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Mazmur 96:10-13

Mazmur 98:9

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Mazmur 9:7-8

• [Mzm 9:7] Come, Let Our Souls Adore The Lord

  Come, let our souls adore the Lord Whose judgments yet delay; Who yet suspends the lifted sword, And gives us time to pray. Great is our guilt, our fears are great, But let us not despair; Still open is the mercy seat To penitence and prayer. Kind Intercessor, to Thy love This blessèd hope we owe; O let Thy mercies plead above, While we implore below! Though justice near Thy awful throne Attends Thy dread command, Lord, hear Thy servants, hear Thy Son, And save a guilty land.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 9:7] O Light, From Age To Age The Same

  O Light, from age to age the same, O ever living Word, Here have we felt Thy kindling flame, Thy voice within have heard. Here holy thought and hymn and prayer Have winged the Spirit’s powers, And made these walls divinely fair, Thy temple, Lord, and ours. O not in vain their toil who wrought To build faith’s freer shrine; Nor theirs whose steadfast love and thought Have watched the fire divine. Burn, holy Fire, and shine more wide! While nations rise and fall, Faith, hope, and charity abide, The heart and soul of all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 50:3-6

• [Mzm 50:4] Lord, The Sov­er­eign, Sends His Sum­mons Forth, The

  The Lord, the Sovereign, sends His summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him down the sky: Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear His justice, and the sinner’s doom: “But gather first My saints,” the Judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. “Behold, My cov’nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th’ eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new, There’s no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, And near Me seat My fav’rites and My sons. “I, their Almighty Savior and their God, I am their Judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. “Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal off’rings that were Mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. “If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt’rings and fantastic vows? Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? “Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with My grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. “Silent I waited with long-suff’ring love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold My terrors now: My thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.” Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend Lest, like a lion, His last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv’rer near.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 50:5] When Saints Gather Round Thee

  When saints gather round Thee, dear Savior, above, And hasten to crown Thee with jewels of love, Amid those bright mansions of glory so fair— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. When those who have labored and struggled to save Their loved ones from sorrow beyond the dark grave, Are bringing the treasures they gathered with care— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. When life’s dreary billows are spent on the shore Beyond the dark river, and time is no more, When bright palms of glory the victors shall bear— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. And when in bright garments Thy children shall stand, A crown on each forehead, a harp in each hand, And sing of the joys Thou hast gone to prepare— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 96:10-13

• [Mzm 96:10] Tell It Out (havergal)

  Tell it out among the heathen that the Lord is King; Tell it out! Tell it out! Tell it out among the nations, bid them shout and sing; Tell it out! Tell it out! Tell it out with adoration that He shall increase, That the mighty King of Glory is the King of Peace; Tell it out with jubilation, let the song ne’er cease; Tell it out! Tell it out! Tell it out among the heathen that the Savior reigns; Tell it out! Tell it out! Tell it out among the nations, bid them break their chains; Tell it out! Tell it out! Tell it out among the weeping ones that Jesus lives, Tell it out among the weary ones what rest He gives, Tell it out among the sinners that He still receives; Tell it out! Tell it out! Tell it out among the heathen, Jesus reigns above; Tell it out! Tell it out! Tell it out among the nations that His reign is love; Tell it out! Tell it out! Tell it out among the highways and the lanes at home, Let it ring across the mountains and the ocean’s foam, Like the sound of many waters, let our glad shout come! Tell it out! Tell it out!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 96:12] Hark, My Soul, How Everything

  Hark, my soul, how everything Strives to serve our bounteous King; Each a double tribute pays, Sings its parts, and then obeys. Nature’s chief and sweetest choir Him with cheerful notes admire; Chanting every day their lauds, While the grove their song applauds. Though their voices lower be, Streams have too their melody; Night and day they warbling run, Never pause, but still sing on. All the flowers that gild the spring Hither their still music bring; If heaven bless them, thankful, they Smell more sweet, and look more gay. Only we can scarce afford This short office to our Lord; We, on whom His bounty flows, All things gives, and nothing owes. Wake! for shame, my sluggish heart, Wake! and gladly sing thy part; Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers, How to use thy nobler powers. Call whole nature to thy aid; Since ’twas He whole nature made; Join in one eternal song, Who to one God all belong. Live forever, glorious Lord! Live by all Thy works adored, One in Three, and Three in One, Thrice we bow to Thee alone.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 96:13] Come In, Thou Blessed, Honored Lord

  Come in, Thou blessèd, honored Lord! By earth, by Heav’n, by all, adored! We hail Thee, welcome! Take Thy throne, and in Thy Zion reign alone. Our only Lord and God Thou art! Reign Thou the Sovereign of our hearts, Thou King of glory ever blest, By angels and by men confessed. Thy Church now enter, Lord divine; And be the kingdom ever Thine; We hail Thee welcome to Thy seat, And lay our honors at Thy feet. O happy Church, thy bliss how great; The King, in all His heav’nly state, With thee forever will reside: Thy Husband He and thou the bride. O Lord! our grateful hearts rejoice, Since Thou hast made our souls Thy choice; While here our songs to Thee shall rise, And join the chorus of the skies.

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  source: Cyberhymnal