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Mazmur 113:1

• [Mzm 113:1] Hallelujah! Raise, O Raise

  Hallelujah! raise, O raise To our God the song of praise; All His servants join to sing God our Savior and our King. Blessèd be forevermore That dread Name which we adore; Round the world His praise be sung Through all lands, in every tongue. O’er all nations God alone, Higher than the heav’ns His throne; Who is like to God most high, Infinite in majesty! Yet to view the heav’ns He bends; Yea, to earth He condescends; Passing by the rich and great, For the low and desolate. He can raise the poor to stand With the princes of the land; Wealth upon the needy shower; Set him with the high in power. He the broken spirit cheers: Turns to joy the mourner’s tears; Such the wonders of His ways; Praise His Name, forever praise!

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• [Mzm 113:1] Praise God, Ye Servants Of The Lord

  Praise God, ye servants of the Lord, O praise His Name with one accord; Bless ye the Lord, His Name adore From this time forth forevermore, From this time forth forevermore. From rising unto setting sun Praised be the Lord, the Mighty One; He reigns o’er all, supreme in might, Above the heavens in glory bright, Above the heavens in glory bright. On whom but God can we rely, The Lord our God Who reigns on high, Who condescends to see and know The things of heaven and earth below, The things of heaven and earth below? He lifts the poor and makes them great, With joy He fills the desolate; Praise ye the Lord and bless His Name, His mercy and His might proclaim, His mercy and His might proclaim. The barren woman feels His power And comes to sacred motherhood, Adorns with grace the home of man. Sing hallelujah! God is good.

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• [Mzm 113:1] Servants Of God, In Joyful Lays

  Servants of God, in joyful lays, Sing ye the Lord Jehovah’s praise; His glorious Name let all adore, From age to age, forevermore. Blest be that Name, supremely blest, From the sun’s rising to its rest; Above the heav’ns His pow’r is known, Through all the earth His goodness shown. Who is like God? so great, so high, He bows Himself to view the sky; And yet, with condescending grace, Looks down upon the human race. He hears the uncomplaining moan Of those who sit and weep alone; He lifts the mourner from the dust; In Him the poor may safely trust. O then, aloud, in joyful lays, Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s praise; His saving Name let all adore, From age to age, forevermore.

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Mazmur 3:1-8

• [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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• [Mzm 3:5] O Lord, How Many Are My Foes

  O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, But my defense and hope is God. Tired with the burdens of the day, To Thee I raised an evening cry: Thou heard’st when I began to pray, And Thine almighty help was nigh. Supported by Thine heav’nly aid, I laid me down, and slept secure: Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. But God sustained me all the night: Salvation doth to God belong; He raised my head to see the light, And make His praise my morning song.

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• [Mzm 3:8] Great Source Of Unexhausted Good

  Great Source of unexhausted good, Who givest us health and friends and food And peace and calm content; Like fragrant incense, to the skies, Let songs of grateful praises rise For all Thy blessings lent. Through all the dangers of the day, Thy providence attends our way, To guard us and to guide; Thy grace directs our wandering will, And warns us, lest seducing ill Allure our souls aside. To Thee our lives, our all, we owe, Our peace and sweetest joys below, And brightest hopes above; Then let our lives, and all that’s ours, Our souls, and all our active powers, Be sacred to Thy love.

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• [Mzm 3:8] Thy Blessing, O Lord

  Thy blessing, O Lord, With peace us afford; Protect and keep us from danger. Thy face ever bright With heavenly light Let shine now upon us, Thy children. Thy countenance lift, And grant us Thy gift, The peace that abideth forever. That thus we may be Forever with Thee; O Jesus, say “Amen,” yea, “Amen.”
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