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Mazmur 20:9

• [Mzm 20:9] Father, Hear Thy Children’s Call

  Father, hear Thy children’s call; Humbly at Thy feet we fall, Prodigals, confessing all: We beseech Thee, hear us. Christ, beneath Thy cross we blame All our life of sin and shame, Penitent, we breathe Thy Name: We beseech Thee, hear us. Holy Spirit, grieved and tried, Oft forgotten and defied, Now we mourn our stubborn pride: We beseech Thee, hear us. Love that caused us first to be, Love that bled upon the tree, Love that draws us lovingly: We beseech Thee, hear us. We Thy call have disobeyed, Into paths of sin have strayed, And repentance have delayed: We beseech Thee, hear us. Sick, we come to Thee for cure, Guilty, seek Thy mercy sure, Evil, long to be made pure: We beseech Thee, hear us. Blind, we pray that we may see, Bound, we pray to be made free, Stained, we pray for sanctity: We beseech Thee, hear us. Thou Who hear’st each contrite sigh, Bidding sinful souls draw nigh, Willing not that one should die, We beseech Thee, hear us. By the love that bids Thee spare, By the Heav’n Thou dost prepare, By Thy promises to prayer, We beseech Thee, hear us.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 20:9] God The Father, God The Son

  God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, Three in One, Hear us from Thy heavenly throne, Spare us, Holy Trinity. Jesu, Life of those who die, Advocate with God on high, Hope of immortality, Hear us, holy Jesu. Thou Whose death to mortals gave Power to triumph o’er the grave, Living now from death to save, Hear us, holy Jesu. Thou before Whose great white throne All our doings must be shown, Pleading now for us Thine own, Hear us, holy Jesu. Thou Whose death was borne that we, From the power of Satan free, Might not die eternally, Hear us, holy Jesu. Thou Who dost a place prepare, That in heavenly mansions fair Sinners may Thy glory share Hear us, holy Jesu. We are dying day by day, Soon from earth we pass away; Lord of Life, to Thee we pray: Hear us, holy Jesu. Ere we hear the angel’s call, And the shadows round us fall, Be our Savior, be our all; Hear us, holy Jesu. Wean our hearts from things below, Make us all Thy love to know, Guard from our ghostly foe: Hear us, holy Jesu. Shelter us with angel’s wing, To our souls Thy pardon bring; So shall death have lost its sting: Hear us, holy Jesu. In the gloom Thy light provide; Safely through the valley guide; Thee we trust, for Thou hast died; Hear us, holy Jesu. When Thy summons we obey On the dreadful Judgment Day, Let not fear our souls dismay: Hear us, holy Jesu. While the lost in terror fly, May we see with joyful eye Our redemption drawing nigh: Hear us, holy Jesu. May we see Thee on Thy throne As the Savior we have known, And have followed as our own: Hear us, holy Jesu. May we then, among the blest Who Thy Name on earth confessed, Hear Thee calling us to rest, Hear us, holy Jesu. From the awful place of doom, Where in rayless outer gloom Dead souls lie as in a tomb, Save us, holy Jesu. From the black, the dull despair Ruined men and angels share, From the dread companions there, Save us, holy Jesu. From the unknown agonies Of the soul that helpless lies, From the worm that never dies, Save us, holy Jesu. From the lusts that none can tame, From the fierce mysterious flame, From the everlasting shame, Save us, holy Jesu. Where Thy saints in glory reign, Free from sorrow, free from pain, Pure from every guilty stain, Bring us, holy Jesu. Where the captives find release, Where all foes from troubling cease, Where the weary rest in peace, Bring us, holy Jesu. Where the pleasures never cloy, Where in angels’ holy joy Thy redeemed their powers employ, Bring us, holy Jesu. Where in wondrous light are shown All Thy dealings with Thine own, Who shall know as they are known, Bring us, holy Jesu. Where, with loved ones gone before, We may love Thee and adore In Thy presence evermore, Bring us, holy Jesu.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 22:21

• [Mzm 22:21] Now From The Roaring Lion’s Rage

  “Now from the roaring lion’s rage, O Lord, protect Thy Son, Nor leave Thy darling to engage The powers of hell alone.” Thus did our suffering Savior pray With mighty cries and tears; God heard Him in that dreadful day, And chased away His fears. Great was the victory of His death, His throne exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship or shall die. A numerous offspring must arise From His expiring groans; They shall be reckoned in His eyes For daughters and for sons. The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God, And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in His blood.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 69:1

• [Mzm 69:1] Save Me, O God

  Save me, O God, because the floods Come in upon my soul; I sink in depths where none can stand; Deep waters, o’er me roll. My constant calling wearies me, My throat is parched and dried, My eyes grow dim while for my God Still waiting I abide. O God, my folly and my sin Thy holy eye can see; Yet save from shame, Lord God of hosts, Thy saints that wait on Thee. Forbid, O God, our covenant God, That those who seek Thy face Should see Thy servant put to shame And share in my disgrace. It is for Thee I am reproached, For Thee I suffer shame, Until my brethren know me not, And hated is my name. It is my zeal for Thine abode That has consumed my life; Reproached by those reproaching Thee, I suffer in the strife. I wept, with fasting bowed my soul, Yet that was made my shame; When I in sackcloth clothed myself, Their byword I became. The men who sit within the gate With slander do me wrong, And they who linger at their cups Make me their jest and song.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 69:1] Save Me, O God, The Swelling Floods

  Save me, O God, the swelling floods Break in upon my soul; I sink, and sorrows o’er my head Like mighty waters roll. I cry till all my voice be gone, In tears I waste the day: My God, behold my longing eyes, And shorten Thy delay. They hate my soul without a cause, And still their number grows More than the hairs around my head, And mighty are my foes. ’Twas then I paid that dreadful debt That men could never pay, And gave those honors to Thy law Which sinners took away. Thus in the great Messiah’s name, The royal prophet mourns; Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, And gives us joy by turns. Now shall the saints rejoice, and find Salvation in My Name; For I have borne their heavy load Of sorrow, pain, and shame. Grief, like a garment, clothed Me round, And sackcloth was My dress, While I procured for naked souls A robe of righteousness. Amongst My brethren and the Jews I like a stranger stood, And bore their vile reproach, to bring The Gentiles near to God. I came in sinful mortals’ stead, To do My Father’s will; Yet when I cleansed My Father’s house, They scandalized My zeal. My fasting and My holy groans Were made the drunkard’s song; But God, from His celestial throne, Heard My complaining tongue. He saved Me from the dreadful deep, Nor let My soul be drowned; He raised and fixed My sinking feet On well-established ground. ’Twas in a most accepted hour My prayer arose on high; And for My sake my God shall hear The dying sinner’s cry.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 69:13

• [Mzm 69:13] In Full Assurance Of Thy Grace

  In full assurance of Thy grace To Thee my prayers ascend In Thine abounding love and truth, O God, salvation send. Preserve my sinking soul, I pray, From tides of hatred save; Let not the waters overflow, Redeem me from the grave. Because Thy mercy, Lord, is good, O answer me in grace, And in the riches of Thy love O turn to me Thy face. Hide not Thy face from my distress, A speedy answer send; Draw near to me, my soul redeem, From all my foes defend. Well known to Thee is my reproach, My shame and my disgrace, The adversaries of my soul Are all before Thy face. My heart is broken by reproach, My soul is full of grief; I looked in vain for comforters, For pity and relief. They gave me bitter gall for food, And taunting words they spake, They gave me vinegar to drink, My burning thirst to slake. Their peace and plenty be their snare, In blindness let them grope; Thine indignation on them pour, And desolate their hope. Because they proudly persecute Those whom Thou, Lord, dost smite, Let them be blotted from Thy book And banished from Thy sight.

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  source: Cyberhymnal