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Mazmur 65:5-8

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Mazmur 65:5-8

• [Mzm 65:5] Almighty Father, Hear Our Cry

  Almighty Father, hear our cry, As o’er the trackless deep we roam; Be Thou our haven always nigh, On homeless waters Thou our home. O Jesu, Savior, at Whose voice The tempest sank to perfect rest, Bid Thou the fearful heart rejoice, And cleanse and calm the troubled breast. O Holy Ghost, beneath Whose power The ocean woke to life and light, Command Thy blessing in this hour, Thy fostering warmth, Thy quickening might. Great God of our salvation, Thee We love, we worship, we adore; Our Refuge on time’s changeful sea, Our Joy on Heav’n’s eternal shore.

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• [Mzm 65:5] Father, Who Art Alone

  Father, who art alone Our Helper and our Stay; O hear us! as we plead For loved ones far away; And shield with Thine almighty hand Our wanderers by sea and land. O compass with Thy love The daily path they tread! And may Thy light and truth Upon their hearts be shed; That, one in all things with Thy will, Heav’n’s peace and joy their souls may fill. Guard them from every harm When dangers shall assail, And teach them that Thy power Can never, never fail; We cannot with our loved ones be, But trust them, Father, unto Thee.

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• [Mzm 65:5] God Of Our Salvation Hears, The

  The God of our salvation hears The groans of Zion mixed with tears; Yet when He comes with kind designs, Through all the way His terror shines. On Him the race of man depends, Far as the earth’s remotest ends, Where the Creator’s Name is known By nature’s feeble light alone. Sailors, that travel o’er the flood, Address their frighted souls to God, When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore. He bids the noisy tempests cease; He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm, He settles in a peaceful form; Mountains, established by His hand, Firm on their old foundations stand. Behold His ensigns sweep the sky, New comets blaze, and lightnings fly; The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes. At His command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun’s declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. Seasons and times obey His voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. ’Tis from His watery stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth His enriching drops dispense. The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the valleys yield; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighboring hills repeat their joys. The pastures smile in green array; There lambs and larger cattle play; The larger cattle and the lamb Each in His language speaks Thy Name. Thy works pronounce Thy power divine; O’er every field Thy glories shine; Through every month Thy gifts appear; Great God, Thy goodness crowns the year!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 65:6] Thy Might Sets Fast The Mountains

  Thy might sets fast the mountains; strength girds Thee evermore To calm the raging peoples and still the ocean’s roar. Thy majesty and greatness are through all lands confessed, And joy on earth Thou sendest afar, from east to west. To bless the earth Thou sendest from Thy abundant store The waters of the springtime, enriching it once more. The seed by Thee provided is sown over hill and plain, And Thou with gentle showers dost bless the springing grain. The year with good Thou crownest, the earth Thy mercy fills, The wilderness is fruitful, and joyful are the hills; With corn the vales are covered, the flocks in pastures graze; All nature joins in singing a joyful song of praise.

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• [Mzm 65:8] Morning Walks Upon The Earth, The

  The morning walks upon the earth, And man awakes to toil and mirth; All living things and lands are gay— Dear God, walk with me through the day. Sweet is the breathing of the world, As in Thy love it lies unfurled; And blue and clear th’immortal sky; ’Tis Thine, and Thine its purity. Now noon sits throned, her golden urn Pours forth the sunshine! Laugh and burn Corn-land and meadow, lake and sea! Lord of my life, pour love on me. Slow comes the evening o’er the hill, The labor of the world is still; Homeward I go, and muse of Thee— Father of home, abide with me. Now crops the dark, but worlds of light, Hidden by day, fulfill the night! Infinite stillness, silent sea Of truth and power flow over me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal