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Mazmur 116:12

Mazmur 116:14-15

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Mazmur 10:1-2

• [Mzm 10:1] O Why So Far Removed

  O why so far removed, O Lord, And why so distant be; Why hidest Thou Thy face from us In our anxiety? The wicked in unholy pride The lowly poor oppress; Let them be taken in the snare Of their own craftiness. The wicked in his arrogance Refuses God to fear, Nor is it in his thoughts at all The sovereign God to hear. His ways are grievous and Thy laws Too high for him to see; He therefore his defiance bids, And taunts his enemy. For he within his heart has said, I suffer no distress, Adversity comes not to me, I still have had success. In cursing and deceit and fraud His tongue is ever skilled; With festering iniquity His mouth is ever filled. He lurks in village hiding place, And in dark corners bent, He watches for the humble poor, To seize the innocent. In stealth he cowers covertly As lion in his lair, That he may pounce upon the poor, And catch him in his snare. He crouches low so that the poor To his strong friends may fall, And tells himself that God forgets Or sees it not at all. Arise, O Lord, and lift Thy hand, The poor in memory keep. How can the wicked blaspheme God And say He is asleep? For surely Thou dost see, O Lord, Dost see the sin and spite; And when the helpless look to Thee Thou dost their wrong requite. Break Thou the force of evil men, Befriend the fatherless, Trace out the wicked everywhere, Uproot their wickedness. The Lord our God is sovereign still, The heathen all are slain. Thou, Lord, hast heard the suppliant’s prayer And dost his heart sustain. No more shall boasting arrogance Or taunting pride oppress; The poor and orphaned Thou wilt hear And judge with righteousness.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 10:1] Wherefore Is It That Thou, O Lord

  Wherefore is it that Thou, O Lord, Dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest Thou Thyself, When times so troublous are? The wicked in his loftiness Doth persecute the poor: In these devices they have fram’d Let them be taken sure. The wicked of his heart’s desire Doth talk with boasting great; He blesseth him that’s covetous, Whom yet the Lord doth hate. The wicked, through his pride of face, On God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart The Lord is not at all. His ways they always grievous are; Thy judgments from his sight Removèd are: at all his foes He puffeth with despight. Within his heart he thus hath said, I shall not movèd be; And no adversity at all Shall ever come to me. His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, Is fill’d abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is Mischief and vanity. He closely sits in villages; He slays the innocent: Against the poor that pass him by His cruel eyes are bent. He, lion-like, lurks in his den; He waits the poor to take; And when he draws him in his net, His prey he doth him make. Himself he humbleth very low, He croucheth down withal, That so a multitude of poor May by his strong ones fall. He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot; He hides His countenance, and He For ever sees it not. O Lord, do Thou arise; O God, Lift up Thine hand on high: Put not the meek afflicted ones Out of Thy memory. Why is it that the wicked man Thus doth the Lord despise? Because that God will it require He in his heart denies. Thou hast it seen; for their mischief And spite Thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to Thee; Thou art the orphan’s stay. The arm break of the wicked man, And of the evil one; Do Thou seek out his wickedness, Until Thou findest none. The Lord is King through ages all, Ev’n to eternity; The heathen people from His land Are perish’d utterly. O Lord, of those that humble are Thou the desire didst hear; Thou wilt prepare their heart, and Thou To hear wilt bend Thine ear; To judge the fatherless, and those That are oppressèd sore; That man, that is but sprung of earth, May them oppress no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 10:1] Why Dost Thou Stand Afar

  Why dost Thou stand afar, O Lord, in our distress? And why dost Thou conceal Thyself When troublous times oppress? Do Thou, O Lord, arise; O God, lift up Thy hand; Forget Thou not the suffering poor, The humble in the land. Their foes Thou dost behold, Their wrongs Thou wilt repay; The poor commit themselves to Thee, Thou art the orphans’ stay. Thou, Lord, hast heard their prayer When humble hearts drew nigh; Thou also wilt revive their strength And ever hear their cry. Defend the fatherless, And all who are oppressed, That they by human pride and power May be no more distressed.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 10:1] 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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 10:1] Why Standest Thou Afar, O Lord?

  Why standest Thou afar, O Lord, Why art Thou hid in trouble’s hour? The wicked persecute the poor In haughty pride and reckless power. Let their devices work their fall, For in their shame is all their pride; And while they seek unrighteous gain The Lord of justice is defied. The wicked thinks, in foolish pride, There is no God Who will repay; He has no fear of God or man Because God’s judgments long delay. Unmoved by fear of coming doom, On fraud and wickedness intent, With craft he lurks and waits to catch The helpless and the innocent. A lion crouching for his prey, He waits the poor to overthrow; He thinks that God remembers not, Or hides His face and will not know. Arise, O Lord, lift up Thy hand, O God, protect the poor and meek; Why should the proud Thy justice doubt, And words of bold defiance speak? O Lord, Thou wilt indeed requite, The sin and sorrow Thou dost see; The helpless and the fatherless Commit themselves, O Lord, to Thee. Break Thou the power of wicked men And let their works no longer stand, The Lord is King forevermore, Who drove the nations from His land. Lord, Thou hast heard the lowly prayer, The fainting heart Thou wilt restore, The helpless cause Thou wilt maintain, That mortal man may boast no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 10:2] O God, The Help Of All Thy Saints

  O God, the help of all Thy saints, Our hope in time of ill: We trust Thee, though Thy face be hid, And seek Thy presence still. Why should the men of pride and sin Thy truth and power defy; And boast, as if their evil way Were hidden from Thine eye? Lord, Thou hast seen; arise and save. To Thee our cause we bring; Reign Thou in righteousness and power, For Thou alone art King. All our desires to Thee are known; Thy help is ever near; O first prepare our hearts to pray, And then accept our prayer!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 115:2-18

• [Mzm 115:12] Lord Who Has Remembered Us, The

  The Lord Who has remembered us His blessing will bestow; All those who fear His holy Name, His loving care shall know. For small and great who fear His Name The Lord has good in store; Ye and your children, blest of God, Shall prosper more and more. The great Creator blesses you With gifts of boundless worth; The heavens He claims, but gives to man Dominion in the earth. The silent dead praise not the Lord, The grave no song can raise; But we will bless Him evermore, Let all proclaim His praise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 116:12

• [Mzm 116:12] What Shall I Render To My God (watts)

  What shall I render to my God For all His kindness shown? My feet shall visit Thine abode, My songs address Thy throne. Among the saints that fill Thine house My off’rings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. How much is mercy Thy delight, Thou ever blessèd God! How dear Thy servants in Thy sight! How precious is their blood! How happy all Thy servants are! How great Thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made Thy care, Lord, I devote to Thee. Now I am Thine, forever Thine, Nor shall my purpose move Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with Thy love. Here in Thy courts I leave my vow, And Thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 116:12] What Shall I Render To My God (wesley)

  What shall I render to my God For all His mercy’s store? I’ll take the gifts He hath bestowed, And humbly ask for more. The sacred cup of saving grace I will with thanks receive, And all His promises embrace, And to His glory live. My vows I will to His great Name Before His people pay, And all I have, and all I am, Upon His altar lay. Thy lawful servant, Lord, I owe To Thee whate’er is mine, Born in Thy family below, And by redemption thine. Thy hands created me, Thy hands From sin have set me free, The mercy that hath loosed my bands Hath bound me fast to Thee. The God of all redeeming grace My God I will proclaim, Offer the sacrifice of praise, And call upon His Name. Praise Him, ye saints, the God of love, Who hath my sins forgiven, Till, gathered to the church above, We sing the songs of Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 116:12] What Shall I Render To The Lord

  What shall I render to the Lord For all His benefits to me? How shall my soul, by grace restored, Give worthy thanks, O Lord, to Thee? Salvation’s cup of blessing now I take, and call upon God’s Name; Before His saints I pay my vow And here my gratitude proclaim. His saints the Lord delights to save, Their death is precious in His sight; He has redeemed me from the grave, And in His service I delight. With thankful heart I offer now My gift, and call upon God’s Name; Before His saints I pay my vow And here my gratitude proclaim. Within His house, the house of prayer, I dedicate myself to God; Let all His saints His grace declare And join to sound His praise abroad.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 116:12] What Shall I Render To The Lord?

  What shall I render to the Lord, What shall my offering be, For all the gracious benefits He has bestowed on me? Salvation’s cup my soul will take While to the Lord I pray, And with His people I will meet, My thankful vows to pay. Not lightly does the Lord permit His chosen saints to die; From death Thou hast delivered me, Thy servant, Lord, am I. Within His house, the house of prayer, My soul shall bless the Lord, And praises to His holy Name Let all His saints accord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 147:13-16

• [Mzm 147:16] All Beautiful The March Of Days

  All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go; The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought the crystal of the snow; Hath sent the hoary frost of Heav’n, the flowing waters sealed, And laid a silent loveliness on hill and wood and field. O’er white expanses sparkling pure the radiant morns unfold; The solemn splendors of the night burn brighter than the cold; Life mounts in every throbbing vein, love deepens round the hearth, And clearer sounds the angel hymn, “Good will to men on earth.” O Thou from Whose unfathomed law the year in beauty flows, Thyself the vision passing by in crystal and in rose, Day unto day doth utter speech, and night to night proclaim, In ever changing words of light, the wonder of Thy Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:16] ’tis Winter Now, The Fallen Snow

  ’Tis winter now; the fallen snow Has left the heav’ns all coldly clear; Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow, And all the earth lies dead and drear. And yet God’s love is not withdrawn; His life within the keen air breathes; His beauty paints the crimson dawn, And clothes the boughs with glittering wreaths. And though abroad the sharp winds blow, And skies are chill, and frosts are keen, Home closer draws her circle now, And warmer glows her light within. O God! Who giv’st the winter’s cold As well as summer’s joyous rays, Us warmly in Thy love enfold, And keep us through life’s wintry days.

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  source: Cyberhymnal