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Mazmur 69:1-2

• [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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• [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 69:14-16

• [Mzm 69:14] Where The Wrecks Wash In

  Our Jesus walks where the wrecks wash in, All bruised and sore from the sea of sin; As each comes in on the rushing tide, He gently calls from the dark seaside. Refrain O sinner tossed on the turbid foam, To Christ then come and His harbor home, He waits just now on the peaceful shore, To heal your wounds and your soul restore. Just as He did there in Galilee, He walks today by the foaming sea; That He may heal all the sick and sore, When roughly dashed on the friendly shore. Refrain He loves to walk where the wrecks wash in, That long have tossed on the sea of sin; Who call to Him with their failing breath, To rescue them from the sea of death. Refrain

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• [Mzm 69:15] O God, Who Metest In Thy Hand

  O God, who metest in Thine hand The waters of the mighty sea, And barrest ocean with the sand By Thy perpetual decree: What time the floods lift up their voice And break in anger on the shore, When deep to deep calls with the noise Of waterspouts and billows’ roar; When they who to the sea go down, And in the waters ply their toil, Are lifted on the surge’s crown, And plunged where seething eddies boil; Rule then, O Lord, the ocean’s wrath, And bind the tempest with Thy will; Tread, as of old, the water’s path And speak Thy bidding, “Peace, be still.” So with Thy mercies ever new Thy servants set from peril free, And bring them, Pilot wise and true, Within the port where they would be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 69:16] Thy Lovingkindness, Lord, Is Good And Free

  Thy lovingkindness, Lord, is good and free, In tender mercy turn Thou unto me; Hide not Thy face from me in my distress, In mercy hear my prayer, Thy servant bless. Needy and sorrowful, to Thee I cry; Let Thy salvation set my soul on high; Then I will sing and praise Thy holy Name, My thankful song Thy mercy shall proclaim. With joy the meek shall see my soul restored; Your heart shall live, ye saints that seek the Lord; He helps the needy and regards their cries, Those in distress the Lord will not despise. Let Heav’n above His grace and glory tell, Let earth and sea and all that in them dwell; Salvation to His people God will give, And they that love His Name with Him shall live.

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  source: Cyberhymnal