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Mazmur 18:33

Mazmur 28:9

Mazmur 78:70

Mazmur 142:5

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Mazmur 4:8

• [Mzm 4:8] Through The Day Thy Love Has Spared Us

  Through the day Thy love has spared us; Now we lay us down to rest; Through the silent watches guard us, Let no foe our peace molest; Jesus, Thou our Guardian be; Sweet it is to trust in Thee. Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, Dwelling in the midst of foes; Us and ours preserve from dangers; In Thine arms may we repose. And, when life’s sad day is past, Rest with Thee in Heav’n at last.
  Play	source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 4:8] While Sinks Our Land To Realms Of Night

  While sinks our land to realms of night, And twilight skies grow dim, We raise again our joyful hearts Our parting evening hymn. We bless Thee for the warm, rich glow Of this our hallowed day, And for the love that year by year Shines o’er our onward way. And now, O Father, from on high List to our evening prayer, Shed o’er our hearts a blissful calm, And keep us in Thy care.
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Mazmur 28:9

• [Mzm 28:9] When Wilt Thou Save The People?

  When wilt Thou save the people? O God of mercy, when? Not kings and lords, but nations, Not thrones and crowns, but men! Flowers of Thy heart, O God, are they; Let them not pass, like weeds, away; Their heritage a sunless day: O God, save the people! Shall crime bring crime forever, Strength aiding still the strong? Is it Thy will, O Father, That man shall toil for wrong? “No,” say Thy mountains; “No,” Thy skies; Man’s clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs ascend, instead of sighs: O God, save the people! When wilt Thou save the people? O God of mercy, when? The people, Lord, the people, Not thrones and crowns, but men! God save the people; Thine they are, Thy children, as Thine angels fair: From vice, oppression, and despair, O God, save the people!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 64:1

• [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.

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  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.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 80:18

• [Mzm 80:18] O Lord Of Life, Thy Quickening Voice

  O Lord of life, Thy quickening voice, Awakes my morning song! In gladsome words I would rejoice That I to Thee belong. I see Thy light, I feel thy wind; The world it is Thy Word; Whatever wakes my heart and mind Thy presence is, my Lord. Therefore I choose my highest part, And turn my face to Thee; Therefore I stir my inmost heart To worship fervently.
  Play	source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 134:1

• [Mzm 134:1] Night’s Shadows Falling

  Night’s shadows falling men to rest are calling; Rest we, possessing heav’nly peace and blessing: This we implore Thee, falling down before Thee, Great King of Glory! O Savior, hear us! Son of God, be near us! Thine angels send us; let Thy love attend us: He nothing feareth, whom Thy presence cheereth, Light his path cleareth. Be near, relieving all who now are grieving; Thy visitation be our consolation: O hear the sighing of the faint and dying; Lord, hear our crying! Thou ever livest; endless life Thou givest; Thou watch art keeping o’er Thy faithful sleeping; In Thy clear shining they are now reclining, All care resigning. O Lord of Glory, praise we and adore Thee— Thee for us given, our true Rest from Heaven! Rest, peace, and blessing, we are now possessing, Thy Name confessing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 134:1] Ye That Obey Th’immortal King

  Ye that obey th’immortal King, Attend His holy place; Bow to the glories of His power, And bless His wondrous grace. Lift up your hands by morning light, And send your souls on high; Raise your admiring thoughts by night Above the starry sky. The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quick’ning grace; The God that spread the heav’ns abroad, And rules the swelling seas.
  Play	source: Cyberhymnal