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Mazmur 28:9

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Mazmur 44:9-26

• [Mzm 44:20] If We Have Forgotten The Name Of Our God

  If we have forgotten the Name of our God, Or unto an idol our hands spread abroad, Shall not the Almighty uncover this sin? He knows all our hearts and the secrets within. Refrain Rise, help, and redeem us, Thy mercy we trust; Rise, help, and redeem us, Thy mercy we trust. We all the day long for Thy sake are consumed, Defeated and helpless, to death we are doomed; Then why dost Thou tarry? Jehovah, awake; Nor spurn us forever; arise for our sake. Refrain O why art Thou hiding the light of Thy face, Forgetting our burden of grief and disgrace? Our soul is bowed down, yea, we cleave to the dust; Rise, help and redeem us, Thy mercy we trust. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 44:21] Great Mover Of All Hearts

  Great Mover of all hearts, whose hand Doth all the secret springs command Of human thought and will, Thou, since the world was made, dost bless Thy saints with fruits of holiness, Their order to fulfill. Faith, hope, and love here weave one chain; But love alone shall then remain When this short day is gone: O Love, O Truth, O endless Light, When shall we see Thy Sabbath bright With all our labors done? We sow ’mid perils here and tears; There the glad hand the harvest bears, Which here in grief hath sown: Great Three in One, the increase give; Thy gifts of grace, by which we live, With heavenly glory crown.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 44:24] God, Who Omniscient Art

  God, who omniscient art, Could we from Thee depart, Hide aught from Thee, Thou, Lord, would search it out, Know all our sin and doubt, Searching within, without, Our secrets see. Sorely oppressed are we, Naught but affliction see, O Lord, awake! Lord, from Thy sleep arise, No longer close Thine eyes; See how we are despised, All for Thy sake. Humbled unto the dust, In Thee alone we trust; Thy love we plead. Refuge in Thee to take, Lord, for Thy mercy’s sake, Our humble plea we make: Thy help we need.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 60:1

• [Mzm 60:1] O God, Thou Hast Cast Off Thy Saints

  O God, Thou hast cast off Thy saints; Thy face Thou dost in anger hide, And lo, Thy Church for terror faints, While breaches all her walls divide! Hard things Thou hast upon us laid, And made us drink most bitter wine; But still Thy banner we’ve displayed, And borne aloft Thy truth divine. Our courage fails not, though the night No earthly lamp avails to break, For Thou wilt soon arise in might, And of our captors captives make. Thy right hand shall Thy people aid; Thy faithful promise makes us strong; We will Philistia’s land invade, And over Edom chant the song. In Jesu’s Name we’ll Shechem seize, And swift divide all Succoth’s vale; E’en Moab’s sons shall bow their knees, And Jesu’s conquering scepter hail. Through Thee we shall most valiant prove, And tread the foe beneath our feet; Through Thee our faith shall hills remove, And small as chaff the mountains beat.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 60:1] O God, Thou Hast Rejected Us

  O God, Thou hast rejected us, And hast afflicted sore; Thou hast been angry, but in grace O once again restore. Lo, Thou hast torn and rent our land, Thy judgments dread appall; O heal her shattered strength before She totter to her fall. Through ways of trial and distress Thy people Thou hast led, A bitter cup Thou givest us Of misery and dread. A glorious banner Thou has giv’n To those who fear Thy Name, A banner to display abroad, And thus the truth proclaim. That Thy belovèd may be saved And from their foes set free, Help with the might of Thy right hand, In mercy answer me. God in His holiness has said: I will triumphant be, All heathen lands I claim as Mine, And they shall bow to Me. Now, therefore, who will lead us on Sin’s strongholds to possess? No longer cast us off, O God, But give our hosts success. Give Thou Thy help against the foe, For help of man is vain; Through God we shall do valiantly, The victory He shall gain.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 77:1

• [Mzm 77:1] To God I Cried With Mournful Voice

  To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought His gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, Thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called Thy judgments o’er. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld Thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold Thy grace. I called Thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? Will He for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has He forgot His tender love? Shall anger still prevail? But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what Thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. I’ll think again of all Thy ways, And talk Thy wonders o’er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love Thy Word Have in Thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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

Yeremia 12:1

• [Yer 12:1] I Plead Thy Love

  I plead Thy love, my gracious Lord, Thy wondrous love to me; In sin’s dark bondage I was held, But Thou hast made me free. I plead the offering of Thy blood, Thy precious blood, for me; For cleansing I have naught to do But look to Calvary. I plead the merit of Thy life, Thy perfect life for me; In what Thou wast I can behold What I myself may be. I plead, dear Savior, Thine own Word, Thine own sure Word to me; And need no more, for Thou hast said, “I’m all in all to thee.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal