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Mazmur 27:9

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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 5:10

• [Mzm 5:10] This Is Thy Will, I Know

  This is Thy will, I know, That I should holy be, Should let my sins this moment go, This moment turn to Thee. O might I now embrace Thy all sufficient power, And nevermore to sin give place, And never grieve Thee more!
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Mazmur 28:1

• [Mzm 28:1] O Lord, To Thee I Cry

  O Lord, to Thee I cry; Thou art my Rock and Trust; O be not silent, lest I die And slumber in the dust. O hear me when in prayer Thy favor I entreat; Hear, while I lift imploring hands Before Thy mercy seat. O draw me not away With those of evil will; With them who speak of peace indeed, But still are plotting ill. Requite them for their wrong, Their evil deeds, O Lord; O give them then their just desert, And to their deeds reward. Thy deeds they disregard, Thy handiwork despise; And therefore Thou wilt cast them down And never let them rise. But blessèd be the Lord Who hearkens when I cry; The Lord, my Strength, my Help, my Shield, On Him will I rely. His help makes glad my heart, And songs of praise I sing; Jehovah is His people’s Strength, The Stronghold of their king. Bless Thine inheritance, Our Savior be, I pray; Supply Thou all Thy people’s need, And be their constant Stay.

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Mazmur 30:1

• [Mzm 30:1] O Lord, By Thee Delivered

  O Lord, by Thee delivered, I Thee with songs extol; My foes Thou hast not suffered to glory o’er my fall. O Lord, my God, I sought Thee, and Thou didst heal and save; Thou, Lord, from death didst ransom and keep me from the grave. His holy Name remember, ye saints, give thanks and praise; His anger lasts a moment, His favor all our days; For sorrow, like a pilgrim, may tarry for a night, But joy the heart will gladden when dawns the morning light. In prosperous days I boasted, “Unmoved I shall remain”; For Lord, Thy good favor my cause didst maintain; I soon was sorely troubled, for Thou didst hide Thy face; I cried to Thee, Jehovah, I sought Jehovah’s grace. What profit if I perish, if life Thou dost not spare? Shall dust repeat Thy praises, shall it Thy truth declare? O Lord, on me have mercy, and my petition hear; That Thou mayst be my Helper, in mercy, Lord, appear. My grief is turned to gladness, to Thee my thanks I raise; Who hast removed my sorrow and girded me with praise; And now, no longer silent, my heart Thy praise will sing; O Lord, my God, forever my thanks to Thee I bring.

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• [Mzm 30:1] O, Lord, My God

  O Lord, my God! I will keep on thanking You—forever O, Father! O Lord, my God! I will keep on thanking You—forever O, Father! You lift me up, You keep my enemies away. My soul sings of your faithfulness! You’re my Foundation, Lord, a rock that I can lean on. Your Word will live forevermore! I know, my Lord, that You have ransomed me from death. O, help me never to forget! Into Your hands do I commit my grateful spirit, With You I will not be afraid! O, Lord, my God, how You have filled my emptiness. I’m like a stream, You’re like the rain. O, Lord my God, now I can see Your plan for me—ev’rywhere I go, there You will be! Repeat Chorus

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Mazmur 55:1

• [Mzm 55:1] Jehovah, To My Prayer Give Ear

  Jehovah, to my prayer give ear, Nor hide Thee from my cry; Attend my sad complaint, and hear My restless moan and sigh. My enemies lift up their voice, The violent oppress; To do me wrong my foes rejoice, And love my soul’s distress. Sore pained in heart I find no ease, Death’s terrors fill my soul, Great fear and trembling on me seize, And horrors o’er me roll. O had I wings, I sigh and say, Like some swift dove to roam, Then I would hasten far away And a find a peaceful home. Lo, wandering far, my rest would be In some lone desert waste; I from the stormy wind would flee, And to a shelter haste. O Lord, their malice recompense Their wicked tongues confound, For in the city violence And bitter strife abound. They walk her walls both night and day, Within all vices meet; Oppression, fraud and crime hold sway, Nor leave the crowded street. No foreign foe provokes alarm, But enemies within; May God destroy their power to harm And recompense their sin.

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• [Mzm 55:1] O God, Give Thou Ear To My Plea

  O God, give Thou ear to my plea, And hide not Thyself from my cry; O hearken and answer Thou me, As restless and weary I sigh. O that I had wings like a dove, For then I would fly far away And seek for the rest that I love, Where trouble no more could dismay. Nay, soul, call on God all the day; The Lord for thy help will appear; At eve, morn, and noon humbly pray, And He thy petition will hear. Thy burden now cast on the Lord, And He shall thy weakness sustain; The righteous who trust in His Word Unmoved shall forever remain.

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Mazmur 61:5

• [Mzm 61:5] Blessed Master, I Have Promised

  Blessèd Master, I have promised, Hear my solemn vow; Take this pledge of mine and seal it Here and now. Strength of mine is only weakness, Thine is strength indeed; Strengthen me in fullest measure As I need. Let no worldly cares nor pleasures Call my heart away; Save me, Lord, and keep me faithful Day by day.
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Mazmur 65:1

• [Mzm 65:1] Before Thee, Lord, A People Waits

  Before Thee, Lord, a people waits To praise Thy Name in Zion’s gates, To Thee shall vows be paid; Thou Hearer of the suppliant’s prayer, To Thee in need shall all repair To seek Thy gracious aid. How great my trespasses appear; But Thou from guilt my soul will clear, And my transgressions hide. How blest Thy chosen, who by grace Are brought within Thy dwelling place That they may there abide. The goodness of Thy house, O Lord, The joys Thy holy courts afford, Our souls shall satisfy; By deeds of might, in justice wrought, The Lord will grant us what we sought, Our Savior, God Most High. On Thy sustaining arm depend, To earth and sea’s remotest end, All men in every age; Thy strength establishes the hills, Thy word the roaring billows stills, And calms the peoples’ rage. The tribes of earth’s remotest lands Behold the tokens of Thy hands And bow in godly fear; The east, where beams the morning light, The west, in evening glories bright, Rejoice, for Thou art near.

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• [Mzm 65:1] For Thee, O God, Our Constant Praise

  For Thee, O God, our constant praise In Zion waits, Thy chosen seat; Our promised altars we will raise, And there our zealous vows complete. O Thou, who to my humble prayer Didst always bend Thy listening ear, To Thee shall all mankind repair, And at Thy gracious throne appear. Our sins, though numberless, in vain, To stop Thy flowing mercy try; Whilst Thou o’erlook’st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye. Blest is the man, who, near Thee placed, Within Thy sacred dwelling lies! While we, at humbler distance, taste The vast delights Thy temple gives.

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• [Mzm 65:1] Praise For Thee, Lord, In Zion Waits

  Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits; Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, And find through Christ salvation there. Our spirits faint; our sins prevail; Leave not our trembling hearts to fail: O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, And still be found the sinner’s friend. How blest Thy saints! how safely led! How surely kept! how richly fed! Savior of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in Thee. Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills; Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, And earthy Thou bounty wide displays. The year is with Thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles and owns her King. Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour; The moral waste within restore; O let Thy love our springtide be, And make us all bear fruit to Thee.

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• [Mzm 65:1] Praise Waits For Thee In Zion

  Praise waits for Thee in Zion; all tribes shall worship there And pay their vows before Thee, O God Who hearest prayer. Our sins rise up against us, prevailing day by day, But Thou wilt show us mercy and take their guilt away. How blest the ones Thou callest and bringest near to Thee, That in Thy courts forever their dwelling place may be; They shall within Thy temple be satisfied with grace, And filled with all the goodness of Thy most holy place. O God of our salvation, since Thou dost love the right, Thou wilt an answer send us in wondrous deeds of might. In all earth’s habitations, on all the boundless sea, We find no sure reliance, no peace, apart from Thee. Thy might sets fast the mountains; strength girds Thee evermore To calm the raging peoples and still the ocean’s roar. Thy majesty and greatness are through all lands confessed, And joy on earth Thou sendest afar from east to west.

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Mazmur 65:5

• [Mzm 65:5] Almighty Father, Hear Our Cry

  Almighty Father, hear our cry, As o’er the trackless deep we roam; Be Thou our haven always nigh, On homeless waters Thou our home. O Jesu, Savior, at Whose voice The tempest sank to perfect rest, Bid Thou the fearful heart rejoice, And cleanse and calm the troubled breast. O Holy Ghost, beneath Whose power The ocean woke to life and light, Command Thy blessing in this hour, Thy fostering warmth, Thy quickening might. Great God of our salvation, Thee We love, we worship, we adore; Our Refuge on time’s changeful sea, Our Joy on Heav’n’s eternal shore.

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• [Mzm 65:5] Father, Who Art Alone

  Father, who art alone Our Helper and our Stay; O hear us! as we plead For loved ones far away; And shield with Thine almighty hand Our wanderers by sea and land. O compass with Thy love The daily path they tread! And may Thy light and truth Upon their hearts be shed; That, one in all things with Thy will, Heav’n’s peace and joy their souls may fill. Guard them from every harm When dangers shall assail, And teach them that Thy power Can never, never fail; We cannot with our loved ones be, But trust them, Father, unto Thee.

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• [Mzm 65:5] God Of Our Salvation Hears, The

  The God of our salvation hears The groans of Zion mixed with tears; Yet when He comes with kind designs, Through all the way His terror shines. On Him the race of man depends, Far as the earth’s remotest ends, Where the Creator’s Name is known By nature’s feeble light alone. Sailors, that travel o’er the flood, Address their frighted souls to God, When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore. He bids the noisy tempests cease; He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm, He settles in a peaceful form; Mountains, established by His hand, Firm on their old foundations stand. Behold His ensigns sweep the sky, New comets blaze, and lightnings fly; The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes. At His command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun’s declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. Seasons and times obey His voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. ’Tis from His watery stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth His enriching drops dispense. The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the valleys yield; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighboring hills repeat their joys. The pastures smile in green array; There lambs and larger cattle play; The larger cattle and the lamb Each in His language speaks Thy Name. Thy works pronounce Thy power divine; O’er every field Thy glories shine; Through every month Thy gifts appear; Great God, Thy goodness crowns the year!

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Mazmur 69:1

• [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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Mazmur 79:1

• [Mzm 79:1] In Thy Heritage The Heathen

  In Thy heritage the heathen Now, O God, triumphant stand; They defile Thy holy temple, They destroy Thy chosen land; Ruthless, they have slain Thy servants, They have caused Thy saints to mourn; In the sight of all about us We endure reproach and scorn. O how long against Thy people Shall Thine anger burn, O Lord? On Thine enemies, the heathen, Be Thine indignation poured; Smite the kingdoms that defy Thee, Calling not upon Thy Name; They have long devoured Thy people And have swept Thy land with flame. O remember not against us Evil by our fathers wrought; Haste to help us in Thy mercy Near to ruin we are brought; Help us, God of our salvation, For the glory of Thy Name; For Thy Name’s sake come and save us, Take away our sin and shame. Let Thy foes no longer scorn Thee, Now avenge Thy servants slain; Loose the prisoner, save the dying, All Thine enemies restrain; Then Thy flock, Thy chosen people, Unto Thee their thanks shall raise, And to every generation We will sing Thy glorious praise.

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• [Mzm 79:1] Remember Not, O God

  Remember not, O God, The sins of long ago; In tender mercy visit us, Distressed and humbled low. O Lord, our Savior, help, And glorify Thy Name; Deliver us from all our sins, And take away our shame. In Thy compassion hear Thy prisoner’s plaintive sigh, And in the greatness of Thy power Save those about to die. Then, safe within Thy fold, We will exalt Thy Name; Our thankful hearts with songs of joy Thy goodness will proclaim.

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