Himne Indonesia

Tidak ada Himne Indonesia yang terkait dengan ayat-ayat ini.

Himne Inggris

Mazmur 12:1-4

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 14:1-4

• [Mzm 14:1] Fools In Their Heart Believe And Say

  Fools in their heart believe and say, “That all religion’s vain; There is no God that reigns on high, Or minds th’affairs of men.” From thoughts so dreadful and profane, Corrupt discourse proceeds; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds. The Lord from His celestial throne Looked down on things below, To find the man that sought His grace, Or did His justice know. By nature all are gone astray, Their practice all the same; There’s none that fears his Maker’s hand; There’s none that loves His Name. Their tongues are used to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease; How swift to mischief are their feet, Nor know the paths of peace! Such seeds of sin—that bitter root— In every heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit Till grace refine the ground.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 14:1] God Who Sits Enthroned On High, The

  The God Who sits enthroned on high The foolish to their heart deny; Not one does good; corrupt in thought, Unrighteous works their hands have wrought. From heaven the Lord with searching eye Looked down the sons of men to try, To see if any understood And sought for God, the only Good. From righteousness they all depart, Corrupt are all, and vile in heart; Yea, every man has evil done; Not one does good, not even one. Has knowledge with the wicked failed, That they My people have assailed, That they delight in works of shame, And call not on Jehovah’s Name? Thy lowly servant they despise, Because he on the Lord relies; But they shall tremble yet in fear, For to the righteous God is near. O that from Zion, His abode, Salvation were on us bestowed! When God His exiles shall restore, They shall in song His grace adore.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 14:1] Lord Of All Worlds

  Lord of all worlds, let thanks and praise To Thee forever fill my soul; With blessings Thou hast crowned my days, My heart, my head, my hand control. O, let no vain presumptions rise, No impious murmur in my heart, To crave the boon Thy will denies, Or shrink from ill Thy hands impart. Thy child am I, and not an hour, Revolving in the orbs above, But brings some token of Thy power, But brings some token of Thy love; And shall this bosom dare repine, In darkness dare deny the dawn, Or spurn the treasures of the mine, Because one diamond is withdrawn? The fool denies, the fool alone, Thy being, Lord, and boundless might; Denies the firmament, Thy throne, Denies the sun’s meridian light; Denies the fashion of his frame, The voice he hears, the breath he draws; O idiot atheist! to proclaim Effects unnumbered without cause! Matter and mind, mysterious one, Are man’s for threescore years and ten; Where, ere the thread of life was spun? Where, when reduced to dust again? All seeing God, the doubt suppress; The doubt Thou only canst relieve; My soul Thy Savior Son shall bless, Fly to Thy Gospel, and believe.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 14:3] Mouth Of Fools Doth God Confess, The

  The mouth of fools doth God confess, But while their lips draw nigh Him, Their heart is full of wickedness, And all their deeds deny Him. Corrupt are they, and every one Abominable works hath done; There is not one well-doer. The Lord looked from His heavenly throne On all mankind below Him To see if there were any one Who truly sought to know Him, And all his understanding bent To search His holy Word, intent To do His will in earnest. But none there was who walked with God, For all aside had slidden, Delusive paths of folly trod, And followed lusts forbidden; Not one there was who practiced good, Though many deemed, in haughty mood, Their deeds to God were pleasing. “How long, by folly blindly led, Will they oppress the needy And My own flock devour like bread?” So fierce are they and greedy! In God they put no trust at all, Nor on His Name in trouble call, But be their own providers. Therefore their heart is never still, A constant fear dismays them, God is with him who doth His will, Who trusts Him and obeys Him; Ye shame the counsel of the poor And mock him when he doth assure That God is e’er his Refuge. Who shall to Israel’s outcast race From Zion bring salvation? God will Himself at length show grace And loose the captive nation; That will He do by Christ, their King; Let Jacob then be glad and sing And Israel be joyful.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 22:12-16

• [Mzm 22:16] O’erwhelmed In Depths Of Woe

  O’erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn, Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend; See down His face, and neck, and breast His sacred blood descend. Oh, hear that last, loud cry Which pierced His mother’s heart, As into God the Father’s hands He bade His soul depart. Earth hears, and trembling quakes Around that tree of pain; The rocks are rent; the graves are burst; The veil is rent in twain. Shall man alone be mute? Have we no griefs, or fears? Come, old and young, come, all mankind, And bathe those feet in tears. Come, fall before His cross, Who shed for us His blood, Who died, the Victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. Jesu, all praise to Thee, Our Joy and endless Rest; Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here, Our Crown amid the blest.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 64:1-6

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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.”

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 79:1-4

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 83:1-8

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 109:1-5

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 140:1-5

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal