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Mazmur 2:12

• [Mzm 2:12] Why Did The Nations Join To Slay

  Why did the nations join to slay The Lord’s anointed Son? Why did they cast His laws away, And tread His Gospel down? The Lord, that sits above the skies, Derides their rage below; He speaks with vengeance in His eyes, And strikes their spirits through. “I call him my eternal Son, And raise Him from the dead; I make My holy hill His throne, And wide His kingdom spread. “Ask Me, My Son, and then enjoy The utmost heathen lands: Thy rod of iron shall destroy The rebel that withstands.” Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th’ anointed Lord, Adore the King of heav’nly birth, And tremble at His Word. With humble love address His throne; For if He frown, ye die: Those are secure, and those alone, Who on His grace rely.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 2:12] Maker And Sov’reign Lord

  Maker and sov’reign Lord Of Heav’n, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms Thy Word, And answers Thy decrees. The things so long foretold By David are fulfilled, When Jews and Gentiles join’d to slay Jesus, Thine holy Child. Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews, with one accord, Bend all their counsels to destroy Th’Anointed of the Lord? Rulers and kings agree To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powers unite Against His Christ they join. The Lord derides their rage, And will support His throne; He that hath rais’d Him from the dead Hath own’d Him for His Son. Now He’s ascended high, And asks to rule the earth; The merit of His blood He pleads, And pleads His heav’nly birth. He asks, and God bestows A large inheritance; Far as the world’s remotest ends His kingdom shall advance. The nations that rebel Must feel His iron rod; He’ll vindicate those honors well Which He receiv’d from God. Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at His throne; With trembling joy, ye people, bow To God’s exalted Son. If once His wrath arise, Ye perish on the place; Then blessèd is the soul that flies For refuge to His grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 6:1

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 37:7

• [Mzm 37:7] Wait, And Murmur Not

  O troubled heart, there is a home Beyond the reach of toil and care; A home where changes never come: Who would not fain be resting there? Refrain O wait, meekly wait, and murmur not, O wait, meekly wait, and murmur not O wait, O wait, O wait, and murmur not. Yet when bowed down beneath the load By Heav’n allowed, thine earthly lot; Look up! thou’lt reach that blest abode; Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. Refrain Toil on, nor deem, tho’ sore it be, One sigh unheard, one prayer forgot; The day of rest will dawn for thee; Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 38:1

• [Mzm 38:1] Amidst Thy Wrath Remember Love

  Amidst Thy wrath remember love, Restore Thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father’s chastening prove Like an avenger’s sword. Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no rest. My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’atone. My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father’s frown. Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my powers are whole: The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. All my desire to Thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh, and every groan, Is noticed by Thine ear. Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry; My God will bear my spirit up, When Satan bids me die. My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see’t; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet. But I’ll confess my guilt to Thee, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before Thy servant die.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 38:1] In Thy Wrath And Hot Displeasure

  In Thy wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not Thy servant, Lord; Let Thy mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by Thine indignation, I am troubled by my sin. With my burden of transgression Heavy laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. Weak and wounded, I implore Thee: Lord, to me Thy mercy show; All my prayer is now before Thee, All my trouble Thou dost know. Darkness gathers, foes assail me. But I answer not a word; All my friends desert and fail me, Only Thou my cry hast heard. Lord, in Thee I am confiding; Thou wilt answer when I call, Lest my foes, the good deriding, Triumph in Thy servant’s fall. I am prone to halt and stumble, Grief and sorrow dwell within, Shame and guilt my spirit humble, I am sorry for my sin. Foes about my soul are closing, Full of hatred, false and strong; Choosing good, I find opposing All who love and do the wrong. Lord, my God, do not forsake me, Let me know that Thou art near, Under Thy protection take me, As my Savior now appear.

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  source: Cyberhymnal