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Mazmur 4:1

• [Mzm 4:1] My Prayer

  O Father, hear me as I pray to Thee, I know that I am far from purity; But Jesus died that sinful men might live, So in His Name I ask Thee to forgive. Refrain Father, Father, Humbly now I come to Thee; Father, Father, Hear, oh hear my humble plea. I pray that Thou wilt pardon ev’ry sin; O Lord, forgive and make me pure within. Plant a desire for service in my heart And give me strength to always do my part. Refrain Tonight, O Father, as the shadows creep And I so gently close my eyes in sleep, I pray that Thou wilt guard me through the night And keep me safe till comes the morning light. Refrain When morning comes, oh, let me rise to work, Forbid that duty I should ever shirk; And when at last my race on earth is run, Grant, Lord, that I may hear Thee say, “Well done.” Refrain

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• [Mzm 4:1] My Righteous God, Who Oft Of Old

  My righteous God, who oft of old Hast saved from troubles manifold, Give answer when I call to Thee, Be gracious now and hear my plea. How long, O men, will ye defame How long My glory turn to shame, How long will ye vain follies prize, How long pursue deceit and lies? But know, the Lord has set apart The man of godly life and heart To be His favored one for aye; Jehovah hears me when I pray. In reverence wait, from sin depart, In meditation calm your heart; Hold fast the right, be true and just, And in Jehovah put your trust. O who will show us any good, Exclaims the faithless multitude; But lift on us, O Lord, we pray, The brightness of Thy face this day. More joy from Thee has filled my heart Than great abundance could impart; I lay me down to peaceful sleep, For Thou, O Lord, dost safely keep.

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• [Mzm 4:1] O God Of Grace And Righteousness

  O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou hast enlarged me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. Ye sons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Savior’s Name? Know that the Lord divides His saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears the cry of penitents, For the dear sake of Christ that died. When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness We put our trust in God alone, And glory in His pard’ning grace. Let the unthinking many say, “Who will bestow some earthly good?” But Lord, Thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heav’nly food. Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice, At grace and favors so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their corn, and all their wine.

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• [Mzm 4:1] When Our Heads Are Bowed With Woe

  When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o’erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! When the solemn death bell tolls, For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou hast bowed the dying head, With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Though the sins were not Thine own; Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

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Mazmur 18:1

• [Mzm 18:1] I Love The Lord, His Strength Is Mine

  I love the Lord, His strength is mine; He is my God, I trust His grace; My Fortress high, my Shield divine, My Savior and my Hiding Place. From God the victory I receive; Most perfect is His holy way; His Word is tried, they who believe Will find the Lord their Shield and Stay. For who is God, and strong to save, Beside the Lord, our God of might? ’Tis He that makes me strong and brave, The Lord Who guides my steps aright. Thy free salvation is my shield, My sure defense in every strait; Thy hand upholds me, lest I yield; Thy gentleness has made me great.

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• [Mzm 18:1] I Never Will Cease To Love Him

  For all the Lord has done for me, I never will cease to love Him; And for His grace so rich and free, I never will cease to love Him. Refrain I never will cease to love Him, My Savior, my Savior; I never will cease to love Him, He’s done so much for me. He gives me strength for every day, I never will cease to love Him; He leads and guides me all the way, I never will cease to love Him. Refrain Though all the world His love neglect, I never will cease to love Him; I could not such a Friend reject, I never will cease to love Him. Refrain While on my journey here below, I never will cease to love Him; And when to that bright world I go, I never will cease to love Him. Refrain

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• [Mzm 18:1] O God, My Strength And Fortitude

  O God, my strength and fortitude In truth I will love Thee; Thou art my castle and defense In my necessity. My God, my Rock, in whom I trust, The Worker of my wealth, My Refuge, Buckler, and my Shield, The Horn of all my health. When I, beset with pain and grief, Prayed to my God for grace; Forthwith my God heard my complaint, Out of His holy place. The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens high, And underneath His feet He cast The darkness of the sky. On cherub and on cherubim Full royally He rode; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad. He brought me forth in open place, That so I might be free; And kept me safe, because He had A favor unto me. Unspotted are the ways of God, His Word is truly tried; He is a sure defense to such As in His ways abide.

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• [Mzm 18:1] Thee Will I Love, My Strength, My Tower (wesley)

  Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower, Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown, Thee will I love with all my power, In all Thy works, and Thee alone; Thee will I love, till the pure fire Fill my whole soul with chaste desire. Ah, why did I so late Thee know, Thee, lovelier than the sons of men! Ah, why did I no sooner go To Thee, the only ease in pain! Ashamed, I sigh, and inly mourn, That I so late to Thee did turn. In darkness willingly I strayed, I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved; Far wide my wandering thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than Thee I loved; And now if more at length I see, ’Tis through Thy light and comes from Thee. I thank Thee, uncreated Sun, That Thy bright beams on me have shined; I thank Thee, who hast overthrown My foes, and healed my wounded mind; I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. Uphold me in the doubtful race, Nor suffer me again to stray; Strengthen my feet with steady pace Still to press forward in Thy way; My soul and flesh, O Lord of might, Fill, satiate, with Thy heavenly light. Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires, Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love that all Heaven’s host inspires; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown, Or smile, Thy scepter, or Thy rod; What though my flesh and heart decay? Thee shall I love in endless day!

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• [Mzm 18:1] Thee Will I Love, My Strength, My Tower (winkworth)

  Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower; Thee will I love, my Hope, my Joy; Thee will I love with all my power, With ardor time will ne’er destroy. Thee will I love, O Light Divine, So long as life is mine. Thee will I love, my Life, my Savior, Who art my best and truest Friend; Thee will I love and praise forever, For never shall Thy kindness end; Thee will I love with all my heart, Thou my Redeemer art. I thank Thee, Jesus, Sun from Heaven, Whose radiance hath brought light to me; I thank Thee, who hast richly given All that could make me glad and free; I thank Thee that my soul is healed By what Thy lips revealed. Oh, keep me watchful, then, and humble And suffer me no more to stray; Uphold me when my feet would stumble, Nor let me loiter by the way. Fill all my nature with Thy light, O Radiance strong and bright! Oh, teach me, Lord, to love Thee truly With soul and body, head and heart, And grant me grace that I may duly Practice fore’er love’s sacred art. Grant that my every thought may be Directed e’er to Thee. Thee will I love, my Crown of gladness; Thee will I love, my God and Lord, Amid the darkest depths of sadness, Nor for the hope of high reward— For Thine own sake, O Light Divine, So long as life is mine.

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• [Mzm 18:1] Thee Will I Love, O Lord, My Strength

  Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defense; Thy mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found salvation thence. Death, and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their dismal shade; While floods of high temptations rose, And made my sinking soul afraid. I saw the opening gates of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there, Which none but they that feel can tell; While I was hurried to despair. In my distress I called my God, When I could scarce believe Him mine: He bowed His ear to my complaint, Then did His grace appear divine. With speed He flew to my relief, As on a cherub’s wing He rode; Awful and bright as lightning shone The face of my Deliverer, God. Temptations fled at His rebuke, The blast of His almighty breath; He sent salvation from on high, And drew me from the deeps of death. Great were my fears, my foes were great, Much was their strength, and more their rage; But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still, In all the wars that devils wage. My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; And give the glory to the Lord, Due to His mercy and His power.

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• [Mzm 18:1] We Love, Thee Lord, And We Adore

  We love Thee, Lord, and we adore; Now is Thine arm revealed: Thou art our strength, our heav’nly tower, Our bulwark and our shield. We fly to our eternal Rock, And find a sure defense; His holy Name our lips invoke, And draw salvation thence. When God, our Leader, shines in arms, What mortal heart can bear The thunder of His loud alarms, The lightning of His spear? He rides upon the wingèd wind, And angels in array In millions wait to know His mind, And swift as flames obey. He speaks, and at His fierce rebuke Whole armies are dismayed; His voice, His frown, His angry look, Strikes all their courage dead. He forms our generals for the field, With all their dreadful skill; Gives them His awful sword to wield, And makes their hearts of steel. He arms our captains to the fight, Though there His name’s forgot; He girded Cyrus with His might, But Cyrus knew Him not. Oft has the Lord whole nations blessed For His own church’s sake; The powers that give His people rest, Shall of His care partake.

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Mazmur 44:1

• [Mzm 44:1] O God, We Have Heard

  O God, we have heard, and our fathers have told What wonders Thou didst in the great days of old; The nations were crushed and expelled by Thy hand, Cast out that Thy people might dwell in their land. They gained not the land by the edge of the sword, Their own arm to them could no safety afford, But Thy right hand saved, and the light of Thy face, Because of Thy favor and wonderful grace. Command, and Thy word shall deliverance bring, O God, to Thy chosen, for Thou art our King; Through Thee we will surely defeat all our foes, Through Thy Name will triumph o’er those that oppose. No trust will I place in my strength to defend. Nor yet on my sword as a safeguard depend; In Thee, who hast saved us and put them to shame, We boast all the day, ever praising Thy Name. Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts; No more to the field dost Thou go with our hosts; Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay, And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey. Like sheep to the slaughter Thy people are given, Dispersed through the nations, afar we are driven; Thou sellest Thy people to strangers for naught, Their price to Thy treasure no increase has brought. Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride, And those that are near us to scoff and deride; A byword the nations have made of our name, With scorn and derision they put us to shame. Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace, And covered am I with confusion of face; The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear, The foe and avenger against me appear. All this have we suffered, and never forgot To serve Thee, Jehovah, nor falsely have wrought; Our heart is not turned, and our steps have not strayed, Though crushed amid ruins and under death’s shade.

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• [Mzm 44:1] O Lord, Our Fathers Oft Have Told

  O Lord, our fathers oft have told, In our attentive ears, Thy wonders in their days performed, And in more ancient years. ’Twas not their courage, or their sword, To them salvation gave; ’Twas not their number or their strength That did their country save. But Thy right hand, Thy powerful arm, Whose succor they implored— Thy providence protected them, Who Thy great Name adored. As Thee their God our fathers owned So Thou art still our King; O therefore as Thou didst to them, To us deliverance bring. To Thee the glory we ascribe, From Whom salvation came; In God, our Shield, we will rejoice, And ever bless Thy Name.

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• [Mzm 44:1] Our Nation, God, Its Heart To Thee Upraiseth

  Our nation, God, its heart to Thee upraiseth, O Lord, the nation bows before Thy face: With high thanksgiving, Thee Thy glad church praiseth, Our strength Thy Spir’t, our trust and hope Thy grace. Unto great honor, glory undeservèd, Hast Thou exalted us, and drawn Thee nigh: Nor, from Thy judgments, when our feet had swervèd, Didst Thou forsake, nor leave us, Lord most high. In Thee our fathers trusted, and were savèd, In Thee destroyèd thrones of tyrants proud: From ancient bondage freed the poor enslavèd; To sow Thy truth poured out their saintly blood. Us now, we pray, O God, in anger scorn not, Nor to vainglorying leave, nor brutish sense In time of trouble Thy face from us turn not, Who art our Rock, our stately sure defense. Unto our minds give freedom and uprightness; Let strengthened courage lead o’er land and wave, To our souls’ armor grant celestial brightness, Joy to our hearts, and faith beyond the grave. Our plenteous nation still in power extending, Increase our joy, uphold us by Thy Word: Beauty and wisdom all our ways attending, Good will to man and peace through Christ our Lord.

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• [Mzm 44:1] Praise To Our God, Whose Bounteous Hand

  Praise to our God, whose bounteous hand Prepared of old our glorious land; A garden fenced with silver sea; A people prosperous, strong, and free. Praise to our God; through all our past His mighty arm hath held us fast; Till wars and perils, toils and tears, Have brought the rich and peaceful years. Praise to our God; the vine He set Within our coasts is fruitful yet; On many a shore her offshoots grow; ’Neath many a sun her clusters glow. Praise to our God; His power alone Can keep unmoved our ancient throne, Sustained by counsels wise and just, And guarded by a people’s trust. Praise to our God; Who still forbears Who still this sinful nation spares, Who calls us still to seek His face, And lengthens out our day of grace. Praise to our God; through chastenings stern Our evil dross should thoroughly burn, His rod and staff, from age to age, Shall rule and guide His heritage!

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Mazmur 45:1

• [Mzm 45:1] Goodly Theme Is Mine, A

  A goodly theme is mine, And eagerly I sing; For bounteous words flow from my lips As I salute the King. Supremely fair He is, In beauty peerless He; For Him the favor of the Lord Doth grace eternally. Gird on Thy sword, O King, Put on Thy majesty; Ride out in full regalia, And richest panoply. Triumph in very truth, In meekness and in right, Let fly the arrows of revenge, And vanquish in Thy might. Thy throne is ever sure, Establishèd of God; Its scepter is of righteousness, Of equity its rod. Thou lovest perfect right, Hatest iniquity; Therefore with oil of festive joy The Lord anointed Thee. Thy garments breathe of myrrh, Of spices rich and rare; Glad strains of joyous music ring Throughout Thy palace fair. Amid Thy glorious train King’s daughters waiting stand, And on Thy right the queen adorned In gold from Ophir land. O royal bride, give heed, This King is now thy Lord; Forsake thy former loyalties, Full fealty accord. Thy beauty and thy grace Will then delight the King; And they to thee, since thou art His, Their precious gifts will bring. Enthroned in royal state And glorious thou shalt dwell, With garments fair, inwrought with gold, His bride He loveth well. And they who honor thee Shall in thy train attend, And to the palace of the King Shall joyfully ascend. Then in Thy Father’s place The sons of royal birth Thou wilt endow with regal gifts As princes of the earth. Thy Name shall be proclaimed Through all succeeding days, And all the peoples everywhere Shall give Thee endless praise.

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• [Mzm 45:1] I’ll Speak The Honors Of My King

  I’ll speak the honors of my King, His form divinely fair; None of His sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. Sweet is Thy speech, and heav’nly grace Upon Thy lips is shed; Thy God, with blessings infinite, Hath crowned Thy sacred head. Gird on Thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrors shall strike through Thy foes, And make the world obey. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful scepter in Thy hands, To rule the saints by love. Justice and truth attend Thee still, But mercy is Thy choice; And God, Thy God, Thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys.

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• [Mzm 45:1] My Heart Doth Overflow

  My heart doth overflow, a goodly theme is mine; My eager tongue with joyful song doth praise the King divine. Supremely fair Thou art, Thy lips with grace o’erflow; His richest blessing evermore doth God on Thee bestow. Now gird Thee with Thy sword, O strong and mighty One; In splendid majesty arrayed, more glorious than the sun. Triumphantly ride forth for meekness, truth and right; Thine arm shall gain the victory in wondrous deeds of might. Thy strength shall overcome all those that hate the King, And under Thy dominion strong the nations Thou shalt bring. Thy royal throne, O God, forevermore shall stand; Eternal truth and justice wield the scepter in Thy hand. Since Thou art sinless found, the Lord, Thy God, confessed, Anointeth Thee with perfect joy, Thou art supremely blessed. Thy garments breathe of myrrh and spices sweet and rare; Glad strains of heav’nly music ring throughout Thy palace fair. Amid Thy glorious train kings’ daughters waiting stand, And fairest gems bedeck Thy bride, the queen at Thy right hand. O royal bride, give heed, and to my words attend; For Christ, the King, forsake the world and every former friend.

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Mazmur 52:1

• [Mzm 52:1] How Good Is The God We Adore

  How good is the God we adore, Our faithful unchangeable Friend! His love is as great as His power, And knows neither measure nor end! ’Tis Jesus the First and the Last, Whose Spirit shall Guide us safe home, We’ll praise Him for all that is past, And trust Him for all that’s to come.
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• [Mzm 52:1] O Mighty Man, Why Wilt Thou Boast

  O mighty man, why wilt thou boast Thyself in hateful cruelty, When God Almighty is most kind, And ever merciful is He? Thy tongue deviseth wickedness, A weapon treacherous and keen; Thou lovest evil more than good, And falsehood in thy sight is clean. Since, O thou false, deceitful tongue, In deadly words thou findest joy, The Lord shall pluck thee from thy place And all thy wickedness destroy. The good, confirmed in godly fear, The pride and folly shall confess Of those who make not God their strength, But trust in wealth and wickedness. But as for me, my strength is like A verdant temple olive tree; My trust is in God’s tender love, Which shall endure eternally. With endless thanks, O Lord, to Thee, Thy wondrous works I will proclaim, And in the presence of Thy saints Will ever hope in Thy good Name.

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Mazmur 56:1

• [Mzm 56:1] O Thou Whose Justice Reigns On High

  O Thou whose justice reigns on high, And makes th’oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace. The sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is Thy Word. In God most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust. They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts. Shall they escape without Thy frown? Must their devices stand? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know Thy hand. God counts the sorrows of His saints, Their groans affect His ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears. When to Thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee; So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is God to me. In Thee, most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust. Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I’ll sing, “How faithful is Thy Word, How righteous all Thy ways!” Thou hast secured my soul from death, O set Thy pris’ner free! That heart and hand, and life and breath, May be employ’d for Thee.

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Mazmur 57:1

• [Mzm 57:1] My God, In Whom Are All The Springs

  My God, in Whom are all the springs Of boundless love, and grace unknown, Hide me beneath Thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown. Up to the heav’ns I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; He sends His angel from the sky, And saves me from the threat’ning storm. Be Thou exalted, O my God, Above the heav’ns, where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land Thy wonders tell. My heart is fixed; my song shall raise Immortal honors to Thy Name; Awake, my tongue, to sound His praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame. High o’er the earth His mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die.

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• [Mzm 57:1] O God, Be Merciful To Me

  O God, be merciful to me, My soul for refuge comes to Thee, Beneath Thy wings I safe will stay, Until these troubles pass away. To God Most High shall rise my prayer, To God Who makes my wants His care, From Heav’n He will salvation send, And me from every foe defend. Great foes and fierce my soul alarm, Inflamed with rage and strong to harm, But God, from Heav’n His dwelling place, Will rescue me with truth and grace. Be Thou, O God, exalted high, Yea, far above the starry sky, And let Thy glory be displayed O’er all the earth Thy hands have made. My soul is grieved because my foes With treacherous plans my way enclose; But from the snares that they devise Their own undoing shall arise. My heart is steadfast, O my King, My heart is tuned Thy praise to sing; Awake, my soul, and swell the song, Let vibrant harp the notes prolong. Yea, I will early wake and sing, A thankful hymn to Thee will bring, For unto Heav’n Thy mercies rise, Thy truth is lofty as the skies. Be Thou, O God, exalted high, Yea, far above the starry sky, And let Thy glory be displayed O’er all the earth Thy hands have made.

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Mazmur 80:1

• [Mzm 80:1] Faithful Shepherd, Feed Me

  Faithful Shepherd, feed me In the pastures green; Faithful Shepherd, lead me Where Thy steps are seen. Hold me fast, and guide me In the narrow way; So, with Thee beside me, I shall never stray. Daily bring me nearer To the heav’nly shore; Make my faith grow clearer, May I love Thee more. Hallow every pleasure, Every gift and pain; Be Thyself my treasure, Though none else I gain. Day by day prepare me As Thou seest best, Then let angels bear me To Thy promised rest.

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• [Mzm 80:1] O Thou Who The Shepherd Of Israel Art

  O Thou Who the Shepherd of Israel art, Give ear to our pray’r and Thy favor impart; Thou Leader of Joseph, Thou Guide of his way, ’Mid cherubim dwelling, Thy glory display. In Ephraim’s, Manasseh’s and Benjamin’s sight, O come Thou and save us; awake in Thy might. O God, give us favor, restore to Thy grace; And then we shall live in the light of Thy face. From Egypt’s dark border a vine Thou didst take; Destroying the heathen didst room for it make. Where planted it grew at Thy sov’reign command, With roots deeply set and boughs filling the land. The axe hews it down; it is burned in the fire; They perish, rebuked in Thy terrible ire. O lay then Thy hand on the Man of Thy might, The Son of Man made to stand strong in Thy sight. No more shall we wander, delighting in shame; Revive us, O Lord, we will call on Thy Name. O Lord God of Hosts, us restore to Thy grace, And then we shall live in the light of Thy face.

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