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Mazmur 18:27

Mazmur 19:8

Mazmur 19:11

Mazmur 51:8

Mazmur 51:18

Mazmur 91:11

Mazmur 93:5--94:1

Mazmur 105:22

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Mazmur 18:27

• [Mzm 18:27] Thou That Dost Save Through Pain

  Thou that dost save through pain, And dost, afflicting, bless, We offer Thee from prostrate hearts The greater thankfulness. Lord, Thou hast humbled pride— Hast shown the world at length What ruthlessness may dwell with power, What bankruptcy with strength. And teaching us the scorn Of trifles that beguile Hast given us, dear God, to live When life is most worthwhile. We thank Thee for the dream That heroes dreamed of yore, Their vision of the good, the will Earth’s freedom to restore. Spoiled children of the past, Today, more nobly blest, We thank Thee Who hast wakened us, And asked of us our best. God of the young and brave, Who nothing know of fear, Who hold the things that life outlast Than life itself more dear. We thank Thee that our souls Are strong as theirs to give All, all we cherish most on earth, That liberty may live: That we, O Good Supreme, Still through our tears can see On death’s pale brow an aureole Of immortality!

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Mazmur 19:8

• [Mzm 19:8] I Love The Volumes Of Thy Word

  I love the volumes of Thy Word; What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distressed! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. From the discoveries of Thy law The perfect rules of life I draw; These are my study and delight: Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace past Appears so pleasing to the sight. Thy threat’nings wake my slumb’ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But ’tis Thy blessèd Gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read Thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 19:8] Law Of God Is Good And Wise, The

  The law of God is good and wise, And sets His will before our eyes, Shows us the way of righteousness, And dooms to death when we transgress. Its light of holiness imparts The knowledge of our sinful hearts, That we may see our lost estate And seek deliverance ere too late. To those who help in Christ have found And would in works of love abound It shows what deeds are His delight And should be done as good and right. When men the offered help disdain And willfully in sin remain, Its terror in their ear resounds And keeps their wickedness in bounds. The law is good, but since the fall Its holiness condemns us all; It dooms us for our sin to die And has no power to justify. To Jesus we for refuge flee, Who from the curse has set us free, And humbly worship at His throne, Saved by His grace through faith alone.

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Mazmur 19:11

• [Mzm 19:11] Now Woods And Wolds Are Sleeping

  Now woods and wolds are sleeping, And darkness fast is creeping O’er byre, hearth, and hall; But thou, my soul, ere slumber, For blessings passing number Exalt the Giver of them all. Ye also, O my dearest, My friends and kindred nearest, God rest you safe from harm! His angel hosts attend ye, Their golden shields defend ye, From nightly danger and alarm.
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Mazmur 50:4

• [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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Mazmur 91:11

• [Mzm 91:11] All Praise Be To God

  All praise be to God, whom all things obey, From angels and men for ever and aye: Who sendeth on earth the powers of His throne, His providence good and love to make known. His angels are they of countenance fair, The arm of His strength, His hand of kind care: His message of peace to us they reveal, His wisdom most high they seal or unseal. By martyrs of old they stood in the flame, And bade them not flinch, but call on God’s Name. Thro’ torment, thro’ shame, thro’ darkness of death They led without fear the sires of our faith. They stand with the few, they fight for the free, God’s reign to advance o’er land and o’er sea: And when the brave die or fall in the fight, Their spirits they bear to rest in God’s sight. For patience and toil a crown they prepare; They found for the meek a kingdom full fair; No famine nor plague ’gainst them doth prevail; Their bread cannot lack, their cruse cannot fail. We pray Thee, who art Thy angels’ reward, Thy flock to defend forget not, O Lord; But prosper their aid, that us they may bring To see the true face of Jesus, our King.

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• [Mzm 91:11] Around The Throne Of God A Band

  Around the throne of God a band Of bright and glorious angels stand; Sweet harps within their hands they hold, And on their heads are crowns of gold. Some wait around Him ready still To sing His praise and do His will, And some, when He commands them, go To guard His servants here below. Lord, give Thine angels every day Command to guard us on our way, And bid them every evening keep Their watch around us while we sleep. So shall no wicked thing draw near To do us harm or cause us fear; And we shall dwell, when life is past, With angels round Thy throne at last.

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• [Mzm 91:11] Call Jehovah Thy Salvation

  Call Jehovah thy salvation, rest beneath th’Almighty’s shade. In His secret habitation dwell, and never be dismayed. There no tumult shall alarm thee, thou shalt dread no hidden snare. Guile nor violence can harm thee, in eternal safeguard there. From the sword at noonday wasting, from the noisome pestilence, In the depth of midnight blasting, God shall be thy sure defense. He shall charge His angel legions watch and ward over thee to keep. Though thou walk through hostile regions, though in desert wilds thou sleep. Since, with pure and firm affection, thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of His protection, He will shield thee from above. Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, He will hearken, He will save. Here for grief reward thee double, crown with life beyond the grave.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 91:11] Christ, The Fair Glory Of The Holy Angels

  Christ, the fair glory of the holy angels, Thou Who hast made us, Thou Who o’er us rulest, Grant of Thy mercy unto us Thy servants Steps up to Heaven. Send Thy archangel, Michael, to our succor; Peacemaker blessèd, may he banish from us Striving and hatred, so that for the peaceful All things may prosper. Send Thy archangel, Gabriel, the mighty; Herald of Heaven, may he from us mortals Spurn the old serpent, watching o’er the temples Where Thou art worshipped. Send thy archangel, Raphael, the restorer Of the misguided ways of men who wander, Who at Thy bidding strengthens soul and body With Thine anointing. Father almighty, Son and Holy Spirit, God ever blessèd, be Thou our Preserver; Thine is the glory which the angels worship, Veiling their faces.

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• [Mzm 91:11] Jesus, Brightness Of The Father

  Jesus, Brightness of the Father, Life and Strength of all who live, For creating guardian angels Glory to Thy Name we give And Thy wondrous praise rehearse, Singing in harmonious verse. Blessèd Lord, by their protection Shelter us from harm this day, Keep us pure in flesh and spirit, Save us from the Foe, we pray, And vouchsafe us by Thy grace In Thy paradise a place. Glory to th’almighty Father Sing we with the heav’nly host; Glory to the great Redeemer, Glory to the Holy Ghost; Three in One and One in Three, Throughout all eternity!

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• [Mzm 91:11] Lord, I Would Own Thy Tender Care

  Lord, I would own Thy tender care, And all Thy love to me; The food I eat, the clothes I wear, Are all bestowed by Thee. ’Tis Thou preservest me from death And dangers every hour; I cannot draw another breath Unless Thou give me power. Kind angels guard me every night, As round my bed they stay: Nor am I absent from Thy sight In darkness or by day. My health, and friends, and parents dear, To me by God are giv’n; I have not any blessing here But what is sent from Heav’n. Such goodness, Lord, and constant care, I never can repay; But may it be my daily prayer, To love Thee and obey.

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• [Mzm 91:11] Now All The Woods Are Sleeping

  Now all the woods are sleeping, And night and stillness creeping O’er city, man, and beast; But thou, my heart, awake thee, To prayer awhile betake thee, And praise thy Maker ere thou rest. My Jesus, stay Thou by me, And let no foe come nigh me, Safe sheltered by Thy wing; But would the foe alarm me, O let him never harm me, But still Thine angels round me sing! My loved ones, rest securely, From every peril surely Our God will guard your heads; And happy slumbers send you, And bid His hosts attend you, And golden armed watched o’er your beds.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 91:11] Onward, Christian, Though The Region

  Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God has set a guardian legion Very near thee; press thou on. By the thorn road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won; Tread it without shrinking, brother, Jesus trod it; press thou on. Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace; While it needs thee, oh, no longer Pray thou for thy quick release. Pray thou, Christian, daily rather That thou be a faithful son, By the prayer of Jesus, “Father Not my will, but Thine, be done.”

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• [Mzm 91:11] Softly Sighs The Breath Of Evening

  Softly sighs the breath of evening, Stealing through the shadowy grove, While the stars, in heaven shining, Keep their silent watch above. Heav’nly Father, while we’re sleeping, Send Thy guardian angels bright, Faithful watch above us keeping, To protect us through the night. When the morning, gently breaking, Tints the sky with golden rays, May Thy loving children, waking, Sing their heav’nly Father’s praise.

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Mazmur 93:5--94:1

• [Mzm 93:5] Holiness Becomes Thy House

  Holiness becomes Thy house, ’Tis Thou who dost dwell in light; Thou begirt with majesty, Gird us with truth, And with Thy great might. Send Thou forth Thy power and love, In beauty of holiness; We would here commune with Thee, Eternal God, Be Thou near to bless. O supreme and perfect One, O Lord, praise to Thee is due; Clothe us in the grace of love, Maintain Thy church, To Thy service true.
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• [Mzm 94:1] O Lord, Thou Judge

  O Lord, Thou Judge of all the earth, To Whom all vengeance doth belong, Arise and show Thy glory forth, Requite the proud, condemn the wrong. How long, O Lord, in boastful pride Shall wicked men triumphant stand? How long shall they afflict thy saints And scorn Thy wrath, Thy dreadful hand? The widow and the fatherless They slay, and helpless strangers smite; The faithful God they do not fear, They say the Lord will not requite. Be wise, ye fools and brutish men; Shall not He see Who formed the eye? Shall not He hear Who formed the ear, And judge, who reigneth, God most high? The Lord will judge in righteousness, From Him all truth and knowledge flow; The foolish thoughts of wicked men, How vain they are the Lord doth know. That man is blest whom Thou, O Lord, With chastening hand dost teach Thy will, For in the day when sinners fall That man in peace abideth still. The Lord will not cast off His own, Nor His inheritance forsake; Just judgment shall at length prevail, And upright hearts shall courage take. Who will arise for my defense Against the wicked in the land? Against iniquity and wrong What main for me will valiant stand? Unless the Lord had been my Help, My life had quickly passed away; But when my foot had almost slipped, O Lord, Thy mercy was my stay. Amid the doubts that fill my mind Thy comforts, Lord, bring joy to me; Can wickedness, though throned in might, Have fellowship, O Lord, with Thee? The wicked, in their might arrayed, Against the righteous join their power, But to the Lord I flee for help, He is my Refuge and my Tower. Our God, the Refuge of His saints, Will fight against iniquity; Avenger of the innocent The Lord omnipotent will be.

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Mazmur 119:153

• [Mzm 119:153] Regard My Grief And Rescue Me

  Regard my grief and rescue me, For I do not forget Thy laws; As Thou hast promised, save me, Lord, Redeem my soul, and plead my cause. Far is salvation from the men Who do not seek Thy statutes, Lord; Great are Thy mercies, quicken me According to Thy holy Word. I bear the spite of many foes, Yet from Thy law I do not swerve; I saw the faithless and was grieved, For they Thy Word do not observe. Behold how I Thy precepts love! In kindness, Lord, revive Thou me; The sum of all Thy Word is truth; Thy Word abides eternally.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 119:161

• [Mzm 119:161] No Book Is Like The Bible

  No book is like the Bible, For childhood, youth and age; Our duty, plain and simple, We find on every page. It came  by inspiration, A light to guide our way, A voice from Him who gave it, Reproving when we stray. Refrain No book is like the Bible, The blessèd book we love, The pilgrim’s chart of glory, It leads to God above. It tells of man’s creation, His sad, primeval fall; It tells of man’s redemption, Through Christ, who died for all; In sacred words of wisdom It bids us watch and pray, And early come to Jesus, The Life, the Truth, the Way. Refrain O, let us love the Bible, And praise it more and more; Our life is like a shadow, Our days will soon be o’er; But if we closely follow The counsel God has giv’n, We then may hope with angels To sing His praise in Heav’n. Refrain

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• [Mzm 119:161] Though Mighty Foes Assail Me, Lord

  Though mighty foes assail me, Lord, I fear not them, but Thee; As boundless wealth and priceless spoil, Thy Word rejoices me. Deceit and falsehood I abhor, But in Thy law delight; Throughout the day I praise Thy Name, For all Thy ways are right. Great peace has he who loves Thy law, Unmoved, he safely stands; For Thy salvation I have hoped And followed Thy commands. Thy testimonies I have kept, They are my chief delight; Observant of Thy law and truth, I walk before Thy sight.

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Mazmur 149:6

• [Mzm 149:6] O Lord, ’tis Matter Of High Praise

  O Lord, ’tis matter of high praise, Thy Word on us doth shine, But happy they who feel its rays, And glorious power divine. O let poor sinners feel their sin Prick them, as with a sword; And purge out all that filth within; So will we praise Thy Word. Enlightened souls have cause to sing, Who wounded were by Thee; True cause of joy to such doth spring; For they, Lord, healèd be. And now in robes most richly decked, They to the King are brought; Surpassing angels, for have they A robe so richly wrought. We therefore throw our crowns below Thy high and glorious throne; And must all say, both night and day, Thou worthy art alone, All glory, power, and praise to have, By us forevermore; Thus let us sing unto our King, And Him in heart adore.

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