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Mazmur 68:1-16

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Mazmur 68:1-16

• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise, And By His Might

  Let God arise, and by His might Let all His foes be put to flight; But O ye righteous, gladly sing, Exult before your God and King. Jehovah’s praises sound abroad Rejoice before the living God; Prepare the way that He may come And make the desert places bloom. A Father of the fatherless, A judge of widows in distress Is God, the God of boundless grace, Who dwells within His holy place. God frees the captive and He sends The blessedness of home and friends, And only those in darkness stay Who will not trust Him and obey. O Zion, ’tis thy God’s command That thou in strength securely stand; O God, confirm and strengthen still, Thy purposes in us fulfill. O Thou, whose glorious temple stands In Zion, famed through heathen lands, Kings shall Thy power and glory see, And bring their presents unto Thee. Thou wilt rebuke the fierce and strong Who hate the right and choose the wrong, And scatter those who peace abhor, The nations that delight in war. The heathen princes yet shall flee From idols and return to Thee; Earth’s sinful and benighted lands, To God shall soon stretch out their hands.

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• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise In All His Might

  Let God arise in all His might, And put the troops of hell to flight, As smoke that sought to cloud the skies Before the rising tempest flies. He comes arrayed in burning flames, Justice and Vengeance are His names; Behold His fainting foes expire, Like melting wax before the fire. He rides and thunders through the sky, His Name, Jehovah, sounds on high; Sing to His Name, ye sons of grace; Ye saints, rejoice before His face. The widow and the fatherless Fly to His aid in sharp distress; In Him the poor and helpless find A Judge that’s just, a Father kind. He breaks the captive’s heavy chain, And prisoners see the light again; But rebels that dispute His will Shall dwell in chains and darkness still. Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; Crown Him, ye nations, in your song: His wondrous names and powers rehearse; His honors shall enrich your verse. He shakes the heav’ns with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms! In Israel are His mercies known, Israel is His peculiar throne. Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest; He’s your Defense, your Joy, your Rest: When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the Strength of every saint.

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• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise To Lead Forth Those

  Let God arise to lead forth those Who march to war! Let God arise, and all His foes Be scattered far! So Israel prayed, and Thou, O Lord, Wast with him then: Be with us now, who draw the sword For war again. Grant Thou our soldiers courage high When foes are near, To strive, to suffer, or to die Untouched by fear. Grant strength to those who mourn today Their loved ones lost, Yea, those who give their best, nor stay To count the cost. Fight Thou for us, that we may fill Thy courts with praise; Then teach us mercy, teach us still The fallen to raise. Yet more and more, as ages run, Bid warfare cease, And give to all beneath the sun Love, freedom, peace.

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• [Mzm 68:1] Lord, Thy Church Hath Seen Thee Rise

  Lord, Thy Church hath seen Thee rise, To Thy temple in the skies; God, my Savior! God, my King! Still Thy ransomed round Thee sing. When, in glories all divine, Through the earth Thy Church shall shine, Kings, in prayer and praise, shall wait, Bending at Thy temple’s gate.
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• [Mzm 68:4] Alleluia, Song Of Gladness

  Alleluia, song of gladness, Voice of joy that cannot die; Alleluia is the anthem Ever dear to choirs on high; In the house of God abiding Thus they sing eternally. Alleluia thou resoundest, True Jerusalem and free; Alleluia, joyful mother, All thy children sing with thee; But by Babylon’s sad waters Mourning exiles now are we. Alleluia we deserve not Here to chant forevermore; Alleluia our transgressions Make us for a while give o’er; For the holy time is coming Bidding us our sins deplore. Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee, Grant us, blessèd Trinity, At the last to keep Thine Easter In our home beyond the sky; There to Thee forever singing Alleluia joyfully.

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• [Mzm 68:8] God Saved His People From Distress

  God saved His people from distress And led them through the wilderness; Then mountains trembled in their place, The heav’ns were bowed before His face. With copious showers Thou didst assuage The thirsting of Thy heritage; Thy congregation dwelt secure; Thou, God, art gracious to the poor. With glorious pomp our King and God Has entered into His abode With sacred minstrelsy and song, While maidens with their timbrels throng. Assemble ye before His face, All ye that spring from Israel’s race; Ye chosen tribes with one accord Come ye, and bless your God, the Lord.

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• [Mzm 68:8] Lift Up To God The Voice Of Praise

  Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired; Loud and more loud the anthem raise, With grateful ardor fired. Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose tender care sustains Our feeble frame, encompassed round With death’s unnumbered pains. Lift up to God the voice of praise Whose goodness, passing thought, Loads every minute, as it flies, With benefits unsought. Lift up to God the voice of praise From Whom salvation flows; Who sent His Son our souls to save From everlasting woes. Lift up to God the voice of praise, For hope’s transporting ray, Which lights through darkest shades of death To realms of endless day.

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• [Mzm 68:13] White As The Wings Of A Dove

  Yet shall ye be as a dove’s shining wings, Covered with silver and gold; Gracious assurance the Word ever brings, Promise of beauty untold. Refrain Shine on us, Savior, oh, shed forth Thy love; Make us as white as the wings of a dove; Shine on us, Savior, oh, shed forth Thy love; Make us as white as the wings of a dove. What tho’ our tent-homes are covered with dust, While thro’ life’s desert we move; Time cometh when they shall flutter, we trust, White as the wings of a dove. Refrain What tho’ our garments like leprosy cling, Robes of self-righteousness wove; Praises to Jesus! for yet we may sing, Clad as the wings of a dove. Refrain What tho’ we lie ’midst the filth of the earth, Or as a prodigal rove; We may come up from the Spirit’s new birth, Clean as the wings of a dove. Refrain What tho’ for years we have wandered in sin, And ’gainst the Good Spirit strove; Thro’ Heaven’s portals we yet may go in, Pure as the wings of a dove. Refrain

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