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Mazmur 6:1

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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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• [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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Mazmur 7:1

• [Mzm 7:1] Jehovah, My God, On Thy Help I Depend

  Jehovah, my God, on Thy help I depend; From all that pursue me O save and defend; Lest they like a lion should rend me at will: While no one is near me their raging to still. When wronged without cause I have kindness returned; But if I my neighbor maltreated and spurned, My soul let the enemy seize for his prey, My life and mine honor in dust let him lay. O Lord, in Thy wrath stay the rage of my foes; Awake, and Thy judgment ordained interpose. Let peoples surround Thee and wait at Thy feet, While o’er them for judgment Thou takest Thy seat. All nations of men shall be judged by the Lord; To me, O Jehovah, just judgment accord, As faithful and righteous in life I have been, And ever integrity cherished within. Establish the righteous, let evil depart, For God, who is just, tries the thoughts of the heart. In God for defense I have placed all my trust; The upright He saves and He judges the just. The Lord with the wicked is wroth every day, And if they repent not is ready to slay; By manifold ruin for others prepared They surely at last shall themselves be ensnared. Because He is righteous His praise will I sing, Thanksgiving and honor to Him will I bring, Will sing to the Lord on Whose grace I rely, Extolling the Name of Jehovah Most High.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 7:1] My Trust Is In My Heavenly Friend

  My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in Thee, my God; Rise and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood. With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer’s near. If I had e’er provoked them first, Or once abused my foe, Then let him tread my life to dust, And lay mine honor low. If there be malice found in me, I know Thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to Thee, Nor ask my God to rise. Arise, my God, lift up Thy hand, Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment and command Deliverance for my soul. Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? He knows the heart, He tries the reins, He will defend th’upright: His sharpest arrows He ordains Against the sons of spite. For me their malice digged a pit, But there themselves are cast; My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last. That cruel persecuting race Must feel His dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord.

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Mazmur 39:1

• [Mzm 39:1] With Firm Resolve I Held My Peace

  With firm resolve I held my peace And spake not either bad or good, Lest I should utter sinful thoughts While wicked men before me stood. While I was dumb my grief was stirred, My heart grew hot with thought suppressed; The while I mused the fire increased, Then to the Lord I made request. Make me, O Lord, to know my end, Teach me the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am And turn from pride and sinful ways. My time is nothing in Thy sight, Behold, my days are but a span; Yea, truly, at his best estate, A breath, a fleeting breath, is man. Man’s life is passed in vain desire If troubled years be spent for gain; He knows not whose his wealth shall be, And all his toil is but in vain. And now, O Lord, what wait I for? I have no hope except in Thee; Let not ungodly men reproach, From all transgressions set me free. Because Thou didst it I was dumb, I spoke no word of rash complaint; Remove Thy stroke away from me, Beneath Thy chastisement I faint. When Thou for his iniquity Rebukest and correctest man, His beauty is consumed away; How weak his strength, how vain his plan. Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry; I weep; be Thou my Comforter. I am a stranger here below, A pilgrim as my fathers were. O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath, Deal gently with me, I implore, That I may yet recover strength Ere I go hence and be no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal