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Mazmur 10:1

• [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

Mazmur 119:140

• [Mzm 119:140] Lord, Open Thou My Heart

  Lord, open Thou my heart to hear And through Thy Word to me draw near; Let me Thy Word e’er pure retain, Let me Thy child and heir remain. Thy Word doth deeply move the heart, Thy Word doth perfect health impart, Thy Word my soul with joy doth bless, Thy Word brings peace and happiness. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Shall glory, praise, and honor be Now and throughout eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 130:5

• [Mzm 130:5] My Rest

  Deep and deeper fell the shadows, Nearer seemed the golden strand, And my trusting heart was waiting, Passive in my Savior’s hands; O how brightly o’er my spirit Came a radiance from afar, Like the blush of early morning, Like the rising of a star. Refrain I was waiting, calmly waiting, Not a fear was in my breast; I had trusted my Redeemer, And in Him was now my rest. Nearer seemed the shining portals, But the Master said to me, “There are sheaves that must be garnered Ere the reaping dawns for thee; Yet I know that thou wert weary, And I bade thy heart repose By a healing stream that murmurs Where the Rose of Sharon grows.” Refrain In the silent hours of midnight, When my waking thoughts take wings, O the tranquil peace He gives me, And the hallowed songs He brings! He has crowned me with His blessing, And I now by faith can say, I am going forth with vigor, Still rejoicing on my way. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:5] My Savior, On The Word Of Truth

  My Savior, on the word of truth In earnest hope I live; I ask for all the precious things Thy boundless love can give. I look for many a lesser light About my path to shine; But chiefly long to walk with Thee, And only trust in Thine. In holy expectation held, Thy strength my heart shall stay, For Thy right hand will never let My trust be cast away. Yea, Thou hast kept me near Thy feet, In many a deadly strife, By the stronghold of hope in Thee, The hope of endless life. Thou knowest that I am not blest As Thou wouldst have me be, Till all the peace and joy of faith Possess my soul in Thee And still I seek ’mid many fears, With yearnings unexpressed, The comforts of Thy strengthening love, Thy soothing, settling rest. It is not as Thou wilt with me, Till, humbled in the dust; I know no place in all my heart Wherein to put my trust. Until I find, O Lord, in Thee, The Lowly and the Meek, That fullness which Thy own redeemed Go nowhere else to seek. Then, O my Savior, on my soul, Cast down, but not dismayed, Still be Thy chastening, healing hand In tender, mercy laid. And while I wait for all Thy joys, My yearning heart to fill, Teach me to walk and work with Thee, And at Thy feet sit still.

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  source: Cyberhymnal