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Mazmur 137:1-9

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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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

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• [Mzm 137:2] Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints

  Your harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine Bid every string awake. Though in a foreign land We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above We every moment come. His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things nor things to come Shall quench the spark divine. When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame, Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon His Name. Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at His control; His lovingkindness shall break through The midnight of the soul. Blest is the man, O Lord! That stays himself on Thee; Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord! Shall thy salvation see.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 137:4] Creator Of The World, To Thee

  Creator of the world, to Thee And endless rest of joy belongs; And heavenly choirs are ever free To sing on high their festal songs. But we are fallen creatures here, Where pain and sorrow daily come; And how can we in exile drear Sing out, as they, sweet songs of Home? O Father, who dost promise still That they who mourn shall blessèd be, Grant us to weep for deeds of ill That banish us so long from Thee. But weeping, grant us faith to rest In hope upon Thy loving care; Till Thou restore us, with the blest, Their songs of praise in Heav’n to share. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom Heav’n and earth adore, From men and from the angel host Be praise and glory evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 137:5] I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord

  I love Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode, The church our blessed Redeemer saved With His own precious blood. I love Thy church, O God. Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And written on Thy hand. If e’er to bless Thy sons My voice or hands deny, These hands let useful skills forsake, This voice in silence die. Should I with scoffers join Her altars to abuse? No! Better far my tongue were dumb, My hand its skill should lose. For her my tears shall fall For her my prayers ascend, To her my cares and toils be given Till toils and cares shall end. Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. Jesus, Thou Friend divine, Our Savior and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield And brighter bliss of Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 137:5] Far From My Heavenly Home

  Far from my heavenly home, Far from my Father’s breast, Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come And speed me to my rest. Upon the willows long My harp has silent hung: How should I sing a cheerful song Till Thou inspire my tongue? My spirit homeward turns And fain would thither flee; My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. To thee, to thee I press, A dark and toilsome road; When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saint’s abode? God of my life, be near; On Thee my hopes I cast: O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last.

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  source: Cyberhymnal