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Mazmur 48:10

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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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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 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 57:9

• [Mzm 57:9] Sing, Ye Ransomed Nations, Sing

  Sing, ye ransomed nations, sing Praises to our new-born King; Son of Man our Maker is, Lord of Hosts and Prince of Peace. Lo! He lays His glory by, Emptied of His majesty! See the God Who all things made, Humbly in a manger laid. Cast we off our needless fear, Boldly to His cratch draw near; Jesus is our flesh and bone, God-with-Us is all our own. Let us then with angels gaze On our new-born Monarch’s face, With the choir celestial joined, Shout the Savior of mankind. Son of Man, will He despise Man’s well meaning sacrifice? No; with condescending grace He accepts His creature’s praise. Will His majesty disdain The poor shepherd’s simple strain? No; for Israel’s Shepherd He Loves their artless melody. He will not refuse the song Of the stammering infant’s tongue; Babes He hears humanely mild, Once Himself a little Child. Let us then our Prince proclaim, Humbly chant Immanuel’s Name; Publish at His wondrous birth Praise in Heaven and peace on earth. Triumph in our Savior’s love, Till He takes us up above, All His majesty displays, Shows us all His glorious face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal