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Mazmur 143:4

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Mazmur 2:1

• [Mzm 2:1] O Wherefore Do The Nations Rage?

  O wherefore do the nations rage, And kings and rulers strive in vain, Against the Lord of earth and Heav’n To overthrow Messiah’s reign? Their strength is weakness in the sight Of Him Who sits enthroned above; He speaks, and judgments fall on them Who tempt His wrath and scorn His love. By God’s decree His Son receives The nations for His heritage; The conqu’ring Christ supreme shall reign As King of kings, from age to age. Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, And serve the Lord with godly fear; With reverent joy confess the Son While yet in mercy He is near. Delay not, lest His anger rise, And ye should perish in your way; Lo, all that put their trust in Him Are blest indeed, and blest for aye.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 2:1] Wherefore Do The Nations Rage

  Wherefore do the nations rage, And the people vainly dream, That in triumph they can wage War against the Lord supreme? His Anointed they deride, And the rulers plotting say: Their dominion be defied, Let us cast their bonds away. But the Lord will scorn them all, Calm He sits enthroned on high; Soon His wrath will on them fall, Angered then He will reply: Yet according to My will I have set My King to reign, And on Zion’s holy hill Mine Anointed I maintain. This the word declared to me, This Jehovah’s firm decree: Thou art my belovèd Son, Yea, I have begotten Thee. Ask and have Thy full demands, Thine shall all the heathen be, Thine the utmost of the lands, They shall be possessed of Thee. Dash them like a potter’s urn, Thou shalt break them with a rod. Therefore, kings and judges, learn Anxiously to serve your God. Kiss the Son and worship Him, Lest ye perish in the way; Blest are all who trust in Him, Yea, supremely blest are they.

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• [Mzm 2:1] Why Did The Gentiles Tumults Raise?

  Why did the Gentiles tumults raise? What rage was in their brain? Why do the people still contrive A thing that is but vain? The kings and rulers of the earth Conspire and are all bent Against the Lord, and Christ His Son, Whom He among us sent. Shall we be bound to them? Say they, Let all Their bonds be broke; And of Their doctrine and Their law Let us reject the yoke. But He that in the Heav’n doth dwell, Their doings will deride; And make them all as mocking-stocks Throughout the world so wide. For in His wrath He shall reprove Their pride and scornful way, And in His fury trouble them, And unto them shall say, I have anointed Him My King Upon My holy hill; I will therefore, Lord, preach Thy law According to Thy will: The law whereof the Lord Himself Hath thus said unto Me, Thou art My only Son, this day Have I begotten Thee. The people I will give to Thee, As heirs at Thy request The ends and coasts of all the earth By Thee shall be possessed. Thou shalt them bruise e’en like to those That under foot are trod, And as a potter’s vessel break Them with an iron rod. Now ye, O kings and rulers all, Be wise therefore and learned, By who the matters of the world Are judged and discerned. See that ye serve the Lord above In trembling and in fear; See that with reverence ye rejoice When ye to Him draw near: See that ye do embrace and kiss His Son without delay; Lest in His wrath ye suddenly Perish from the right way. If once His wrath (but little) shall Be kindled in His breast, Then only they that trust in Him Shall happy be and blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 2:1] Why Did The Jews Proclaim Their Rage?

  Why did the Jews proclaim their rage? The Romans, why their swords employ? Against the Lord their powers engage, His dear Anointed to destroy? “Come, let us break His bands,” they say; “This Man shall never give us laws”: And thus they cast His yoke away, And nail’d the Monarch to the cross. But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He’ll vex their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. “I will maintain the King I made On Zion’s everlasting hill; My hand shall bring Him from the dead, And He shall stand your Sov’reign still.” His wondrous rising from the earth Makes His eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares His heav’nly birth— “This day I have begot My Son. “Ascend, My Son, to My right hand, There Thou shalt ask, and I bestow, The utmost bounds of heathen lands; To Thee the northern isles shall bow.” But nations that resist His grace Shall fall beneath His iron stroke; His rod shall crush His foes with ease, As potters’ earthen work is broke. Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones, Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb; Now at His feet submit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at His Name. With humble love address the Son, Lest He grow angry, and ye die; His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, If ye provoke His jealousy. His storms shall drive you quick to hell; He is a God, and ye but dust; Happy the souls that know Him well, And make His grace their only trust.

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• [Mzm 2:1] With Restless And Ungoverned Rage

  With restless and ungoverned rage Why do the heathen storm? Why in such rash attempts engage, As they can ne’er perform? The great in counsel and in might Their various forces bring; Against the Lord they all unite, And His anointed King. “Must we submit to their commands?” Presumptuously they say; “No, let us break Their slavish bands, And cast Their chains away.” But God, who sits enthroned on high, And sees how they combine, Does their conspiring strength defy, And mocks their vain design. Thick clouds of wrath divine shall break On His rebellious foes; And thus will He in thunder speak To all that dare oppose: “Though madly you dispute My will, The King that I ordain, Whose throne is fixed on Zion’s hill, Shall there securely reign.” Attend, O earth, whilst I declare God’s uncontrolled decree; “Thou art my Son, this day My Heir Have I begotten Thee. “Ask and receive Thy full demands; Thine shall the heathen be; The utmost limits of the lands Shall be possessed by Thee. Thy threat’ning scepter Thou shalt shake, And crush them every where; As massy bars of iron break The potter’s brittle ware.” Learn then, ye princes, and give ear, Ye judges of the earth; Worship the Lord with holy fear; Rejoice with awful mirth. Appease the Son with due respect, Your timely homage pay; Lest He revenge the bold neglect, Incensed by your delay. If but in part His anger rise, Who can endure the flame? Then blest are they whose hope relies On His most holy Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 35:9

• [Mzm 35:9] Sweetest Joy The Soul Can Know

  Sweetest joy the soul can know, Fairest Light was ever shed, Who alike in joy or woe, Leavest none unvisited; Spirit of the Highest God, Lord from Whom is life bestowed, Who upholdest everything, Hear me, hear me, while I sing! For the noblest gift Thou art That a soul e’er sought or won, Have I wished Thee to my heart, Then my wishing all is done; Ah then yield Thee, nor refuse Here to dwell, for Thou didst choose This my heart, from e’en its birth, For Thy temple here on earth. Thou art shed like gentlest showers From the Father and the Son, Bringest to this earth of ours Purest blessing from their throne; Suffer then, O noble Guest, That rich gift by Thee possessed, Which Thou givest at Thy will All my soul and flesh to fill. Thou art wise, before Thee stand Hidden things unveiled to Thee, Countest up the grains of sand, Fathomest the deepest sea, And Thou knowest well how blind, Dark and crooked is my mind; Give me wisdom, in Thy light Let me please my God aright. Thou art holy, enterest in Where pure hearts Thy coming wait, But Thou fleest shame and sin, Craft and falsehood Thou dost hate; Wash me then, O Well of grace, Every stain and spot efface, Let me flee what Thou dost flee, Grant me what Thou lov’st to see. Thou art loving, hatest strife, As a lamb of patient mood, Calm through all our restless life, E’en to sinners kind and good; Grant me too this noble mind, To be calm and true and kind, Loving every friend or foe, Grieving none whom Thou dost know. Well contented is my heart, If but Thou reject me not; If but Thou wilt ne’er depart, I am blest whate’er my lot; Thine for ever make me now, And to Thee, my Lord, I vow Here and yonder to employ Every power for Thee with joy. Be my help when danger’s nigh, When I sink hold Thou me up, Be my life when I must die, In the grave be Thou my hope; Bring me when I rise again To the land that knows no pain, Where Thy followers from Thy stream Drink for ever joys supreme.

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  source: Cyberhymnal