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Mazmur 45:10

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Mazmur 30:3

• [Mzm 30:3] I Will Extol Thee, Lord On High

  I will extol Thee, Lord on high, At Thy command diseases fly: Who but a God can speak and save, From the dark borders of the grave? Sing to the Lord, ye saints of His, And tell how large His goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless While you record His holiness. His anger but a moment stays; His love is life and length of days; Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 30:3] Lift Your Glad Voices In Triumph On High

  Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die; Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him, Resplendent in glory to live and to save! Loud was the chorus of angels on high, The Savior hath risen, and man shall not die. Glory to God, in full anthems of joy; The being He gave us death cannot destroy: Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to Heaven ascend: Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 50:16

• [Mzm 50:16] Thus Speaks The Lord To Wick­ed Men

  Thus speaks the Lord to wicked men: My statutes why do you declare? Why take My covenant in your mouth, Since ye for wisdom do not care? For ye My holy words profane And cast them from you in disdain. Ye have consented with the thief, Ye have partaken with the vile, Your mouths to evil words ye give, Your tongues proclaim deceit and guile, Ye glory in your brother’s shame, Your mother’s son do you defame. Thus have ye done; I silence kept, And this has been your secret thought, That I was wholly as yourselves, To take your evil deeds as naught; I will reprove you and array Your deeds before your eyes this day. Consider this, who God forget Lest I destroy with none to free; Who offers sacrifice of thanks, He glorifies and honors Me; To him who orders well his way Salvation free I will display.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 119:49

• [Mzm 119:49] Lord, Thy Word To Me Remember

  Lord, Thy Word to me remember, Thou hast made me hope in Thee; This my comfort in affliction, That Thy Word has quickened me. Mocked by those who are unrighteous, Still to Thy commands I cleave; Thinking on Thy former judgments, Help and comfort I receive. Wicked men, Thy law forsaking, Stirred my indignation strong; For in all my pilgrim journey Thy commandments are my song. Thou hast been my meditation And Thy law has been my guide; I have kept Thy righteous precepts, And have found them true and tried.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 137:5

• [Mzm 137:5] I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord

  I love Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode, The church our blessed Redeemer saved With His own precious blood. I love Thy church, O God. Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And written on Thy hand. If e’er to bless Thy sons My voice or hands deny, These hands let useful skills forsake, This voice in silence die. Should I with scoffers join Her altars to abuse? No! Better far my tongue were dumb, My hand its skill should lose. For her my tears shall fall For her my prayers ascend, To her my cares and toils be given Till toils and cares shall end. Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. Jesus, Thou Friend divine, Our Savior and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield And brighter bliss of Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 137:5] Far From My Heavenly Home

  Far from my heavenly home, Far from my Father’s breast, Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come And speed me to my rest. Upon the willows long My harp has silent hung: How should I sing a cheerful song Till Thou inspire my tongue? My spirit homeward turns And fain would thither flee; My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. To thee, to thee I press, A dark and toilsome road; When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saint’s abode? God of my life, be near; On Thee my hopes I cast: O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last.

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  source: Cyberhymnal