, thrice blessèd morn; Sing out with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! Is this, ye holy shepherds, The mighty newborn King? This Child, so sweet and gentle, Can He such rapture bring? O yes! He comes, the Savior Of sinful earth forlorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! The cruel, cruel foeman This Child shall overthrow; Full soon, the fierce destroyer, His Lord’s stern might shall know: Of all his boasted power Soon to be roughly shorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! But say, sweet virgin mother, The Child upon thy breast, Will He receive young children, And share with them His rest? O yes! He will with glory Both old and young adorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! Rejoice then, youths and maidens, Old men and children, too; Lift up your cheerful voices, With bliss and rapture true! Ring out, ye towers and steeples! Blow, trumpet, pipe and horn! Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born!

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Mazmur 48:1

• [Mzm 48:1] If You Will Only Let God Guide You

  If you will only let God guide you, And hope in Him through all your ways, Whatever comes, He’ll stand beside you, To bear you through the evil days; Who trusts in God’s unchanging love Builds on the Rock that cannot move. Only be still, and wait His leisure In cheerful hope, with heart content To take whatever the Father’s pleasure And all discerning love have sent; Nor doubt our inmost wants are known To Him Who chose us for His own. Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways, But do your part in conscience true; Trust His rich promises of grace, So shall they be fulfilled in you; God hears the call of those in need, The souls that trust in Him indeed. If thou but suffer God to guide thee And hope in Him through all thy ways, He’ll give thee strength, whate’er betide thee, And bear thee through the evil days. Who trust in God’s unchanging love Builds on the rock that naught can move. What can these anxious cares avail thee These never ceasing moans and sighs? What can it help if thou bewail thee O’er each dark moment as it flies? Our cross and trials do but press The heavier for our bitterness. Be patient and await His leisure In cheerful hope, with heart content To take whatever thy Father’s pleasure And His discerning love hath sent, Nor doubt our inmost want are known To Him who chose us for His own. God knows full well when time of gladness Shall be the needful thing for thee. When He has tried thy soul with sadness And from all guile has found thee free, He comes to thee all unaware And makes thee own His loving care. Nor think amid the fiery trial That God hath cast thee off unheard, That he whose hopes meet no denial Must surely be of God preferred. Time passes and much change doth bring And set a bound to everything. All are alike before the Highest: ’Tis easy for our God, We know, To raise thee up, though low thou liest, To make the rich man poor and low. True wonders still by Him are wrought Who setteth up and brings to naught. Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving, Perform thy duties faithfully, And trust His Word: though undeserving, Thou yet shalt find it true for thee. God never yet forsook in need The soul that trusted Him indeed.

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• [Mzm 48:1] O Walk In The Footsteps Of Jesus

  O walk in the footsteps of Jesus, Child of His wonderful love; O follow, for soon they will guide thee Up to those mansions above. Refrain Yes, walk in the footsteps of Jesus, Keeping fast hold of His hand, For thus will He guide thee and lead thee On to the heavenly land. O walk in the footsteps of Jesus, Weary one, burdened with care, Now lift up thine eyes unto Heaven, Lift up thy spirit in prayer. Refrain O walk in the footsteps of Jesus, Mourning one, over the dead, For gently His arms will enfold thee, Tenderly pillow thy head. Refrain

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• [Mzm 48:1] O’er The Trackless Ocean Guided

  O’er the trackless ocean guided By Thy hand our fathers came; They, O Lord, in Thee confided, Loved Thy day, revered Thy Name; Nor would we, their faith despising, False to their devotion be, But, on wings of pray’r arising, Lift our contrite hearts to Thee. In the new land, wild and lonely, Rude the homes which they upraised; There they sought unto Thee only, There Thy love and mercy praise; In our fairer habitations, May their zeal in us increase, While Thy gracious consolations Prove our everlasting peace. Destined for their fathers’ places, Age on until the end, Keep, O keep, our children’s faces Turned to Thee, our changeless Friend; And may all who boon of Heaven Now or evermore shall crave, Know on earth Thy blessing given, Glory find beyond the grave.

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• [Mzm 48:1] Within Thy Temple’s Sacred Courts

  Within Thy temple’s sacred courts, With loving and adoring thought, We contemplate Thy grace, O God, And all Thy deeds with mercy fraught. Where’er Thy Name, O God, is known, Where’er Thy glorious fame extends, There also is Thy praise proclaimed, Far as the earth’s remotest ends. This mighty God forever lives Our God and Savior to abide, And till our pilgrim days shall end Will ever be our faithful Guide.

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Mazmur 49:1

• [Mzm 49:1] Hear This, All Ye Peo­ple, Hear

  Hear this, all ye people, hear, Earth’s inhabitants, give ear; All of high and low degree, Rich and poor, give heed to me. Truth with all my heart I seek, And my mouth shall wisdom speak; Hearken while in lyric strain I make hidden wisdom plain. Why should I to fear give way When I see the evil day, When with wickedness my foes Shall surround me and oppose? They that trust in treasured gold, Though they boast of wealth untold, None can bid his brother live, None to God a ransom give. If from death one would be free And corruption never see, Costly is life’s ransom price, Far beyond all sacrifice.

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Mazmur 50:1

• [Mzm 50:1] Lord Our God Is Clothed With Might, The

  The Lord our God is clothed with might, The winds obey His will; He speaks, and in His heavenly height, He speaks, and in His heavenly height, The rolling sun stands still. Rebel, ye waves, and o’er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts His awful hand, The Lord uplifts His awful hand, And chains you to the shore. Ye winds of night, your force combine; Without His high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow’s rest. His voice sublime is heard afar; In distant peals it dies; He yokes the whirlwind to His car, He yokes the whirlwind to His car, And sweeps the howling skies. Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait His nod; And bid the choral song ascend And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God.

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• [Mzm 50:1] Mighty God, Je­ho­vah, Speaks, The

  The mighty God, Jehovah, speaks And calls the earth from sea to sea; From beauteous Zion God shines forth, He comes and will not silent be; Devouring flame before Him goes, And dark the tempest round Him grows. He calls aloud to Heaven and earth That He may justly judge His own: My chosen saints together bring Who sacrifice to Me alone; The heav’ns His righteousness declare, For God Himself as Judge is there. Hear, O My people, I will speak, Against thee I will testify; Give ear to Me, O Israel, For God, thy covenant God, am I; I do not spurn thy sacrifice, Thy offerings are before My eyes. I will receive from out thy fold No offering for My holy shrine; The cattle on a thousand hills And all the forest beasts are Mine; Each mountain bird to Me is known, Whatever roams the field I own. Behold, if I should hungry grow, I would not tell My need to thee, For all the world itself is Mine, And all its wealth belongs to Me; Why should I aught of thee receive, My thirst or hunger to relieve? Bring thou to God the gifts of thanks, And pay thy vows to God Most High; Call ye upon My holy Name In days when sore distress is nigh; Deliverance I will send to thee, And praises thou shalt give to Me.

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• [Mzm 50:1] Mighty God, The Lord, The

  The mighty God, the Lord, hath spoken unto all; From rising to the setting sun, He unto earth doth call. From Zion, His own hill, where perfect beauty dwells, Jehovah hath His glory shown, in brightness that excels. Our God shall surely come, and silence shall not keep; Before Him fire shall waste, and storms tempestuous round Him sweep. He to the heav’ns above shall then send forth His call, And likewise to the earth that He may judge His people all. “Together let My saints unto Me gathered be, Those that by sacrifice have made a covenant with Me.” Then shall the heav’ns declare His righteousness abroad; Because the Lord Himself is Judge, yea, none is judge, but God.

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Mazmur 62:1

• [Mzm 62:1] God Of Grace, O Let Thy Light

  God of grace, O let Thy light Bless our dim and blinded sight; Like the day-spring on the night, Bid Thy grace to shine. To the nations led astray Thine eternal love display: Let Thy truth direct their way Till the world be Thine. Praise to Thee, the faithful Lord; Let all tongues in glad accord Learn the good thanksgiving word, Ever praising Thee. Let them moved to gladness sing, Owning Thee their Judge and King; Righteous truth shall bloom and spring Where Thy rule shall be. Praise to Thee, all faithful Lord; Let all tongues in glad accord Speak the good thanksgiving word, Heart rejoicing praise. So the fruitful earth’s increase, Bounty of the God of peace, Never in its course shall cease Through the length of days; While His grace our life shall cheer, Furthest lands shall own His fear, Brought to Him in worship near, Taught His mercy’s ways.

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• [Mzm 62:1] My Soul In Silence Waits For God

  My soul in silence waits for God, My Savior He has proved; He only is my Rock and Tower; I never shall be moved. My honor is secure with God, My Savior He is known; My Refuge and my Rock of strength Are found in God alone. My enemies my ruin seek, They plot with fraud and guile; Deceitful, they pretend to bless, But inwardly revile. My soul in silence waits for God, He is my help approved; He only only is my Rock and Tower, And I shall not be moved. On Him, ye people, evermore Rely with confidence; Before Him pour ye out your heart, For God is our defense. For surely men are helpers vain, The high and the abased; Yea, lighter than a breath are they When in the balance placed. Trust not in harsh oppression’s power Nor in unrighteous gain; If wealth increase, yet on your gold Ye set your hearts in vain. For God has spoken o’er and o’er, And unto me has shown, That saving power and lasting strength Belong to Him alone. Yea, lovingkindness evermore Belongs to Thee, O Lord; And Thou according to his work Dost every man reward.

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• [Mzm 62:1] My Soul With Expectation

  My soul with expectation doth Depend on God indeed; My strength and my salvation do From Him alone proceed. He only my Salvation is, And my strong Rock is He; He only is my sure Defense; I shall not movèd be. In God my glory placèd is, And my salvation sure; In God the Rock is of my strength; My Refuge most secure. Ye people, place your confidence In Him continually; Before Him pour ye out your heart; God is our Refuge high.

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Mazmur 64:1

• [Mzm 64:1] Hear, Lord, The Voice Of My Complaint

  Hear, Lord, the voice of my complaint, Preserve my life from fear; Hide me from plotting enemies And evil, crowding near. The workers of iniquity, Their deadly shafts prepare; They aim at me their treacherous words; O save me from their snare. The wicked in their base designs Grow arrogant and bold; Conspiring secretly, they think That God will not behold; They search out more iniquity, Their thoughts and plans are deep, But God will smite, for He is near His saints to guard and keep. The wicked, by their sins o’ercome, Shall soon be brought to shame; The hand of God shall yet appear, And all shall fear His Name. The just shall triumph in the Lord, Their trust shall be secure, And endless glory then shall crown The upright and the pure.

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• [Mzm 64:1] Unmoved By Fear, My Praise Is Due

  Unmoved by fear, my praise is due To Thee, Thou gracious God of saints; Thy mercies great, Thy counsel true, My prayers are heard and my complaints; My prayers are heard and my complaints. Compassed by love, my heart’s best thought I raise in gratitude to Thee; Nor wait to thank Thee; all untaught, Thy love’s best gift hath taught it me; Thy love’s best gift hath taught it me. I fear but that I may not gain A place beside my noblest Friend; I love, but ah, the sweet refrain, “On Thee, my Savior, I depend; On Thee, my Savior, I depend.”

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Mazmur 65:1

• [Mzm 65:1] Before Thee, Lord, A People Waits

  Before Thee, Lord, a people waits To praise Thy Name in Zion’s gates, To Thee shall vows be paid; Thou Hearer of the suppliant’s prayer, To Thee in need shall all repair To seek Thy gracious aid. How great my trespasses appear; But Thou from guilt my soul will clear, And my transgressions hide. How blest Thy chosen, who by grace Are brought within Thy dwelling place That they may there abide. The goodness of Thy house, O Lord, The joys Thy holy courts afford, Our souls shall satisfy; By deeds of might, in justice wrought, The Lord will grant us what we sought, Our Savior, God Most High. On Thy sustaining arm depend, To earth and sea’s remotest end, All men in every age; Thy strength establishes the hills, Thy word the roaring billows stills, And calms the peoples’ rage. The tribes of earth’s remotest lands Behold the tokens of Thy hands And bow in godly fear; The east, where beams the morning light, The west, in evening glories bright, Rejoice, for Thou art near.

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• [Mzm 65:1] For Thee, O God, Our Constant Praise

  For Thee, O God, our constant praise In Zion waits, Thy chosen seat; Our promised altars we will raise, And there our zealous vows complete. O Thou, who to my humble prayer Didst always bend Thy listening ear, To Thee shall all mankind repair, And at Thy gracious throne appear. Our sins, though numberless, in vain, To stop Thy flowing mercy try; Whilst Thou o’erlook’st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye. Blest is the man, who, near Thee placed, Within Thy sacred dwelling lies! While we, at humbler distance, taste The vast delights Thy temple gives.

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• [Mzm 65:1] Praise For Thee, Lord, In Zion Waits

  Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits; Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, And find through Christ salvation there. Our spirits faint; our sins prevail; Leave not our trembling hearts to fail: O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, And still be found the sinner’s friend. How blest Thy saints! how safely led! How surely kept! how richly fed! Savior of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in Thee. Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills; Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, And earthy Thou bounty wide displays. The year is with Thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles and owns her King. Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour; The moral waste within restore; O let Thy love our springtide be, And make us all bear fruit to Thee.

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• [Mzm 65:1] Praise Waits For Thee In Zion

  Praise waits for Thee in Zion; all tribes shall worship there And pay their vows before Thee, O God Who hearest prayer. Our sins rise up against us, prevailing day by day, But Thou wilt show us mercy and take their guilt away. How blest the ones Thou callest and bringest near to Thee, That in Thy courts forever their dwelling place may be; They shall within Thy temple be satisfied with grace, And filled with all the goodness of Thy most holy place. O God of our salvation, since Thou dost love the right, Thou wilt an answer send us in wondrous deeds of might. In all earth’s habitations, on all the boundless sea, We find no sure reliance, no peace, apart from Thee. Thy might sets fast the mountains; strength girds Thee evermore To calm the raging peoples and still the ocean’s roar. Thy majesty and greatness are through all lands confessed, And joy on earth Thou sendest afar from east to west.

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Mazmur 67:1

• [Mzm 67:1] Father, Bless Our School Today

  Father, bless our school today; Be in all we do and say; Be in every song we sing, Every prayer to Thee we bring. Jesus, well belovèd Son, May Thy will by us be done; Come and meet with us today; Teach us, Lord, Thyself, we pray. Holy Spirit, mighty power, Consecrate this Lord’s day hour; Unto us Thine unction give; Touch our souls that we may live.
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• [Mzm 67:1] God Of Mercy, God Of Grace

  God of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness of Thy face; Shine upon us, Savior, shine, Fill Thy Church with light divine, And Thy saving health extend, Unto earth’s remotest end. Let the people praise Thee, Lord! Be by all that live adored; Let the nations shout and sing Glory to their Savior King, At Thy feet their tribute pay, And Thy holy will obey. Let the people praise Thee, Lord! Earth shall then her fruits afford, God to man His blessings give, Man to God devoted live; All below and all above One in joy and light and love.

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• [Mzm 67:1] Lord, Bless And Pity Us

  Lord, bless and pity us, Shine on us with Thy face, That all the earth Thy way may know And men may see Thy grace. Thy praise, O gracious God, Let all the nations sing, Let all men worship Thee with joy And songs of gladness bring. The nations Thou wilt judge And lead them in Thy ways; Let all men praise Thy Name, O God, Let al the people praise. The earth her fruit shall yield, For God, our God, will bless; We shall be blest, and all the world His glory shall confess.

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• [Mzm 67:1] May God Bestow On Us His Grace

  May God bestow on us His grace, With blessings rich provide us, And may the brightness of His face To life eternal guide us That we His saving health may know, His gracious will and pleasure, And also to the heathen show Christ’s riches without measure And unto God convert them. Thine over all shall be the praise And thanks of every nation, And all the world with joy shall raise The voice of exultation; For Thou shalt judge the earth, O Lord, Nor suffer sin to flourish; Thy people’s pasture is Thy Word Their souls to feed and nourish, In righteous paths to keep them. Oh, let the people praise Thy worth, In all good works increasing; The land shall plenteous fruit bring forth, Thy Word is rich in blessing, May God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit bless us! Let all the world praise Him alone, Let solemn awe possess us, Now let our hearts say, Amen.

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• [Mzm 67:1] O God, To Us Show Mercy

  O God, to us show mercy and bless us in Thy grace; Cause Thou to shine upon us the brightness of Thy face; That so Thy way most holy on earth may soon be known, And unto every people Thy saving grace be shown. O God, let all men praise Thee, let all the nations sing; In every land let praises and songs of gladness ring; For Thou shalt judge the people in truth and righteousness, And through the earth the nations shall Thy just rule confess. O God, let people praise Thee, let all the nations sing, For earth in rich abundance to us her fruit shall bring. The Lord our God shall bless us, our God shall blessing send, And all the earth shall fear him to its remotest end.

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• [Mzm 67:1] Savior Of The Nations, Come

  Savior of the nations, come; Virgin’s Son, here make Thy home! Marvel now, O heaven and earth, That the Lord chose such a birth. Not by human flesh and blood; By the Spirit of our God Was the Word of God made flesh, Woman’s offspring, pure and fresh. Wondrous birth! O wondrous Child Of the virgin undefiled! Though by all the world disowned, Still to be in heaven enthroned. From the Father forth He came And returneth to the same, Captive leading death and hell High the song of triumph swell! Thou, the Father’s only Son, Hast over sin the victory won. Boundless shall Thy kingdom be; When shall we its glories see? Brightly doth Thy manger shine, Glorious is its light divine. Let not sin o’ercloud this light; Ever be our faith thus bright. Praise to God the Father sing, Praise to God the Son, our King, Praise to God the Spirit be Ever and eternally.

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• [Mzm 67:1] Send Thy Blessing

  We come before Thy throne today, Thy promised presence claim; O come and enter now our hearts, And set our souls aflame. Refrain Lord, send Thy blessing, Lord, send Thy blessing, Lord, send Thy blessing On our waiting souls. We know that Thou art present here, Thy grace to us reveal; We fain would know Thy blessèd will, Thy holy presence feel. Refrain O send to us Thy quick’ning pow’r, All guilt and dross remove; O let our waiting hearts be filled, Dear Savior, with Thy love. Refrain Accept the homage that we bring, O Lord, we humbly pray, Bestow Thy richest blessings now, And meet with us today. Refrain

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Mazmur 68:1

• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise, And By His Might

  Let God arise, and by His might Let all His foes be put to flight; But O ye righteous, gladly sing, Exult before your God and King. Jehovah’s praises sound abroad Rejoice before the living God; Prepare the way that He may come And make the desert places bloom. A Father of the fatherless, A judge of widows in distress Is God, the God of boundless grace, Who dwells within His holy place. God frees the captive and He sends The blessedness of home and friends, And only those in darkness stay Who will not trust Him and obey. O Zion, ’tis thy God’s command That thou in strength securely stand; O God, confirm and strengthen still, Thy purposes in us fulfill. O Thou, whose glorious temple stands In Zion, famed through heathen lands, Kings shall Thy power and glory see, And bring their presents unto Thee. Thou wilt rebuke the fierce and strong Who hate the right and choose the wrong, And scatter those who peace abhor, The nations that delight in war. The heathen princes yet shall flee From idols and return to Thee; Earth’s sinful and benighted lands, To God shall soon stretch out their hands.

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• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise In All His Might

  Let God arise in all His might, And put the troops of hell to flight, As smoke that sought to cloud the skies Before the rising tempest flies. He comes arrayed in burning flames, Justice and Vengeance are His names; Behold His fainting foes expire, Like melting wax before the fire. He rides and thunders through the sky, His Name, Jehovah, sounds on high; Sing to His Name, ye sons of grace; Ye saints, rejoice before His face. The widow and the fatherless Fly to His aid in sharp distress; In Him the poor and helpless find A Judge that’s just, a Father kind. He breaks the captive’s heavy chain, And prisoners see the light again; But rebels that dispute His will Shall dwell in chains and darkness still. Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; Crown Him, ye nations, in your song: His wondrous names and powers rehearse; His honors shall enrich your verse. He shakes the heav’ns with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms! In Israel are His mercies known, Israel is His peculiar throne. Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest; He’s your Defense, your Joy, your Rest: When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the Strength of every saint.

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• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise To Lead Forth Those

  Let God arise to lead forth those Who march to war! Let God arise, and all His foes Be scattered far! So Israel prayed, and Thou, O Lord, Wast with him then: Be with us now, who draw the sword For war again. Grant Thou our soldiers courage high When foes are near, To strive, to suffer, or to die Untouched by fear. Grant strength to those who mourn today Their loved ones lost, Yea, those who give their best, nor stay To count the cost. Fight Thou for us, that we may fill Thy courts with praise; Then teach us mercy, teach us still The fallen to raise. Yet more and more, as ages run, Bid warfare cease, And give to all beneath the sun Love, freedom, peace.

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• [Mzm 68:1] Lord, Thy Church Hath Seen Thee Rise

  Lord, Thy Church hath seen Thee rise, To Thy temple in the skies; God, my Savior! God, my King! Still Thy ransomed round Thee sing. When, in glories all divine, Through the earth Thy Church shall shine, Kings, in prayer and praise, shall wait, Bending at Thy temple’s gate.
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Mazmur 76:1

• [Mzm 76:1] God Is Known Among His People

  God is known among His people, Every mouth His praises fill; From of old He has established His abode on Zion’s hill; There He broke the sword and arrow, Bade the noise of war be still. Excellent and glorious art Thou, With Thy trophies from the fray; Thou hast slain the valiant hearted, Wrapped in sleep of death are they; When Thine anger once is risen, Who can stand in that dread day? When from Heav’n Thy sentence sounded, All the earth in fear was still, While to save the meek and lowly God in judgment wrought His will; E’en the wrath of man shall praise Thee, Thy designs it shall fulfill. Vow and pay ye to Jehovah, Him your God forever own; All men, bring your gifts before Him, Worship Him, and Him alone; Mighty kings obey and fear Him, Princes bow before His throne.

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Mazmur 82:1

• [Mzm 82:1] Among Th’assemblies Of The Great

  Among th’assemblies of the great A greater Ruler takes His seat; The God of Heav’n, as Judge, surveys, The gods on earth, and all their ways. Why will ye, then, frame wicked laws? Or why support th’unrighteous cause? When will ye once defend the poor, That sinners vex the saints no more? They know not, Lord, nor will they know; Dark are the ways in which they go; Their name of earthly gods is vain, For they shall fall and die like men. Arise, O Lord, and let Thy Son Possess His universal throne, And rule the nations with His rod, He is our Judge, and He our God.

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Mazmur 83:1

• [Mzm 83:1] O God, No Longer Hold Thy Peace

  O God, no longer hold Thy peace, No longer silent be; Thine enemies lift up their head To fight Thy saints and Thee. Against Thine own, whom Thou dost love, Their craft Thy foes employ; They think to cut Thy people off, Thy church they would destroy. Thine ancient foes, conspiring still, With one consent agree, And they who with Thy people strive Make war, O God, on Thee. O God, who in our fathers’ time Didst smite our foes and Thine, So smite Thine enemies today Who in their pride combine. Make them like dust and stubble blown Before the whirlwind dire, In terror driv’n before the storm Of Thy consuming fire. Confound them in their sin till they To Thee for pardon fly, Till in dismay they, trembling, own That Thou art God Most High.

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Mazmur 84:1

• [Mzm 84:1] How Dear To Me, O Lord Of Hosts

  How dear to me, O Lord of Hosts, The place where Thou dost dwell; The tabernacles of Thy grace In pleasantness excel. My spirit longs, yea, even faints, Thy sacred courts to see; My thirsting heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for Thee. Beneath Thy care the sparrow finds A place of peaceful rest; Where she may safely lay her young The swallow finds a nest. Then, Lord of Hosts, my King, my God, Thy love will shelter me; Beneath Thy altar’s peaceful shade My dwelling place shall be. Blest they who dwell within Thy house, Their perfect strength Thou art; Their joyful praise shall never cease, Thy ways are in their heart. Their tears of grief, like early rain, Sweet springs of joy shall fill; With strength renewed they journey safe To Zion’s holy hill.

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• [Mzm 84:1] How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings Fair

  How lovely are Thy dwellings fair, O Lord of hosts; how dear The pleasant tabernacles are Where Thou dost dwell so near! Happy, who in Thy house reside, Where Thee they ever praise! Happy, whose strength in Thee doth bide, And in their hearts Thy ways! They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Zion doth appear. Lord God of hosts that reign’st on high, That man is truly blest Who only on Thee doth rely, And in Thee only rest.

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• [Mzm 84:1] How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place

  How lovely is Thy dwelling place, O Lord of hosts to me! The tabernacles of Thy grace How pleasant, Lord, they be! My thirsty soul longs ardently, Yes, faints Thy courts to see; My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for Thee. Behold the sparrow findeth out A house wherein to rest; The swallow also, for herself, Provided hath a nest. Ee’n Thine own altars, where she safe Her young ones forth may bring, O Thou, almighty Lord of hosts, Who art my God and King. Blest are they in Thy house that dwell, They ever give Thee praise, Blest is the man whose strength Thou art, In whose heart are Thy ways.

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• [Mzm 84:1] Lord Of The Worlds Above

  Lord of the worlds above, how pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are! To Thine abode, my heart aspires with warm desires To see my God. The sparrow for her young with pleasure seeks a nest, And wand’ring swallows long to find their wonted rest: My spirit faints With equal zeal to rise and dwell Among thy saints. O happy souls that pray where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay their constant service there! They praise Thee still; and happy they that love the way To Zion’s hill. They go from strength to strength, through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, till each in heaven appears; O glorious seat, when God, our King, shall thither bring Our willing feet! To spend one sacred day where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy than thousand days beside: Where God resorts, I love it more to keep the door Than shine in courts. God is our Sun and Shield, our Light and our Defense; With gifts His hands are filled; we draw our blessings thence. He shall bestow on Jacob’s race peculiar grace And glory too. The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, whose spirit trusts Alone in Thee.

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• [Mzm 84:1] O God Of Hosts, The Mighty Lord

  O God of hosts, the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place Where Thou, enthroned in glory, show’st, The brightness of Thy face. O Lord of hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they Who in Thy temple always dwell, And there Thy praise display. Thrice happy they whose choice has Thee Their sure protection made; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to Thy dwelling lead. For in Thy courts one single day ’Tis better to attend, Than, Lord, in any place besides A thousand days to spend. For God, who is our Sun and Shield, Will grace and glory give; And no good thing will He withhold From them that justly live. Thou God, whom heav’nly host obey, How highly blest is he Whose hope and trust, securely placed, Is still reposed on Thee.

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• [Mzm 84:1] O Lord Of Hosts, How Lovely

  O Lord of hosts, how lovely the place where Thou dost dwell! Thy tabernacles holy in pleasantness excel. My soul is longing, fainting, Jehovah’s courts to see; My heart and flesh are crying, O living God for Thee. Behold the sparrow findeth a house in which to rest, The swallow has discovered where she may build her nest; And where, securely sheltered, her young she forth may bring; So Lord of hosts, Thine altars I seek, my God, my King. Blest who Thy house inhabit, they ever give Thee praise. Blest all whom Thou dost strengthen, who love the sacred ways. Who pass through Baca’s valley, and make in it a well; There rains in shower abundant the pools with water fill. So they from strength unwearied go forward unto strength, Till they appear in Zion, before the Lord at length. O hear, Lord God of Jacob, to me an answer yield; The face of Thine anointed, behold, O God, our Shield. One day excels a thousand, if spent Thy courts within; I’ll chose Thy threshold rather than dwell in tents of sin. Our Sun and Shield Jehovah, will grace and glory give; No good will He deny them that uprightly do live.

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Mazmur 85:1

• [Mzm 85:1] Lord, Thou Hast Greatly Blessed Our Land

  Lord, Thou hast greatly blessed our land, Thou hast brought back our captive band, Thy pardoning grace has made us free And covered our iniquity. O Thou, who in a former day Didst turn Thy dreadful wrath away, In grace Thy people, Lord, return, And let Thy wrath no longer burn. O will Thine anger never cease, Forever shall Thy wrath increase? Receive and quicken us once more, And Thy salvation’s joy restore. To us Thy mercy now afford And show us Thy salvation, Lord; Yea, Thou wilt answer us in peace, If from our folly we will cease. The Lord’s salvation will appear To men of faith and godly fear, And glory in our land shall dwell When we shall heed God’s precepts well. Now truth agrees with mercy mild, Now law and peace are reconciled; Behold the truth from earth arise, With justice shining from the skies. The Lord will send His blessing down, And harvests all our land shall crown; Before Him righteousness abides, And in His footsteps our feet He guides.

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Mazmur 92:1

• [Mzm 92:1] How Good It Is To Thank The Lord

  How good it is to thank the Lord, And praise to Thee, Most High, accord, To show Thy love with morning light, And tell Thy faithfulness each night; Yea, good it is Thy praise to sing, And all our sweetest music bring. O Lord, with joy my heart expands, Before the wonders of Thy hands; Great works, Jehovah, Thou hast wrought, Exceeding deep Thine every thought; A foolish man knows not their worth, Nor he whose mind is of the earth. When as the grass the wicked grow, When sinners flourish here below, Then is there endless ruin nigh, But Thou, O Lord, art throned on high; Thy foes shall fall before Thy might, The wicked shall be put to flight. Thou, Lord, hast high exalted me With royal strength and dignity; With Thine anointing I am blest, Thy grace and favor on me rest; I thus exult o’er all my foes, O’er all that would my cause oppose. The righteous man shall flourish well, And in the house of God shall dwell; He shall be like a goodly tree, And all his life shall fruitful be; For righteous is the Lord and just, He is my Rock, in Him I trust.

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• [Mzm 92:1] It Is Good To Sing Thy Praises

  It is good to sing Thy praises and to thank Thee, O Most High, Showing forth Thy lovingkindness when the morning lights the sky. It is good when night is falling of Thy faithfulness to tell, While with sweet, melodious praises, songs of adoration swell. Thou hast filled my heart with gladness through the works Thy hands have wrought; Thou hast made my life victorious, great Thy works and deep Thy thought. Thou, O Lord, on high exalted, reignest evermore in might; All Thy enemies shall perish, sin be banished from Thy sight. But the good shall live before Thee, planted in Thy dwelling place. Fruitful trees and ever verdant, nourished by Thy boundless grace. In His goodness to the righteous God His righteousness displays; God my Rock, my Strength and Refuge, just and true are all His ways.

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• [Mzm 92:1] Sweet Is The Work, O Lord

  Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise Thy Name, and hear Thy Word, And grateful offerings bring. Sweet, at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell; And, when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell. Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve Thee best, And in Thy Name rejoice. To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in Heaven.

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Mazmur 108:1

• [Mzm 108:1] My Heart Is Fixed, O God (psalter)

  My heart is fixed, O God, A grateful song I raise; Awake, O harp, in joyful strains; Awake, my soul, to praise. Among the nations, Lord, To Thee my song shall rise; Thy truth is great above the heav’ns, Thy mercies reach the skies. Above the heav’ns, O God, And over all the earth, Let men exalt Thy glorious Name And tell Thy matchless worth. Stretch forth Thy mighty hand In answer to our prayer, And let Thine own belovèd ones Thy great salvation share. The holy God has said, “All lands shall own My sway; My people shall My glory share, The heathen shall obey.” O who will lead our hosts To triumph o’er the foe, If Thou shalt cast us off, O God, Nor with our armies go? The help of man is vain, Be Thou our Helper, Lord; Through Thee we shall do valiantly If Thou Thine aid afford.

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• [Mzm 108:1] My Steadfast Heart, O God

  My steadfast heart, O God, Will sound Thy praise abroad With tuneful string; The dawn shall hear my song, Thy praise I will prolong, And where Thy people throng Thanksgiving bring. Thy truth and tender love Are high as Heav’n above; Thy help we crave. Be Thou exalted high Above the lofty sky; Lest Thy belovèd die, O hear and save. God’s Word shall surely stand; His Name through every land Shall be adored; Lord, who shall lead our host? Thine aid we covet most, In Thee is all our boast, Strong in the Lord.

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• [Mzm 108:1] O Come, My Soul, Bless Thou The Lord Thy

  O come, my soul, bless thou the Lord thy Maker, And all within me bless His holy Name; Bless thou the Lord, forget not all His mercies, His pard’ning grace and saving love proclaim. Refrain Bless Him forever, wondrous in might, Bless Him, His servants that in His will delight. Good is the Lord and full of kind compassion, Most slow to anger, plenteous in love; Rich is His grace to all that humbly seek Him, Boundless and endless as the heav’ns above. Refrain His love is like a father’s to his children, Tender and kind to all who fear His Name; For well He knows our weakness and our frailty, He knows that we are dust, He knows our frame. Refrain We fade and die like flow’rs that grow in beauty, Like tender grass that soon will disappear; But evermore the love of God is changeless, Still shown to those who look to Him in fear. Refrain High in the heav’ns His throne is fixed forever, His kingdom rules o’er all from pole to pole; Bless ye the Lord through all His wide dominion, Bless His most holy Name, O thou my soul. Refrain

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• [Mzm 108:1] Singing Glory!

  I’ve something in my heart that Jesus gave to me, It makes me feel like singing glory all the day; He found my captive soul and gave me liberty, And now I feel like singing glory! Refrain He makes the path grow brighter ev’ry passing day; He makes the burden lighter all along the way; His Word is my delight, His will I now obey, And all the time I’m singing glory! My Savior loosed my tongue that I might speak His praise; Since then I have been singing glory all the day; I love to tell the lost of Jesus and His ways, And oh, it keeps me singing glory! Refrain My Savior took my feet from out the miry clay; Since then I have been singing glory all the day; He placed them on the Rock that shall not pass away— I cannot keep from singing glory! Refrain O weary heart and sad, O heavy laden soul, If you would feel like singing glory all the day, Just let the Savior in, and let Him take control; Then you will feel like singing glory! Refrain

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Mazmur 110:1

• [Mzm 110:1] Lord Unto His Christ Has Said, The

  The Lord unto His Christ has said, “Sit Thou at My right hand, Until I make Thine enemies Submit to Thy command. A scepter prospered by the Lord Thy mighty hand shall wield; From Zion Thou shalt rule the world, And all Thy foes shall yield. “Thy people will be gladly Thine When Thou shalt come in might, Like dawning day, like hopeful youth, With holy beauty bright. A priesthood that shall never end The Lord has given Thee; This He has sworn, and evermore Fulfilled His Word shall be. “Thou shalt subdue the kings of earth With God at Thy right hand; The nations Thou shalt rule in might And judge in every land.” The Christ, refreshed by living streams, Shall neither faint nor fall, And He shall be the glorious Head, Exalted over all.

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• [Mzm 110:1] Unto My Lord Jehovah Said

  Unto my Lord Jehovah said, “At My right hand I throne Thee, Till at Thy feet, in triumph laid, Thy foes their Ruler crown Thee.” From Zion shall Jehovah send Thy scepter, till before Thee bend The knees of proud rebellion. Thy saints, to greet Thy day of might, In holy raiment muster; As dewdrops in the morning light Thy youths around Thee cluster. Jehovah sware and made decree, “Thou, King of Righteousness, shalt be A royal Priest forever.” The Lord at Thy right hand shall bring On rulers desolation; The Lord shall smite each heathen king, And judge each rebel nation. He, swiftly marching in His wrath, Shall quaff the brook upon His path, And lift His head in glory.

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Mazmur 140:1

• [Mzm 140:1] Deliver Me From Evil

  Deliver me from evil, preserve me, Lord, from wrong; Against the foes that gather be Thou my Helper strong; From those who plot to hurt me and spread the treacherous snare, Preserve me, Lord, and keep me safeguarded in Thy care. O Lord, I have confessed Thee to be my God alone; O hear my supplication, and be Thy mercy shown; O God the Lord, my Savior, my Shield amid the strife, Let not the wicked triumph who plot against my life. Let evil smite the evil, and cause their overthrow; The needy and afflicted the Lord will help, I know; Thy saints, redeemed from evil, their thanks to Thee shall give; The righteous and the upright shall in Thy presence live.

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• [Mzm 140:1] Lord, From The Ill And Froward Man

  Lord, from the ill and froward man Give me deliverance, And do Thou safe preserve me from The man of violence: Who in their heart mischievous things Are meditating e’er; And they for war assembled are Continually together. Much like unto a serpent’s tongue Their tongues they sharp do make; And underneath their lips there lies The poison of a snake. Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands, From violent men me save; Who utterly to overthrow My goings purposed have. The proud for me a snare have hid, And cords; yea, they a net Have by the wayside for me spread; They gins for me have set. I said unto the Lord, Thou art My God: unto the cry Of all my supplications, Lord, do Thine ear apply. O God the Lord, who art the strength Of my salvation: A cov’ring in the day of war My head Thou hast put on. Unto the wicked man, O Lord, His wishes do not grant; Nor further Thou his ill device, Lest they themselves should vaunt. As for the head and chief of those About that compass me, E’en by the mischief of their lips Let Thou them covered be. Let burning coals upon them fall, Them throw in fiery flame, And in deep pits, that they no more May rise out of the same. Let not an evil speaker be On earth establishèd: Mischief shall hunt the violent man, Till he be ruinèd. I know God will th’afflicted’s cause Maintain, and poor men’s right. Surely the just shall praise Thy Name; Th’upright dwell in Thy sight.

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Mazmur 141:1

• [Mzm 141:1] O Kind Creator, Bow Thine Ear

  O kind Creator, bend Thine ear To mark the cry, to know the tear Before Thy throne of mercy spent In this Thy holy fast of Lent. Our hearts are open, Lord, to Thee; Thou knowest our infirmity; Pour out on all who seek Thy face Abundance of Thy pardoning grace. Our sins are many, this we know; Spare us, good Lord, Thy mercy show; And for the honor of Thy Name Our fainting souls to life reclaim. Give us the self control that springs From discipline of outward things, That fasting inward secretly The soul may purely dwell with Thee. We pray Thee, Holy Trinity, One God, unchanging Unity, That we from this our abstinence May reap the fruits of penitence.

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• [Mzm 141:1] O Lord, Make Haste To Hear My Cry

  O Lord, make haste to hear my cry, To Thee I call, on Thee rely. Incline to me a gracious ear, And, when I call, in mercy hear. When in the morning unto Thee I lift my voice and bring my plea, Then let my prayer as incense rise To God enthroned above the skies. When unto Thee I look and pray With lifted hands at close of day, Then as the evening sacrifice Let my request accepted rise. Guard Thou my thoughts, I Thee implore, And of my lips keep Thou the door; Nor leave my sinful heart to stray Where evil footsteps lead the way. O righteous God, Thy chastisement, Though sent through foes, in love is sent; Though grievous, it will profit me, A healing ointment it shall be. While wickedness my foes devise, To Thee my constant prayer shall rise, When their injustice is o’erthrown, My gentleness shall still be shown. Brought nigh to death and sore distressed, O Lord, my God, in Thee I rest; Forsake me not, I look to Thee, Let me Thy great salvation see. Themselves entangled in their snare, Their own defeat my foes prepare, O keep me, Lord, nor let me fall, Protect and lead me safe through all.

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• [Mzm 141:1] O Merciful Creator, Hear

  O merciful Creator, hear; In tender pity bow Thine ear: Accept the tearful prayer we raise In this our fast of forty days. Each heart is manifest to Thee; Thou knowest our infirmity: Repentant now we seek Thy face; Impart to us Thy pardoning grace. Our sins are manifold and sore, But spare Thou them who sin deplore; And for Thine own Name’s sake make whole The fainting and the weary soul. Grant us to mortify each sense By means of outward abstinence, That so from every stain of sin The soul may keep her fast within. Blest Three in One, and One in Three Almighty God, we pray to Thee, That Thou wouldst now vouchsafe to bless Our fast with fruits of righteousness.

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Mazmur 143:1

• [Mzm 143:1] Hear And Answer Prayer

  I am praying, blessèd Savior, To be more and more like Thee; I am praying that Thy Spirit Like a dove may rest on me. Refrain Thou Who knowest all my weakness, Thou Who knowest all my care, While I plead each precious promise, Hear, oh, hear and answer prayer. I am praying, blessèd Savior, For a faith so clear and bright That its eye will see Thy glory Through the deepest, darkest night. Refrain I am praying to be humbled By the power of grace divine, To be clothed upon with meekness, And to have no will but Thine. Refrain I am praying, blessèd Savior, And my constant prayer shall be For a perfect consecration, That shall make me more like Thee. Refrain

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• [Mzm 143:1] Lord, Hear Me In Distress

  Lord, hear me in distress, regard my suppliant cry, And in Thy faithfulness and righteousness reply. In judgment do not cause Thy servant to be tried; Before Thy holy laws no man is justified. The enemy has sought my soul in dust to tread; To darkness I am brought, forgotten as the dead. My spirit, crushed with grief, is sad and overborne; My heart finds no relief, but desolate I mourn. Recalling former days and all Thy wondrous deeds, The memory of Thy ways to hope and comfort leads. To Thee I stretch my hands, let me not plead in vain; I wait as weary lands wait for refreshing rain. My failing spirit see, O Lord to me make haste; Hide not Thy face from me, less bitter death I taste. O let the morn return, let mercy light my day; For Thee in faith I yearn, O guide me in the way. Lord, save me from my foe, to Thee for help I flee; Teach me Thy way to know, I have no God but Thee. By Thy good Spirit led from trouble and distress, My erring feet shall tread the path of uprightness. O Lord, for Thy Name’s sake revive my fainting heart; My soul from trouble take, for just and true Thou art. Remove mine enemy, my cruel foes reward; In mercy rescue me who am Thy servant, Lord.

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• [Mzm 143:1] Unanswered Yet

  Unanswered yet? The prayers your lips have pleaded In agony of heart these many years? Does faith begin to fail, is hope departing, And think you all in vain those falling tears? Say not the Father hath not heard your prayer: You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere, You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere. Unanswered yet? Though when you first presented This one petition at the Father’s throne, It seemed you could not wait the time of asking, So urgent was your heart to make it known. Though years have passed since then, do not despair; The Lord will answer you, sometime, somewhere, The Lord will answer you, sometime, somewhere. Unanswered yet? Nay, do not say ungranted; Perhaps your part is not yet wholly done; The work began when first your prayer was uttered, And God will finish what He has begun. If you will keep the incense burning there, His glory you shall see, sometime somewhere, His glory you shall see, sometime somewhere. Unanswered yet? Faith cannot be unanswered; Her feet were firmly planted on the Rock; Amid the wildest storm prayer stands undaunted, Nor quail before the loudest thunder shock. She knows Omnipotence has heard her prayer, And cries, “It shall be done,” sometime, somewhere, And cries, “It shall be done,” sometime, somewhere.

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Mazmur 3:1

• [Mzm 3:1] My God, How Many Are My Fears

  My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. The lying tempter would persuade There’s no relief in Heav’n; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiv’n. But Thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. I cried, and from His holy hill He bowed a listening ear; I called my Father, and my God, And He subdued my fear. He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose. What though the hosts of death and hell All armed against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace, While I Thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent’s teeth, And death has lost his sting. Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save; Blessings attend Thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.

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• [Mzm 3:1] O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased

  O Lord, how are my foes increased! Against me many rise; How many say, in vain for help He on his God relies. Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, My Savior, O Most High, The Lord from out His holy hill Gives answer when I cry. I laid me down and slept, I waked, Because the Lord sustains; Though many thousands compass me, Unmoved my soul remains. Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; For Thou hast owned my cause; And oft hast beaten down my foes Who scorn Thy righteous laws. Salvation to the Lord belongs, In Him His saints are blest; O let Thy blessing evermore Upon Thy people rest.

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• [Mzm 3:1] O Lord, How Many They

  O Lord, how many they Who deeply trouble me; How greatly are they multiplied Who do me injury. There is no help for him, No help in God, they say; Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, Thou art my certain Stay. I called to God, He heard From out His holy hill. I fell asleep, I woke in peace, For He sustained me still. Arise and save, O Lord, For Thou didst smite my foe. Salvation cometh from the Lord; His saints His blessings know.

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Mazmur 4:1

• [Mzm 4:1] My Prayer

  O Father, hear me as I pray to Thee, I know that I am far from purity; But Jesus died that sinful men might live, So in His Name I ask Thee to forgive. Refrain Father, Father, Humbly now I come to Thee; Father, Father, Hear, oh hear my humble plea. I pray that Thou wilt pardon ev’ry sin; O Lord, forgive and make me pure within. Plant a desire for service in my heart And give me strength to always do my part. Refrain Tonight, O Father, as the shadows creep And I so gently close my eyes in sleep, I pray that Thou wilt guard me through the night And keep me safe till comes the morning light. Refrain When morning comes, oh, let me rise to work, Forbid that duty I should ever shirk; And when at last my race on earth is run, Grant, Lord, that I may hear Thee say, “Well done.” Refrain

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• [Mzm 4:1] My Righteous God, Who Oft Of Old

  My righteous God, who oft of old Hast saved from troubles manifold, Give answer when I call to Thee, Be gracious now and hear my plea. How long, O men, will ye defame How long My glory turn to shame, How long will ye vain follies prize, How long pursue deceit and lies? But know, the Lord has set apart The man of godly life and heart To be His favored one for aye; Jehovah hears me when I pray. In reverence wait, from sin depart, In meditation calm your heart; Hold fast the right, be true and just, And in Jehovah put your trust. O who will show us any good, Exclaims the faithless multitude; But lift on us, O Lord, we pray, The brightness of Thy face this day. More joy from Thee has filled my heart Than great abundance could impart; I lay me down to peaceful sleep, For Thou, O Lord, dost safely keep.

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• [Mzm 4:1] O God Of Grace And Righteousness

  O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou hast enlarged me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. Ye sons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Savior’s Name? Know that the Lord divides His saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears the cry of penitents, For the dear sake of Christ that died. When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness We put our trust in God alone, And glory in His pard’ning grace. Let the unthinking many say, “Who will bestow some earthly good?” But Lord, Thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heav’nly food. Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice, At grace and favors so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their corn, and all their wine.

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• [Mzm 4:1] When Our Heads Are Bowed With Woe

  When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o’erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! When the solemn death bell tolls, For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou hast bowed the dying head, With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Though the sins were not Thine own; Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

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Mazmur 6:1

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

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Mazmur 8:1

• [Mzm 8:1] Almighty Ruler Of The Skies

  Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro’ the wide earth Thy Name is spread; And Thine eternal glories rise O’er all the heav’ns Thy hands have made. To Thee the voices of the young A monument of honor raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of Thy praise. Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To still the bold blasphemer’s rage, And all their policies confound. Children amidst Thy temple throng To see their great Redeemer’s face; The Son of David is their song, And young hosannas fill the place. The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their hearts; While Jewish babes proclaim their King.

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• [Mzm 8:1] Lord, Our Lord, Thy Glorious Name

  Lord, our Lord, Thy glorious Name All Thy wondrous works proclaim; In the heav’ns with radiant signs Evermore Thy glory shines. How great Thy Name! Refrain Lord, our Lord, in all the earth, How great Thy Name! Thine the Name of matchless worth, Excellent in all the earth, How great Thy Name! Infant lips Thou dost ordain Wrath and vengeance to restrain; Weakest means fulfill Thy will, Mighty enemies to still. How great Thy Name! Refrain Moon and stars in shining height Nightly tell their Maker’s might; When Thy wondrous heavens I scan, Then I know how weak is man. How great Thy Name! Refrain What is man that he should be Loved and visited by Thee, Raised to an exalted height, Crowned with honor in Thy sight! How great Thy Name! Refrain With dominion crowned he stands O’er the creatures of Thy hands; All to him subjection yield In the sea and air and field, How great Thy Name! Refrain

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• [Mzm 8:1] O Lord, Our Heav’nly King

  O Lord, our heav’nly King, Thy Name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o’er the heav’ns they shine. When to Thy works on high I raise my wond’ring eyes, I see the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darksome skies. When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms? Lord, what is worthless man, That Thou shouldst love him so? Next to Thine angels he is placed, And lord of all below. Thine honors crown his head, While beasts, like slaves, obey; And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. How rich Thy bounties are! And wondrous are Thy ways; Of dust and worms Thy power can frame A monument of praise. Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings Thou canst draw Surprising honors to Thy Name And strike the world with awe. O Lord, our heav’nly King, Thy Name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o’er the heav’ns they shine.

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• [Mzm 8:1] O Lord, Our Lord

  O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth, How excellent Thy Name! Thy glory Thou hast spread afar In all the starry frame. From lips of children, Thou, O Lord, Hast mighty strength ordained, That adversaries should be stilled And vengeful foes restrained. When I regard the wondrous heavens, Thy handiwork on high, The moon and stars ordained by Thee, Oh, what is man! I cry. Oh, what is man, in Thy regard To hold so large a place! And what the son of man, that Thou Dost visit him in grace! For Thou hast made him little less Than Thy blest angels be; With honor Thou hast crowned his head And glorious dignity. On man Thy wisdom hath bestowed A pow’r well nigh divine; With honor Thou hast crowned his head With glory like to Thine. Thou hast subjected all to him, And lord of all is he, Of flocks and herds, and beasts and birds, And all within the sea. Thy mighty works and wondrous grace Thy glory, Lord, proclaim. O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth How excellent Thy Name!

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Mazmur 12:1

• [Mzm 12:1] Help, Lord, For Those Who Love Thee Fail

  Help, Lord, for those who love Thee fail, Thy faithful ones fall from the ranks, And leave the liars to their tale, False gratitude and treacherous thanks. Lord, may those flattering lips be lashed, The boasting mouths stripped of their pride, Those tongues that murmur unabashed, Who is this God? We shall abide! “Because the poor have been oppressed, And in their patience sigh alone, I will protect them in My breast,” The Lord has said, “These are Mine own.” And what He saith is purified Like silver, sevenfold assayed. Though by this evil age defied, His Word of truth shall be obeyed. His promises shall stand secure, His saints are safe, though ill betide, He will protect His humble poor, Though rogues are honored far and wide.

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• [Mzm 12:1] Lord, If Thou Dost Not Soon Appear

  Lord, if Thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if Thou delay. The whole discourse, when neighbors meet, Is filled with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane. But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. “Yet shall our words be free,” they cry; “Our tongues shall be controlled by none: Where is the Lord will ask us why? Or say our lips are not our own?” The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed, And hears th’oppressor’s haughty strain, Will rise to give His children rest, Nor shall they trust His Word in vain. Thy Word, O Lord, though often tried, Void of deceit shall still appear; Not silver, seven times purified, From dross, and mixture, shines so clear. Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; Though when the vilest men have power, On every side will sinners swarm.

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• [Mzm 12:1] O Lord, Be Thou My Helper True

  O Lord, be Thou my Helper true, For just and godly men are few; The faithful who can find? From truth and wisdom men depart, With flattering lips and double heart, They speak their evil mind. The lips that speak, the truth to hide, The tongues of arrogance and pride, That boastful words employ, False speaking tongues that boast their might, That own no law, that know no right, Jehovah will destroy. Because the poor are sore oppressed, Because the needy are distressed, And bitter are their cries, The Lord will be their Helper strong; To save them from contempt and wrong Jehovah will arise. Jehovah’s promises are sure, His words are true, His words are pure As silver from the flame. Though base men walk on every side, His saints are safe, whate’er betide, Protected by His Name.

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• [Mzm 12:1] O Lord, Look Down From Heaven

  O Lord, look down from Heaven, behold And let Thy pity waken: How few are we within Thy fold, Thy saints by men forsaken! True faith seems quenched on every hand, Men suffer not Thy Word to stand; Dark times have us o’ertaken. With fraud which they themselves invent Thy truth they have confounded; Their hearts are not with one consent On Thy pure doctrine grounded. While they parade with outward show, They lead the people to and fro, In error’s maze astounded. May God root out all heresy And of false teachers rid us Who proudly say: “Now, where is he That shall our speech forbid us? By right or might we shall prevail; What we determine cannot fail; We own no lord and master.” Therefore saith God, “I must arise, The poor My help are needing; To Me ascend My people’s cries, And I have heard their pleading. For them My saving Word shall fight And fearlessly and sharply smite, The poor with might defending.” As silver tried by fire is pure From all adulteration, So through God’s Word shall men endure Each trial and temptation. Its light beams brighter through the cross, And, purified from human dross, It shines through every nation. Thy truth defend, O God, and stay This evil generation; And from the error of their way Keep Thine own congregation. The wicked everywhere abound And would Thy little flock confound; But Thou art our Salvation.

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Mazmur 13:1

• [Mzm 13:1] How Long Wilt Thou Forget Me

  How long wilt Thou forget me, O Lord, Thou God of grace? How long shall fears beset me While darkness hides Thy face? How long shall griefs distress me And turn my day to night? How long shall foes oppress me And triumph in their might? O Lord my God, behold me And hear mine earnest cries; Lest sleep of death enfold me, Enlighten Thou mine eyes; Lest now my foe insulting Should boast of his success, And enemies exulting Rejoice in my distress. But I with expectation Have on Thy grace relied; My heart in Thy salvation Shall still with joy confide; And I with voice of singing Will praise the Lord above, Who, richest bounties bringing, Has dealt with me in love.

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• [Mzm 13:1] How Long Wilt Thou Forget Me, Lord?

  How long wilt Thou forget me, Lord? Shall it for ever be? O how long shall it be that Thou Wilt hide Thy face from me? How long take counsel in my soul, Still sad in heart, shall I? How long exalted over me Shall be mine enemy? O Lord my God, consider well, And answer to me make: Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep Of death me overtake: Lest that mine enemy should say, Against him I prevailed; And those that trouble me rejoice, When I am moved and failed. But I have all my confidence Thy mercy set upon; My heart within me shall rejoice In Thy salvation. I will unto the Lord my God Sing praises cheerfully, Because He hath His bounty shown To me abundantly.

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• [Mzm 13:1] How Long Wilt Thou Conceal Thy Face?

  How long wilt Thou conceal Thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav’nly rays That chase my fears away? How long shall my poor laboring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control And ease my raging pain. See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. Be Thou my sun, and Thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed In death’s eternal sleep. How would the tempter boast aloud If I become his prey! Behold, the sons of hell grow proud At Thy so long delay. But they shall fly at Thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of Thy look, And hears Thy voice with dread. Thou wilt display Thy sovereign grace, Where all my hopes have hung, I shall employ my lips in praise And victory shall be sung.

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Mazmur 22:1

• [Mzm 22:1] My God, My God, I Cry To Thee

  My God, my God, I cry to Thee; O why hast Thou forsaken me? Afar from me, Thou dost not heed, Though day and night for help I plead. But Thou art holy in Thy ways, Enthroned upon Thy people’s praise; Our fathers put their trust in Thee, Believed, and Thou didst set them free. They cried, and, trusting in Thy Name, Were saved, and were not put to shame; But in the dust mine honor lies, While all reproach and all despise. My words a cause for scorn they make, The lip they curl, the head they shake, And, mocking, bid me trust the Lord Till He salvation shall afford. My trust on Thee I learned to rest When I was on my mother’s breast; From birth Thou art my God alone, Thy care my life has ever known. O let Thy strength and presence cheer, For trouble and distress are near; Be Thou not far away from Me, I have no source of help but Thee. Unnumbered foes would do me wrong, They press about me, fierce and strong, Like beasts of prey, their rage they vent, My courage fails, my strength is spent. Down unto death Thou leadest me, Consumed by thirst and agony; With cruel hate and anger fierce My helpless hands and feet they pierce. While on my wasted form they stare, The garments torn from me they share, My shame and sorrow heeding not, And for my robe they cast the lot. O Lord, afar no longer stay; O Thou my Helper, haste, I pray; From death and evil set me free; I live, for Thou didst answer me. I live and will declare Thy fame Where brethren gather in Thy Name; Where all Thy faithful people meet, I will Thy worthy praise repeat.

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• [Mzm 22:1] Now Let Our Mournful Songs Record

  Now let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When He complained in tears and blood, As one forsaken of his God. The Jews beheld Him thus forlorn, And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn: “He rescued others from the grave; Now let him try himself to save. “This is the man did once pretend God was his Father and his Friend; If God the blessèd loved him so, Why doth He fail to help him now?” Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left Him in their power. They wound His head, His hands, His feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot His garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which He died. But God, the Father, heard His cry; Raised from the dead, He reigns on high; The nations learn His righteousness, And humble sinners taste His grace.

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• [Mzm 22:1] O God, My God, Wherefore Dost Thou

  O God, my God, wherefore dost Thou Forsake me utterly? And helpest not when I do make My great complaint and cry? To Thee, my God, e’en all day long I do both cry and call; I cease not all the night, and yet Thou hearest not at all. But Thou that in Thy holy place For evermore dost dwell; Thou art the joy, the comfort, and Glory of Israel: And Him in Whom our fathers old Had all their hope and stay; Who, when they put their trust in Thee, Delivered’st them alway. They were preservèd ever when They called upon Thy Name; And for the faith they had in Thee, They were not put to shame. But I am now become more like A worm than to a man, An outcast, whom the people scorn With all the spite they can. All men despise as they behold Me walking on the way: They grin, make mouths, and nod their heads, And on this wise do say. This man did glory in the Lord, His favor and His love: Let Him redeem and help him now, His pow’r if he will prove. But from the prison of the womb I was by Thee released; Thou didst preserve me still in hope, Whilst I did suck the breast: I was committed from my birth With Thee to have abode; Since I came from my mother’s womb, Thou hast been still my God. Then, Lord, depart not now from me In this my present grief, Since I have none to be my help, My succor and relief. For many bulls do compass me, That be full strong of head; Yea, bulls so fat, as though they had In Basan field been fed. They gape upon me greedily, As though they would me slay; Much like a lion roaring out, And ramping for his prey. But I drop down like water shed, My joints in sunder break, My heart doth in my body melt Like wax, I am so weak. My strength doth like a potsherd dry, My tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws, and I am brought To dust of death at last. For many dogs do compass me, In council they do meet, Conspiring still against my life, Piercing my hands and feet. I was tormented so that I Might all my bones have told, Whilst they do look and stare at me, When they do me behold. My garments they divided have In parts among them all; And for my coat they did cast lots To whom it should befall. Therefore, I pray Thee, be not far From me at my great need, But rather, since Thou art my strength, To help me, Lord, make speed: And from the sword save Thou my soul By Thy might and Thy pow’r, And ever keep my darling dear From dogs that would devour; And from the lion’s mouth that would Me all in sunder tear; From ’midst the horns of unicorns, O Lord, Thou didst me hear. When shall I to my brethren all Thy Majesty record, And in Thy church shall praise the Name Of Thee the living Lord. All ye that fear Him, praise the Lord, Thou, Jacob, Him adore, And all ye seed of Israel, Fear Him for evermore. For He despiseth not the poor, He hideth not away His countenance when they do call, But hears them when they pray, Among the folk that fear the Lord, I will therefore proclaim Thy praise, and keep my promise made For setting forth Thy Name. The poor shall eat and be sufficed; Such as their minds do give To seek the Lord, and praise His Name, Their hearts shall ever live. The coasts of all the earth shall praise The Lord, and seek His grace; The heathen folk shall worship all Before His blessèd face. The kingdoms of the heathen folk The Lord shall have therefore; And he shall be their Governor And King for evermore. The rich men of His goodly gifts Shall taste and feed also, And in His presence worship Him, And bow their knees full low. And all that shall go down to dust, Of life by Him shall taste; A seed shall serve and worship Him, Till time away shall waste. They shall declare and plainly show His truth and righteousness, Unto a people yet unborn, Who shall His Name confess.

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• [Mzm 22:1] Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?

  Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell Among Thy praising saints, Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. Our fathers trusted in Thy Name, And great deliverance found; But I’m a worm, despised of men, And trodden to the ground. Shaking the head, they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; “In vain he trusts in God,” they cry, “Neglected and forlorn.” But Thou art He Who formed my flesh By Thine almighty Word; And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord. Why will my Father hide His face, When foes stand threatning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not a helper found? Behold Thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. From earth and hell My sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail My hands, they pierce My feet, And try to vex My heart. Yet if Thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heav’nly Father bruise The Son He loves so well? My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup But I resign my will to Thee, And drink the sorrows up. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought Me down Low as the dust of death. Father, I give My Spirit up, And trust it in Thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at Thy command.

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Mazmur 30:1

• [Mzm 30:1] O Lord, By Thee Delivered

  O Lord, by Thee delivered, I Thee with songs extol; My foes Thou hast not suffered to glory o’er my fall. O Lord, my God, I sought Thee, and Thou didst heal and save; Thou, Lord, from death didst ransom and keep me from the grave. His holy Name remember, ye saints, give thanks and praise; His anger lasts a moment, His favor all our days; For sorrow, like a pilgrim, may tarry for a night, But joy the heart will gladden when dawns the morning light. In prosperous days I boasted, “Unmoved I shall remain”; For Lord, Thy good favor my cause didst maintain; I soon was sorely troubled, for Thou didst hide Thy face; I cried to Thee, Jehovah, I sought Jehovah’s grace. What profit if I perish, if life Thou dost not spare? Shall dust repeat Thy praises, shall it Thy truth declare? O Lord, on me have mercy, and my petition hear; That Thou mayst be my Helper, in mercy, Lord, appear. My grief is turned to gladness, to Thee my thanks I raise; Who hast removed my sorrow and girded me with praise; And now, no longer silent, my heart Thy praise will sing; O Lord, my God, forever my thanks to Thee I bring.

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• [Mzm 30:1] O, Lord, My God

  O Lord, my God! I will keep on thanking You—forever O, Father! O Lord, my God! I will keep on thanking You—forever O, Father! You lift me up, You keep my enemies away. My soul sings of your faithfulness! You’re my Foundation, Lord, a rock that I can lean on. Your Word will live forevermore! I know, my Lord, that You have ransomed me from death. O, help me never to forget! Into Your hands do I commit my grateful spirit, With You I will not be afraid! O, Lord, my God, how You have filled my emptiness. I’m like a stream, You’re like the rain. O, Lord my God, now I can see Your plan for me—ev’rywhere I go, there You will be! Repeat Chorus

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Mazmur 39:1

• [Mzm 39:1] With Firm Resolve I Held My Peace

  With firm resolve I held my peace And spake not either bad or good, Lest I should utter sinful thoughts While wicked men before me stood. While I was dumb my grief was stirred, My heart grew hot with thought suppressed; The while I mused the fire increased, Then to the Lord I made request. Make me, O Lord, to know my end, Teach me the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am And turn from pride and sinful ways. My time is nothing in Thy sight, Behold, my days are but a span; Yea, truly, at his best estate, A breath, a fleeting breath, is man. Man’s life is passed in vain desire If troubled years be spent for gain; He knows not whose his wealth shall be, And all his toil is but in vain. And now, O Lord, what wait I for? I have no hope except in Thee; Let not ungodly men reproach, From all transgressions set me free. Because Thou didst it I was dumb, I spoke no word of rash complaint; Remove Thy stroke away from me, Beneath Thy chastisement I faint. When Thou for his iniquity Rebukest and correctest man, His beauty is consumed away; How weak his strength, how vain his plan. Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry; I weep; be Thou my Comforter. I am a stranger here below, A pilgrim as my fathers were. O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath, Deal gently with me, I implore, That I may yet recover strength Ere I go hence and be no more.

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Mazmur 75:1

• [Mzm 75:1] Great God Of Nations, Now To Thee

  Great God of nations, now to Thee Our hymn of gratitude we raise; With humble heart and bending knee We offer Thee our song of praise. Thy Name we bless, Almighty God, For all the kindness Thou hast shown To this fair land the pilgrims trod, This land we fondly call our own. Here freedom spreads her banner wide And casts her soft and hallowed ray; Here Thou our fathers’ steps didst guide In safety through their dangerous way. We praise Thee that the Gospel’s light Through all our land its radiance sheds, Dispels the shades of error’s night, And heavenly blessings round us spreads. Great God, preserve us in Thy fear; In danger still our Guardian be; O spread Thy truth’s bright precepts here; Let all the people worship Thee.

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• [Mzm 75:1] To Thee, O God, We Render Thanks

  To Thee, O God, we render thanks, To Thee give thanks sincere, Because Thy wondrous works declare That Thou art ever near. Thy righteous judgment, Thou hast said, Shall in due time appear, And Thou Who didst establish it Wilt fill the earth with fear. Thou teachest meekness to the proud, And makest sinners know That none is Judge but God alone, To honor or bring low. Jehovah holds a cup of wrath, And holds it not in vain, For all the wicked of the earth Its bitter dregs shall drain. The God of Israel I will praise And all His glory show; The righteous He will high exalt And bring the wicked low.

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Mazmur 77:1

• [Mzm 77:1] To God I Cried With Mournful Voice

  To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought His gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, Thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called Thy judgments o’er. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld Thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold Thy grace. I called Thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? Will He for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has He forgot His tender love? Shall anger still prevail? But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what Thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. I’ll think again of all Thy ways, And talk Thy wonders o’er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love Thy Word Have in Thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord.

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Mazmur 79:1

• [Mzm 79:1] In Thy Heritage The Heathen

  In Thy heritage the heathen Now, O God, triumphant stand; They defile Thy holy temple, They destroy Thy chosen land; Ruthless, they have slain Thy servants, They have caused Thy saints to mourn; In the sight of all about us We endure reproach and scorn. O how long against Thy people Shall Thine anger burn, O Lord? On Thine enemies, the heathen, Be Thine indignation poured; Smite the kingdoms that defy Thee, Calling not upon Thy Name; They have long devoured Thy people And have swept Thy land with flame. O remember not against us Evil by our fathers wrought; Haste to help us in Thy mercy Near to ruin we are brought; Help us, God of our salvation, For the glory of Thy Name; For Thy Name’s sake come and save us, Take away our sin and shame. Let Thy foes no longer scorn Thee, Now avenge Thy servants slain; Loose the prisoner, save the dying, All Thine enemies restrain; Then Thy flock, Thy chosen people, Unto Thee their thanks shall raise, And to every generation We will sing Thy glorious praise.

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• [Mzm 79:1] Remember Not, O God

  Remember not, O God, The sins of long ago; In tender mercy visit us, Distressed and humbled low. O Lord, our Savior, help, And glorify Thy Name; Deliver us from all our sins, And take away our shame. In Thy compassion hear Thy prisoner’s plaintive sigh, And in the greatness of Thy power Save those about to die. Then, safe within Thy fold, We will exalt Thy Name; Our thankful hearts with songs of joy Thy goodness will proclaim.

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Mazmur 80:1

• [Mzm 80:1] Faithful Shepherd, Feed Me

  Faithful Shepherd, feed me In the pastures green; Faithful Shepherd, lead me Where Thy steps are seen. Hold me fast, and guide me In the narrow way; So, with Thee beside me, I shall never stray. Daily bring me nearer To the heav’nly shore; Make my faith grow clearer, May I love Thee more. Hallow every pleasure, Every gift and pain; Be Thyself my treasure, Though none else I gain. Day by day prepare me As Thou seest best, Then let angels bear me To Thy promised rest.

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• [Mzm 80:1] O Thou Who The Shepherd Of Israel Art

  O Thou Who the Shepherd of Israel art, Give ear to our pray’r and Thy favor impart; Thou Leader of Joseph, Thou Guide of his way, ’Mid cherubim dwelling, Thy glory display. In Ephraim’s, Manasseh’s and Benjamin’s sight, O come Thou and save us; awake in Thy might. O God, give us favor, restore to Thy grace; And then we shall live in the light of Thy face. From Egypt’s dark border a vine Thou didst take; Destroying the heathen didst room for it make. Where planted it grew at Thy sov’reign command, With roots deeply set and boughs filling the land. The axe hews it down; it is burned in the fire; They perish, rebuked in Thy terrible ire. O lay then Thy hand on the Man of Thy might, The Son of Man made to stand strong in Thy sight. No more shall we wander, delighting in shame; Revive us, O Lord, we will call on Thy Name. O Lord God of Hosts, us restore to Thy grace, And then we shall live in the light of Thy face.

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Mazmur 88:1

• [Mzm 88:1] Lord, The God Of My Salvation

  Lord, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry to Thee; Let my prayer now find acceptance, in Thy mercy answer me. Full of troubles and affliction, nigh to death my soul is brought, Helpless, like one cast forever from Thy care and from Thy thought. Thou hast brought me down to darkness, ’neath Thy wrath I am oppressed; All the billows of affliction overwhelm my soul distressed. Thou hast made my friends despise me, and companionless I go, Bound, and helpless in my bondage, pining in my bitter woe. Unto Thee, with hands uplifted, daily I direct my cry; Hear, O Lord, my supplication, hear and save me ere I die. Wilt Thou wait to show Thy wonders and Thy mercy to the dead? Let me live to tell Thy praises, by Thy lovingkindness led. Still, O Lord, renewed each morning unto Thee my prayer shall be; Cast me not away forever, let me now Thy favor see. All my life is spent in sorrow, grief and terror always nigh, Waves of wrath have surged about me; show Thy mercy ere I die. Friend and lover are departed, dark and lonely is my way; Lord, be Thou my Friend and Helper, still to Thee, O Lord, I pray. Lord, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry to Thee; Let my prayer now find acceptance; in Thy mercy answer me.

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Mazmur 98:1

• [Mzm 98:1] Come, Let Us Sing Before The Lord

  Come, let us sing before the Lord New songs of praise with sweet accord, For wonders great by Him are done, His mighty arm has victory won. The great salvation of our God Is seen through all the earth abroad; Before the nations’ wondering sight He has revealed His truth and right. He called to mind the truth and grace Bestowed upon His chosen race, And unto earth’s remotest bound Glad tidings of salvation sound. All lands, to God lift up your voice, Sing praise to Him, with shouts rejoice; With voice of joy and loud acclaim Let all unite and praise His Name. Praise ye the Lord with harp and song, With voice of psalms His praise prolong; In swelling chorus gladly sing And shout before the Lord, the King. Let earth be glad, let ocean roar, And praises sound from shore to shore; Let floods and hills with glad accord Show forth their joy before the Lord. For, lo, He comes; at His command All nations shall in judgment stand; In justice robed, and throned in light, The Lord shall judge, dispensing right.

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• [Mzm 98:1] Come, Let Us Sing Unto The Lord

  Come, let us sing unto the Lord, New songs of praise with sweet accord; For wonders great by Him are done; His hand and arm have victory won, His hand and arm have victory won. The great salvation of our God Is seen through all the earth abroad; Before the heathen’s wondering sight, He hath revealed His truth and right, He hath revealed His truth and right. He called to mind His truth and grace In promise made to Israel’s race; And unto earth’s remotest bound, Glad tidings of salvation sound, Glad tidings of salvation sound. All lands to God lift up your voice; Sing praise to Him, with shouts rejoice; With voice of joy and loud acclaim, Let all unite and praise His Name, Let all unite and praise His Name.

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• [Mzm 98:1] Sing A New Song To Jehovah

  Sing a new song to Jehovah, for the wonders He has wrought, His right hand and arm most holy triumph to His cause have brought. In His love and tender mercy He has made salvation known, In the sight of every nation He His righteousness has shown. Truth and mercy toward His people He has ever kept in mind, And His full and free salvation He has shown to all mankind. Sing, O earth, sing to Jehovah, praises to Jehovah sing; With the swelling notes of music shout before the Lord, the King. Seas and all your fullness, thunder, all earth’s peoples, now rejoice, Floods and hills, in praise uniting, to the Lord lift up your voice. For, behold, Jehovah cometh, robed in justice and in might; He alone will judge the nations, and His judgment shall be right.

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• [Mzm 98:1] Songs Anew Of Honor Framing

  Songs anew of honor framing, Sing ye to the Lord alone; All His wondrous works proclaiming, Jesus wondrous works hath done! Glorious victory, glorious victory, His right hand and arm have won. Refrain Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, praise the Lord! Now He bids his great salvation Through the heathen lands be told; Tidings spread through every nation, And His acts of grace unfold. All the heathen, all the heathen Shall His righteousness behold. Refrain Shout aloud, and hail the Savior; Jesus, Lord of all, proclaim! As ye triumph in His favor, All ye lands declare His fame. Loud rejoicing, loud rejoicing, Shout the honors of His Name! Refrain

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• [Mzm 98:1] Unto God Our Savior

  Unto God our Savior sing a joyful song; Wondrous are His doings, for His arm is strong. He was wrought salvation, He has made it known, And before the nations is His justice known. Joyful, all ye people, sing before the Lord; Shout and sing His praises now in glad accord; With the harp and trumpet joyful praises bring; Come, rejoice before Him, God, the Lord, your King. Waves of mighty ocean, earth with fullness stored, Floods and fields and mountains, sing before the Lord; For He comes with justice, evil to redress, And to judge the nations in His righteousness.

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• [Mzm 98:1] With Glory Clad, With Strength Arrayed

  With glory clad, with strength arrayed, The Lord, that o’er all nature reigns, The world’s foundations strongly laid, And the vast fabric still sustains. How surely stablished is Thy throne, Which shall no change or period see! For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone, Art God from all eternity. The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, And toss the troubled waves on high; But God above can still their noise, And make the angry sea comply. Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure, And they that in Thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel.

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Mazmur 51:1

• [Mzm 51:1] God, Be Mer­ci­ful To Me

  God, be merciful to me, On Thy grace I rest my plea; Plenteous in compassion Thou, Blot out my transgressions now; Wash me, make me pure within, Cleanse, O cleanse me from my sin. My transgressions I confess, Grief and guilt my soul oppress; I have sinned against Thy grace And provoked Thee to Thy face; I confess Thy judgment just, Speechless, I Thy mercy trust. I am evil, born in sin; Thou desirest truth within. Thou alone my Savior art, Teach Thy wisdom to my heart; Make me pure, Thy grace bestow, Wash me whiter than the snow. Broken, humbled to the dust By Thy wrath and judgment just, Let my contrite heart rejoice And in gladness hear Thy voice; From my sins O hide Thy face, Blot them out in boundless grace. Gracious God, my heart renew, Make my spirit right and true; Cast me not away from Thee, Let Thy Spirit dwell in me; Thy salvation’s joy impart, Steadfast make my willing heart. Sinners then shall learn from me And return, O God, to Thee; Savior, all my guilt remove, And my tongue shall sing Thy love; Touch my silent lips, O Lord, And my mouth shall praise accord.

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• [Mzm 51:1] Show Pi­ty, Lord, O Lord, For­give

  Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not Thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in Thee? My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of Thy grace: Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, So let Thy pardoning love be found. O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offenses pain my eyes. My lips with shame my sins confess Against Thy law, against Thy grace: Lord, should Thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce Thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round Thy Word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

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Mazmur 63:1

• [Mzm 63:1] Early, My God, Without Delay

  Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek Thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without Thy cheering grace. So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. I’ve seen Thy glory and Thy power Through all Thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heav’nly hour, That vision so divine. Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when Thy richer grace I taste, And in Thy presence dwell. Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As Thy forgiving love. Thus till my last expiring day I’ll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.

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• [Mzm 63:1] Hand In Hand

  Now begin the heavenly race— The Savior calls today; Let us early seek His face, And early learn to pray. Refrain Hand in hand we’ll journey on, Reaching forward to the prize, Hoping, trusting in the Lord, Where all our vigor lies. He Who left His Father’s throne, To suffer, bleed and die, He Who made our grief his own, Will every want supply. Refrain They who on His Name believe, And patiently endure, Life eternal shall receive, And find His mercy sure. Refrain Now begin the heavenly race, No more, no more delay; To the healing fount of grace, Rejoicing, haste away. Refrain

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• [Mzm 63:1] I Hunger And I Thirst

  I hunger and I thirst, Jesu, my manna be; Ye living waters, burst Out of the rock for me. Thou bruised and broken Bread, My life-long wants supply; As living souls are fed, O feed me, or I die. Thou true life-giving Vine, Let me Thy sweetness prove; Renew my life with Thine, Refresh my soul with love. Rough paths my feet have trod Since first their course began; Feed me, Thou Bread of God; Help me, Thou Son of Man. For still the desert lies My thirsting soul before; O living waters, rise Within me evermore.

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• [Mzm 63:1] My God! Permit My Tongue

  My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call Thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste Thy love divine. My thirsty, fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore; Not travelers in desert lands Can pant for water more. Within Thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel Thy quick’ning grace. For life without Thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord. To Thee I’ll lift my hands, And praise Thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. In wakeful hours at night I call my God to mind; I think how wise Thy counsels are, And all Thy dealings kind. Since thou hast been my help, To Thee my spirit flies, And on Thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. The shadow of Thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And He supports my steps.

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• [Mzm 63:1] O God, My God, My All Thou Art!

  O God, my God, my all Thou art! Ere shines the dawn of rising day, Thy sovereign light within my heart, Thy all enlivening power display. For Thee my thirsty soul doth pant, While in this desert land I live; And hungry as I am, and faint, Thy love alone can comfort give. In a dry land, behold I place My whole desire on Thee, O Lord; And more I joy to gain Thy grace, Than all earth’s treasures can afford. More dear than life itself, Thy love My heart and tongue shall still employ And to declare Thy praise will prove My peace, my glory, and my joy. In blessing Thee with grateful songs My happy life shall glide away; The praise that to Thy Name belongs Hourly with lifted hands I’ll pay. Abundant sweetness, while I sing Thy love, my ravished heart o’erflows; Secure in Thee, my God and King, Of glory that no period knows.

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• [Mzm 63:1] O God, Thou Art My God Alone

  O God, Thou art my God alone; Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. O that it were as it hath been! When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen, And marked the footsteps of Thy grace. Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on Thee, my God; Thy hand, unseen, upholds my ways; I safely tread where Thou hast trod. Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed; Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in Heaven above, Or what on earth, compared to Thee? Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice; My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.

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• [Mzm 63:1] O Lord, My God, Most Earnestly

  O Lord, my God, most earnestly My heart would seek Thy face, Within Thy holy house once more To see Thy glorious grace. Apart from Thee I long and thirst, And naught can satisfy; I wander in a desert land Where all the streams are dry. The lovingkindness of my God Is more than life to me; So I will bless Thee while I live And lift my prayer to Thee. In Thee my soul is satisfied, My darkness turns to light; And joyful meditations fill The watches of the night. My Savior, ’neath Thy sheltering wings My soul delights to dwell; Still closer to Thy side I press, For near Thee all is well.

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• [Mzm 63:1] O Saints Of Old, Nor Yours Alone

  O saints of old, not yours alone The search for God shall be; We take the glory for our own; Lord, we are seeking Thee. Not only when ascends the song And soundeth sweet the word; Not only with the Sabbath throng, Our souls would seek the Lord. We would not to our daily task Without our God repair, But in the world His presence ask, And seek His glory there. O everywhere, O every day, The grace is still outpoured; We work, we watch, we strive, we pray, Behold Thy seekers, Lord.

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• [Mzm 63:1] Thou Art My God, O God Of Grace

  Thou art my God, O God of grace, And earnestly I seek Thy face, My heart cries out for Thee; My spirit thirsts Thy grace to taste, An exile in this desert waste In which no waters be, In which no waters be. I long as in the times of old Thy power and glory to behold Within Thy holy place; Because Thy tender love I see, More precious far than life to me, My lips shall praise Thy grace, My lips shall praise Thy grace. Thus will I bless Thee while I live, And with uplifted hands will give Praise to Thy holy Name; When by Thy bounty well supplied, Then shall my soul be satisfied, My mouth shall praise proclaim, My mouth shall praise proclaim. My lips shall in Thy praise delight When on my bed I rest at night And meditate on Thee; Because Thy hand assistance brings, Beneath the shadow of Thy wings My heart shall joyful be, My heart shall joyful be.

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• [Mzm 63:1] When Mother Love Makes All Things Bright

  When mother love makes all things bright, When joy comes with the morning light, When children gather round their tree, Thou Christmas Babe, we sing of Thee. When manhood’s brows are bent in thought To learn what men of old have taught, When eager hands seek wisdom’s key, Wise Temple Child, we learn of Thee. When doubts assail, and perils fright, When, groping blindly in the night, We strive to read life’s mystery, Man of the Mount, we turn to Thee. When shadows of the valley fall, When sin and death the soul appall, One light we through the darkness see— Christ on the Cross, we cry to Thee.

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• [Mzm 63:1] While Thee I Seek, Protecting Power

  While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To Thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore. In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see: My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on Thee.

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