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Mazmur 25:5

• [Mzm 25:5] Look Upon Us, Blessèd Lord

  Look upon us, blessèd Lord, Take our wandering thoughts and guide us; We have come to hear Thy Word, With Thy teaching now provide us, That, from earth’s distractions turning, We Thy message may be learning. For Thy Spirit’s radiance bright We, assembled here, are hoping; If Thou shouldst withhold the light, In the dark our souls were groping: In each word and thought direct us: Thou, Thou only, canst correct us. Brightness of the Father’s face, Light of Light, from God proceeding, Make us ready in this place; Ear and heart await Thy leading. Fill with life and inspiration Every prayer and meditation.

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• [Mzm 25:5] O Teach Me What It Meaneth

  O teach me what it meaneth, That cross uplifted high, With One, the Man of Sorrows, Condemned to bleed and die! O teach me what it cost Thee To make a sinner whole; And teach me, Savior, teach me The value of a soul! O teach me what it meaneth, That sacred crimson tide, The blood and water flowing From Thine own wounded side. Teach me that if none other Had sinned, but I alone, Yet still Thy blood, Lord Jesus, Thine only, must atone. O teach me what it meaneth, Thy love beyond compare, The love that reacheth deeper Than depths of self-despair! Yes, teach me, till there gloweth In this cold heart of mine Some feeble, pale reflection Of that pure love of Thine. O teach me what it meaneth, For I am full of sin, And grace alone can reach me, And love alone can win. O teach me, for I need Thee, I have no hope beside— The chief of all the sinners For whom the Savior died! O teach me what it meaneth The rest which Thou dost give To all the heavy-laden Who look to Thee and live. Because I am a rebel Thy pardon I receive Because Thou dost command me, I can, I do believe. O infinite Redeemer! I bring no other plea; Because Thou dost invite me I cast myself on Thee. Because Thou dost accept me I love and I adore; Because Thy love constraineth, I’ll praise Thee evermore!

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• [Mzm 25:5] O Thou God Of My Salvation

  O Thou God of my salvation, my Redeemer from all sin; Moved by Thy divine compassion, who hast died my heart to win; I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee, where shall I Thy praise begin? I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee, where shall I Thy praise begin? Though unseen, I love the Savior, He hath brought salvation near; Manifests His pardoning favor, and when Jesus doth appear, Soul and body, soul and body, shall His glorious image bear; Soul and body, soul and body, shall His glorious image bear. While the angel choirs are crying, “Glory to the great I Am,” I with them will still be vying—glory, glory, to the Lamb! Oh, how precious, oh, how precious is the sound of Jesus’ Name! Oh, how precious, oh, how precious is the sound of Jesus’ Name! Angels now are hovering round us, unperceived among the throng; Wondering at the love that crowned us, glad to sing the holy song; Hallelujah, hallelujah, love and praise to Christ belong! Hallelujah, hallelujah, love and praise to Christ belong!

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Mazmur 36:1

• [Mzm 36:1] Trespass Of The Wicked Man, The

  The trespass of the wicked man Most plainly testifies That fear of God’s most holy Name Is not before his eyes. He cherishes the empty hope, Although his sin be great, It never shall be brought to light And viewed with righteous hate. The words he utters with his mouth Are wickedness and lies; He keeps himself from doing good, And ceases to be wise. While on his bed his thought he gives To planning wickedness; He sets himself in evil ways, He shuns not to transgress.

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• [Mzm 36:1] While Men Grow Bold In Wicked Ways

  While men grow bold in wicked ways, And yet a God they own, My heart within me often says, “Their thoughts believe there’s none.” Their thoughts and ways at once declare, Whate’er their lips profess, God hath no wrath for them to fear, Nor will they seek His grace. What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes! But there’s a hastening hour, When they shall see with sore surprise The terrors of Thy power. Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep, unfathomed sea. Above the heav’ns’ created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds Where time and nature end. Safety to man Thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast; Beneath the shadow of Thy wings Thy children choose to rest. From Thee, when creature-streams run low. And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high. Though all created light decay, And death close up our eyes, Thy presence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rise.

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Mazmur 47:1

• [Mzm 47:1] All Nations, Clap Your Hands

  All nations, clap your hands, Let shouts of triumph ring, For mighty over all the lands The Lord Most High is King. Above our mighty foes He gave us power to stand, And as our heritage He chose The goodly promised land. With shouts ascends our King, With trumpet’s stirring call; Praise God, praise God, His praises sing, For God is Lord of all. O sing in joyful strains, And make His glory known; God over all the nations reigns, And holy is His throne. Our fathers’ God to own The kings of earth draw nigh, For none can save but God alone, He is the Lord Most High.

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• [Mzm 47:1] Clap Your Hands, Ye People All

  Clap your hands, ye people all, Praise the God on Whom ye call; Lift your voice, and shout His praise, Triumph in His sovereign grace! Glorious is the Lord most High, Terrible in majesty; He His sovereign sway maintains, King o’er all the earth He reigns. Jesus is gone up on high, Takes His seat above the sky: Shout the angel-choirs aloud, Echoing to the trump of God. Sons of earth, the triumph join, Praise Him with the host divine; Emulate the heavenly powers, Their victorious Lord is ours. Shout the God enthroned above, Trumpet forth His conquering love; Praises to our Jesus sing, Praises to our glorious King! Power is all to Jesus given, Power o’er hell, and earth, and Heav’n! Power He now to us imparts; Praise Him with believing hearts. Wonderful in saving power, Him let all our hearts adore; Earth and Heav’n repeat the cry, “Glory be to God most High!”

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• [Mzm 47:1] Hark! The Sounds Of Singing

  Hark! the sounds of singing Coming on the breeze, Notes of triumph winging Over lands and seas. Martial hosts assemble, Flushed with victory, Hell’s battalions tremble And prepare to flee. Refrain Army of salvation! Army of the Lord! Christ our Inspiration Christ our great Reward. Whence have come these legions, Valiant, free and strong? Worldwide are the regions Where they combat wrong. Gathering ’neath our banner While the trumpets blend, Here in fervent manner Let our praise ascend. Refrain Plucked as brands from burning, Saved by Jesus’ might, Earth’s allurement spurning, We for Christ will fight. He Who found and freed us From our captive chain, Surely He will lead us To eternal gain. Refrain Wondrous, wondrous story Of our God-made host, Unto Jesus glory ’Tis in Him we boast. Out of every nation, By His might restored, Army of salvation, Army of the Lord. Refrain

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• [Mzm 47:1] O For A Shout Of Sacred Joy

  O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sov’reign King! Let ev’ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. Jesus our God ascends on high, His heav’nly guards around Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpets’ joyful sound. While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth His honors sing; O’er all the earth He reigns. Rehearse His praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song, Nor mock Him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. In Isr’el stood His ancient throne, He lov’d that chosen race; But now He calls the world His own, And heathens taste His grace. The British islands are the Lord’s, There Abraham’s God is known; While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before His throne.

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• [Mzm 47:1] Rejoice Ye People, Homage Give

  Rejoice, ye people, homage give, To God with voice of triumph sing; He ruleth in dread majesty, The great, the universal King. He putteth nations under us And maketh us triumphant stand; He giveth for our heritage His promised rest, a goodly land. God hath ascended with a shout, Jehovah with the trumpet’s sound; Sing praise to God our King, sing praise, Yes, let His glorious praise abound. Our God is King of all the earth, With thoughtful heart His praise make known; O’er all the nations God doth reign, Exalted on His holy throne. To praise and serve our cov’nant God The princes of the earth draw nigh; All kingly pow’rs belong to Him, He is exalted, God most high.

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• [Mzm 47:1] Shout Of Mighty Triumph, A

  A shout of mighty triumph Through nature’s realm is heard, A shout which calls creation To hail th’Incarnate Word. Away with clouds and darkness! All hail, thrice blessèd morn; Sing out with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! Is this, ye holy shepherds, The mighty newborn King? This Child, so sweet and gentle, Can He such rapture bring? O yes! He comes, the Savior Of sinful earth forlorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! The cruel, cruel foeman This Child shall overthrow; Full soon, the fierce destroyer, His Lord’s stern might shall know: Of all his boasted power Soon to be roughly shorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! But say, sweet virgin mother, The Child upon thy breast, Will He receive young children, And share with them His rest? O yes! He will with glory Both old and young adorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! Rejoice then, youths and maidens, Old men and children, too; Lift up your cheerful voices, With bliss and rapture true! Ring out, ye towers and steeples! Blow, trumpet, pipe and horn! Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born!

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Mazmur 62:1

• [Mzm 62:1] God Of Grace, O Let Thy Light

  God of grace, O let Thy light Bless our dim and blinded sight; Like the day-spring on the night, Bid Thy grace to shine. To the nations led astray Thine eternal love display: Let Thy truth direct their way Till the world be Thine. Praise to Thee, the faithful Lord; Let all tongues in glad accord Learn the good thanksgiving word, Ever praising Thee. Let them moved to gladness sing, Owning Thee their Judge and King; Righteous truth shall bloom and spring Where Thy rule shall be. Praise to Thee, all faithful Lord; Let all tongues in glad accord Speak the good thanksgiving word, Heart rejoicing praise. So the fruitful earth’s increase, Bounty of the God of peace, Never in its course shall cease Through the length of days; While His grace our life shall cheer, Furthest lands shall own His fear, Brought to Him in worship near, Taught His mercy’s ways.

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• [Mzm 62:1] My Soul In Silence Waits For God

  My soul in silence waits for God, My Savior He has proved; He only is my Rock and Tower; I never shall be moved. My honor is secure with God, My Savior He is known; My Refuge and my Rock of strength Are found in God alone. My enemies my ruin seek, They plot with fraud and guile; Deceitful, they pretend to bless, But inwardly revile. My soul in silence waits for God, He is my help approved; He only only is my Rock and Tower, And I shall not be moved. On Him, ye people, evermore Rely with confidence; Before Him pour ye out your heart, For God is our defense. For surely men are helpers vain, The high and the abased; Yea, lighter than a breath are they When in the balance placed. Trust not in harsh oppression’s power Nor in unrighteous gain; If wealth increase, yet on your gold Ye set your hearts in vain. For God has spoken o’er and o’er, And unto me has shown, That saving power and lasting strength Belong to Him alone. Yea, lovingkindness evermore Belongs to Thee, O Lord; And Thou according to his work Dost every man reward.

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• [Mzm 62:1] My Soul With Expectation

  My soul with expectation doth Depend on God indeed; My strength and my salvation do From Him alone proceed. He only my Salvation is, And my strong Rock is He; He only is my sure Defense; I shall not movèd be. In God my glory placèd is, And my salvation sure; In God the Rock is of my strength; My Refuge most secure. Ye people, place your confidence In Him continually; Before Him pour ye out your heart; God is our Refuge high.

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Mazmur 64:1

• [Mzm 64:1] Hear, Lord, The Voice Of My Complaint

  Hear, Lord, the voice of my complaint, Preserve my life from fear; Hide me from plotting enemies And evil, crowding near. The workers of iniquity, Their deadly shafts prepare; They aim at me their treacherous words; O save me from their snare. The wicked in their base designs Grow arrogant and bold; Conspiring secretly, they think That God will not behold; They search out more iniquity, Their thoughts and plans are deep, But God will smite, for He is near His saints to guard and keep. The wicked, by their sins o’ercome, Shall soon be brought to shame; The hand of God shall yet appear, And all shall fear His Name. The just shall triumph in the Lord, Their trust shall be secure, And endless glory then shall crown The upright and the pure.

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• [Mzm 64:1] Unmoved By Fear, My Praise Is Due

  Unmoved by fear, my praise is due To Thee, Thou gracious God of saints; Thy mercies great, Thy counsel true, My prayers are heard and my complaints; My prayers are heard and my complaints. Compassed by love, my heart’s best thought I raise in gratitude to Thee; Nor wait to thank Thee; all untaught, Thy love’s best gift hath taught it me; Thy love’s best gift hath taught it me. I fear but that I may not gain A place beside my noblest Friend; I love, but ah, the sweet refrain, “On Thee, my Savior, I depend; On Thee, my Savior, I depend.”

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Mazmur 143:10

• [Mzm 143:10] God Is Ever Good

  See the shining dewdrops On the flowers strewed, Proving as they sparkle, “God is ever good, Ever good.” See the morning sunbeams Lighting up the wood, Silently proclaiming, “God is ever good, Ever good.” Hear the mountain streamlet In its solitude, With its ripple saying, “God is ever good, Ever good.” He Who came to save us Shed His precious blood; Better things it speaketh: “God is ever good, Ever good.” Bring, my heart, thy tribute, Songs of gratitude; All things join to tell us, “God is ever good, Ever good.”

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• [Mzm 143:10] Sweet Will Of God

  My stubborn will at last hath yielded; I would be Thine, and Thine alone; And this the prayer my lips are bringing, Lord, let in me Thy will be done. Refrain Sweet will of God, still fold me closer; Till I am wholly lost in Thee; Sweet will of God, still fold me closer, Till I am wholly lost in Thee. Refrain I’m tired of sin, footsore and weary, The darksome path hath dreary grown, But now a light has ris’n to cheer me; I find in Thee my Star, my Sun. Refrain Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior, Doth now embrace and compass me; All discords hushed, my peace a river, My soul, a prisoned bird, set free. Refrain Shut in with Thee, O Lord, forever, My wayward feet no more to roam; What pow’r from Thee my soul can sever? The center of God’s will my home. Refrain

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• [Mzm 143:10] Within The Maddening Maze Of Things

  Within the maddening maze of things, When tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good! No offering of my own I have, Nor works my faith to prove; I can but give the gifts He gave, And plead His love for love. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care. And so beside the silent sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies.

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