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Mazmur 44:1-26

• [Mzm 44:1] O God, We Have Heard

  O God, we have heard, and our fathers have told What wonders Thou didst in the great days of old; The nations were crushed and expelled by Thy hand, Cast out that Thy people might dwell in their land. They gained not the land by the edge of the sword, Their own arm to them could no safety afford, But Thy right hand saved, and the light of Thy face, Because of Thy favor and wonderful grace. Command, and Thy word shall deliverance bring, O God, to Thy chosen, for Thou art our King; Through Thee we will surely defeat all our foes, Through Thy Name will triumph o’er those that oppose. No trust will I place in my strength to defend. Nor yet on my sword as a safeguard depend; In Thee, who hast saved us and put them to shame, We boast all the day, ever praising Thy Name. Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts; No more to the field dost Thou go with our hosts; Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay, And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey. Like sheep to the slaughter Thy people are given, Dispersed through the nations, afar we are driven; Thou sellest Thy people to strangers for naught, Their price to Thy treasure no increase has brought. Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride, And those that are near us to scoff and deride; A byword the nations have made of our name, With scorn and derision they put us to shame. Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace, And covered am I with confusion of face; The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear, The foe and avenger against me appear. All this have we suffered, and never forgot To serve Thee, Jehovah, nor falsely have wrought; Our heart is not turned, and our steps have not strayed, Though crushed amid ruins and under death’s shade.

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• [Mzm 44:1] O Lord, Our Fathers Oft Have Told

  O Lord, our fathers oft have told, In our attentive ears, Thy wonders in their days performed, And in more ancient years. ’Twas not their courage, or their sword, To them salvation gave; ’Twas not their number or their strength That did their country save. But Thy right hand, Thy powerful arm, Whose succor they implored— Thy providence protected them, Who Thy great Name adored. As Thee their God our fathers owned So Thou art still our King; O therefore as Thou didst to them, To us deliverance bring. To Thee the glory we ascribe, From Whom salvation came; In God, our Shield, we will rejoice, And ever bless Thy Name.

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• [Mzm 44:1] Our Nation, God, Its Heart To Thee Upraiseth

  Our nation, God, its heart to Thee upraiseth, O Lord, the nation bows before Thy face: With high thanksgiving, Thee Thy glad church praiseth, Our strength Thy Spir’t, our trust and hope Thy grace. Unto great honor, glory undeservèd, Hast Thou exalted us, and drawn Thee nigh: Nor, from Thy judgments, when our feet had swervèd, Didst Thou forsake, nor leave us, Lord most high. In Thee our fathers trusted, and were savèd, In Thee destroyèd thrones of tyrants proud: From ancient bondage freed the poor enslavèd; To sow Thy truth poured out their saintly blood. Us now, we pray, O God, in anger scorn not, Nor to vainglorying leave, nor brutish sense In time of trouble Thy face from us turn not, Who art our Rock, our stately sure defense. Unto our minds give freedom and uprightness; Let strengthened courage lead o’er land and wave, To our souls’ armor grant celestial brightness, Joy to our hearts, and faith beyond the grave. Our plenteous nation still in power extending, Increase our joy, uphold us by Thy Word: Beauty and wisdom all our ways attending, Good will to man and peace through Christ our Lord.

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• [Mzm 44:1] Praise To Our God, Whose Bounteous Hand

  Praise to our God, whose bounteous hand Prepared of old our glorious land; A garden fenced with silver sea; A people prosperous, strong, and free. Praise to our God; through all our past His mighty arm hath held us fast; Till wars and perils, toils and tears, Have brought the rich and peaceful years. Praise to our God; the vine He set Within our coasts is fruitful yet; On many a shore her offshoots grow; ’Neath many a sun her clusters glow. Praise to our God; His power alone Can keep unmoved our ancient throne, Sustained by counsels wise and just, And guarded by a people’s trust. Praise to our God; Who still forbears Who still this sinful nation spares, Who calls us still to seek His face, And lengthens out our day of grace. Praise to our God; through chastenings stern Our evil dross should thoroughly burn, His rod and staff, from age to age, Shall rule and guide His heritage!

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• [Mzm 44:4] My God, My Heavenly King

  O God, my heavenly King, My Savior, and my All, To Thee my every power I bring, And at Thy footstool fall. By Thee I am supplied With every good below: Thou art my Shepherd and my Guide, In all the way I go. Fain would I follow Thee, Nor from Thy footsteps stray, Whate’er my pains or conflicts be, Or snares my foes may lay. I know that Thou art nigh, My Fortress, Shield and Tower: On Thy rich mercy I’ll rely, And trust Thy mighty power.

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• [Mzm 44:6] Thou Art The Mighty King Of Kings

  Thou art the mighty King of kings, The Lord of lords most high: Israel is safe beneath Thy wings; Thy servant shall not die. Through Thee we shall the victory gain, Though hosts of hell oppose: Thou art our God; and Thou wilt reign, And conquer all our foes. We trust not in our bow or sword; For weakness is our pow’r: In Thee we trust, Almighty Lord, Through every dangerous hour, To Thee we look, Thou God of love, Thy holy Name adore: Oh, may we rise to Heav’n above, To love and praise Thee more.

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• [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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• [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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• [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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Mazmur 74:1-23

• [Mzm 74:1] O Wherefore Hast Thou Cast Us Off

  O wherefore hast Thou cast us off, O God, our God of old? Why art Thou angry with Thy sheep, The sheep of Thine own fold, The sheep of Thine own fold? Remember Thine inheritance, Thy Church, redeemed by grace; Remember Zion’s mount profaned, Thine ancient dwelling place, Thine ancient dwelling place. In ruin long Thy temple lies; Arise, O God of grace, And see the ruin foes have wrought Within Thy holy place, Within Thy holy place. Amid Thy courts are lifted high The standards of the foe, And impious hands with axe and fire Have laid Thy temple low, Have laid Thy temple low. They have profaned the holy place Where Thou hast set Thy Name, The sanctuaries of our God Are given to the flame, Are given to the flame. We see no signs of power divine, No prophet speaks for Thee, And none can tell, and none can know, How long these woes shall be, How long these woes shall be. How long, O God, shall blasphemy And shame reproach our land? Why dost Thou not destroy Thy foes With Thine almighty hand, With Thine almighty hand?

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• [Mzm 74:2] Great God Of Abraham!

  Great God of Abraham! hear our prayer Let Abraham’s seed Thy mercy share; O may they now at length return, And look on Him they pierced, and mourn. Remember Jacob’s flock of old; Bring home the wanderers to Thy fold; Remember too Thy promised word, “Israel at last shall seek the Lord.” Though outcasts still, estranged from Thee, Cut off from their own olive tree; Why should they longer such remain? For Thou canst graft them in again. Lord, put Thy law within their hearts, And write it in their inward parts; The veil of darkness rend in two, Which hides Messiah from their view. Oh! haste the day, foretold so long, When Jew and Greek, a glorious throng, One house shall seek, one prayer shall pour, And one Redeemer shall adore!

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• [Mzm 74:12] O God, Thou Art Our King Of Old

  O God, Thou art our King of old, Salvation Thou hast wrought; In safety through the mighty sea Our fathers Thou hast brought. With mighty arm Thou didst destroy The pride of boastful man, And for Thy people made a path Where mighty waters ran. The day is Thine, and Thine the night, And Thine the shining sun; At Thy command earth’s bounds are set And changing seasons run. Mark how Thine enemies, O Lord, Against Thee proudly speak; Preserve Thy saints from wicked men, Be mindful of the meek. Fulfill, O Lord, Thy covenant, Our strong Protector be, For in the earth are dark abodes Of crime and cruelty. Let not Thy saints be put to shame; No longer in Thy sight Permit Thy foes to vaunt themselves; Lord, vindicate the right.

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• [Mzm 74:12] Waves Of Salvation, The

  O ye waves of free salvation, Onward sweep from day to day, Till all trace of desolation From our earth is washed away. Refrain O ye waves, roll on, roll on! With a mighty sweep, roll on! Till the lost are gathered in, Saved forevermore from sin. O ye waves of free salvation, Wondrous joy to mortals bring, Giving souls a glad translation To the palace of the King. Refrain O ye waves of free salvation, Still enrich this world of ours, Till each high and lowly station Shall be bright with sweetest flow’rs. Refrain O ye waves of free salvation, Tarry not for wind nor tide; May each heart, in acceptation, To your gladness open wide. Refrain

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• [Mzm 74:17] Summer Days Are Come Again, The

  The summer days are come again, With sun and clouds between, And, fed alike by sun and rain, The trees grow broad and green; Spreads broad and green the leafy tent, Upon whose grassy floor Our feet, too long in cities pent, Their freedom find once more. The summer days are come again; Once more the glad earth yields Her golden wealth of ripening grain, And breadth of clover fields, And deepening shade of summer woods, And glow of summer air, And winging thoughts, and happy moods Of love and joy and prayer. The summer days are come again; The birds are on the wing; God’s praises, in their loving strain, Unconsciously they sing. We know Who giveth all the good That doth our cup o’erbrim; For summer joy in field and wood We lift our song to Him.

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Mazmur 83:1-18

• [Mzm 83:1] O God, No Longer Hold Thy Peace

  O God, no longer hold Thy peace, No longer silent be; Thine enemies lift up their head To fight Thy saints and Thee. Against Thine own, whom Thou dost love, Their craft Thy foes employ; They think to cut Thy people off, Thy church they would destroy. Thine ancient foes, conspiring still, With one consent agree, And they who with Thy people strive Make war, O God, on Thee. O God, who in our fathers’ time Didst smite our foes and Thine, So smite Thine enemies today Who in their pride combine. Make them like dust and stubble blown Before the whirlwind dire, In terror driv’n before the storm Of Thy consuming fire. Confound them in their sin till they To Thee for pardon fly, Till in dismay they, trembling, own That Thou art God Most High.

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