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Mazmur 3:1

• [Mzm 3:1] My God, How Many Are My Fears

  My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. The lying tempter would persuade There’s no relief in Heav’n; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiv’n. But Thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. I cried, and from His holy hill He bowed a listening ear; I called my Father, and my God, And He subdued my fear. He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose. What though the hosts of death and hell All armed against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace, While I Thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent’s teeth, And death has lost his sting. Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save; Blessings attend Thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.

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• [Mzm 3:1] O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased

  O Lord, how are my foes increased! Against me many rise; How many say, in vain for help He on his God relies. Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, My Savior, O Most High, The Lord from out His holy hill Gives answer when I cry. I laid me down and slept, I waked, Because the Lord sustains; Though many thousands compass me, Unmoved my soul remains. Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; For Thou hast owned my cause; And oft hast beaten down my foes Who scorn Thy righteous laws. Salvation to the Lord belongs, In Him His saints are blest; O let Thy blessing evermore Upon Thy people rest.

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• [Mzm 3:1] O Lord, How Many They

  O Lord, how many they Who deeply trouble me; How greatly are they multiplied Who do me injury. There is no help for him, No help in God, they say; Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, Thou art my certain Stay. I called to God, He heard From out His holy hill. I fell asleep, I woke in peace, For He sustained me still. Arise and save, O Lord, For Thou didst smite my foe. Salvation cometh from the Lord; His saints His blessings know.

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Mazmur 27:3

• [Mzm 27:3] God Help Our Country To Be Strong

  God help our country to be strong, ’Gainst all the battle-hosts of wrong; In all we pledge or think or do God help our country to be true. God hold our nation’s aim sincere, God save her heart from coward fear, God prosper her with true success, And crown her head with worthiness. From foe without and foe within, From open shame and hidden sin, From boastful pride and greedy store, God keep our nation evermore!

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• [Mzm 27:3] Patriot’s Prayer, The

  God of our sires that joyful sang, While forest shades triumphant rang, When on the wild New England shore, Their sails were furled, their voyage o’er. O Lord, defend Thy children yet, Nor let our hearts Thy Name forget; O Lord, defend Thy children yet, Nor let our hearts Thy Name forget. God of the brave that sought Thy aid, And in Thy robe of strength arrayed, They won for us beneath Thy care, The flag we prize, the peace we share, O Lord, defend our nation yet, Nor let our hearts Thy Name forget; O Lord, defend our nation yet, Nor let our hearts Thy Name forget. And when the call to arms again Was heard afar o’er hill and plain, Thy mighty hand upheld the right, Thy love restored Thy banner bright, O Lord, defend our nation yet, Nor let our hearts Thy Name forget; O Lord, defend our nation yet, Nor let our hearts Thy Name forget. God of our land, Thy gift so free, O hear the prayer we breathe to Thee; Let union’s bond our souls entwine, And guard alike the palm and pine. O Lord, defend our nation yet, Nor let our hearts Thy Name forget; O Lord, defend our nation yet, Nor let our hearts Thy Name forget.

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• [Mzm 27:3] Surrounded By A Host Of Foes

  Surrounded by a host of foes, Stormed by a host of foes within, Nor swift to flee, nor strong t’oppose, Single, against hell, earth, and sin, Single, yet undismayed, I am; I dare believe in Jesus’ Name. What though a thousand hosts engage, A thousand worlds, my soul to shake? I have a shield shall quell their rage, And drive the alien armies back; Portrayed it bears a bleeding Lamb I dare believe in Jesus’ Name. Me to retrieve from Satan’s hands, Me from this evil world to free, To purge my sins, and loose my bands, And save from all iniquity, My Lord and God from Heav’n He came; I dare believe in Jesus’ Name. Salvation in His Name there is, Salvation from sin, death, and hell, Salvation into glorious bliss, How great salvation, who can tell! But all He hath for mine I claim; I dare believe in Jesus’ Name.

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Mazmur 127:2

• [Mzm 127:2] He Giveth His Beloved Sleep

  Sorrow and care may meet, The tempest cloud may low’r, The surge of sin may beat Upon earth’s troubled shore; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. The din of war may roll, With all her raging flight, Grief may oppress the soul, Throughout the weary nigh; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. In childhood’s winsome page, In manhood’s joyous bloom, In feebleness and age, In death’s dark gathering gloom, God will His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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• [Mzm 127:2] Joy And Light

  Joy and light, joy and light, Over the crystal sea; Come, come, soft and bright, Over the crystal sea. Come on your snowy pinions white, Come in the silent calm of night, Watch when the pale stars keep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Love and rest, love and rest, Carol in silver tone; Glad songs, pure and blest, Carol in silver tone. Come from the fadeless flowers that grow, Come from the sparkling streams that flow, Come in the midnight deep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Voice divine, voice divine, Speak, and our souls shall hear; Sweet, sweet words are Thine, Speak, and our souls shall hear. Tell of a cloudless region fair, Tell of the many mansions there, Speak to the hearts that weep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep.

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• [Mzm 127:2] Of All The Thoughts Of God

  Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the psalmist’s music deep, Now tell me if there any is, For gift or grace surpassing this: “He giveth His belovèd sleep”? What would we give to our beloved? The hero’s heart to be unmoved, The poet’s star tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot’s voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch’s crown, to light the brows? He giveth His belovèd sleep. “Sleep soft, belovèd!” we sometimes say, Who have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His belovèd sleep. His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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