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Mazmur 9:9

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Mazmur 4:7

• [Mzm 4:7] Holy Spirit, Source Of Gladness

  Holy Spirit, source of gladness, Come with all Thy radiance bright; O’er our weariness and sadness Breathe Thy life and shed Thy light! Send us Thine illumination, Banish all our fears at length; Rest upon this congregation, Spirit of unfailing strength. Let that love which knows no measure, Now in quickening showers descend, Bringing us the richest treasures Man can wish or God can send; Hear our earnest supplication, Every struggling heart release; Rest upon this congregation, Spirit of untroubled peace!

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Mazmur 9:9

• [Mzm 9:9] God Our Refuge

  Come now with joy and singing, Loud hallelujahs ringing, Our grateful tribute bringing To our almighty Friend; Offering with purest pleasure, To Him the heart’s full treasure, Whose love no thought can measure, Whose praise shall never end. Refrain We sing with exultation, Lord God of our salvation; Thou art our sure Foundation, Our Refuge evermore. When to this Refuge flying, Turn sinners, helpless, dying, On Christ alone relying, No harm can reach them there; When floods of grief are dashing, And waves of sorrow splashing, Light to the soul comes flashing— God’s smile through dark despair. Refrain In waking or in sleeping, Bright days, or nights of weeping, Our souls are in Thy keeping While here we wait below; In Thee alone abiding, And in Thy love confiding, Safe when Thy hand is guiding, We’ll ever gladly go. Refrain

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Mazmur 10:1

• [Mzm 10:1] O Why So Far Removed

  O why so far removed, O Lord, And why so distant be; Why hidest Thou Thy face from us In our anxiety? The wicked in unholy pride The lowly poor oppress; Let them be taken in the snare Of their own craftiness. The wicked in his arrogance Refuses God to fear, Nor is it in his thoughts at all The sovereign God to hear. His ways are grievous and Thy laws Too high for him to see; He therefore his defiance bids, And taunts his enemy. For he within his heart has said, I suffer no distress, Adversity comes not to me, I still have had success. In cursing and deceit and fraud His tongue is ever skilled; With festering iniquity His mouth is ever filled. He lurks in village hiding place, And in dark corners bent, He watches for the humble poor, To seize the innocent. In stealth he cowers covertly As lion in his lair, That he may pounce upon the poor, And catch him in his snare. He crouches low so that the poor To his strong friends may fall, And tells himself that God forgets Or sees it not at all. Arise, O Lord, and lift Thy hand, The poor in memory keep. How can the wicked blaspheme God And say He is asleep? For surely Thou dost see, O Lord, Dost see the sin and spite; And when the helpless look to Thee Thou dost their wrong requite. Break Thou the force of evil men, Befriend the fatherless, Trace out the wicked everywhere, Uproot their wickedness. The Lord our God is sovereign still, The heathen all are slain. Thou, Lord, hast heard the suppliant’s prayer And dost his heart sustain. No more shall boasting arrogance Or taunting pride oppress; The poor and orphaned Thou wilt hear And judge with righteousness.

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• [Mzm 10:1] Wherefore Is It That Thou, O Lord

  Wherefore is it that Thou, O Lord, Dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest Thou Thyself, When times so troublous are? The wicked in his loftiness Doth persecute the poor: In these devices they have fram’d Let them be taken sure. The wicked of his heart’s desire Doth talk with boasting great; He blesseth him that’s covetous, Whom yet the Lord doth hate. The wicked, through his pride of face, On God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart The Lord is not at all. His ways they always grievous are; Thy judgments from his sight Removèd are: at all his foes He puffeth with despight. Within his heart he thus hath said, I shall not movèd be; And no adversity at all Shall ever come to me. His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, Is fill’d abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is Mischief and vanity. He closely sits in villages; He slays the innocent: Against the poor that pass him by His cruel eyes are bent. He, lion-like, lurks in his den; He waits the poor to take; And when he draws him in his net, His prey he doth him make. Himself he humbleth very low, He croucheth down withal, That so a multitude of poor May by his strong ones fall. He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot; He hides His countenance, and He For ever sees it not. O Lord, do Thou arise; O God, Lift up Thine hand on high: Put not the meek afflicted ones Out of Thy memory. Why is it that the wicked man Thus doth the Lord despise? Because that God will it require He in his heart denies. Thou hast it seen; for their mischief And spite Thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to Thee; Thou art the orphan’s stay. The arm break of the wicked man, And of the evil one; Do Thou seek out his wickedness, Until Thou findest none. The Lord is King through ages all, Ev’n to eternity; The heathen people from His land Are perish’d utterly. O Lord, of those that humble are Thou the desire didst hear; Thou wilt prepare their heart, and Thou To hear wilt bend Thine ear; To judge the fatherless, and those That are oppressèd sore; That man, that is but sprung of earth, May them oppress no more.

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• [Mzm 10:1] Why Dost Thou Stand Afar

  Why dost Thou stand afar, O Lord, in our distress? And why dost Thou conceal Thyself When troublous times oppress? Do Thou, O Lord, arise; O God, lift up Thy hand; Forget Thou not the suffering poor, The humble in the land. Their foes Thou dost behold, Their wrongs Thou wilt repay; The poor commit themselves to Thee, Thou art the orphans’ stay. Thou, Lord, hast heard their prayer When humble hearts drew nigh; Thou also wilt revive their strength And ever hear their cry. Defend the fatherless, And all who are oppressed, That they by human pride and power May be no more distressed.

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• [Mzm 10:1] Why Doth The Lord Stand Off So Far?

  Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal His face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and Thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still Thy saints devour? They put Thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. Arise, O God, lift up Thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, “The God of Heav’n will ne’er engage To fight on Zion’s side?” But Thou forever art our Lord; And powerful is Thine hand, As when the heathens felt Thy sword, And perished from Thy land. Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause Thine ear to hear; He hearkens what His children say, And puts the world in fear. Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust.

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• [Mzm 10:1] Why Standest Thou Afar, O Lord?

  Why standest Thou afar, O Lord, Why art Thou hid in trouble’s hour? The wicked persecute the poor In haughty pride and reckless power. Let their devices work their fall, For in their shame is all their pride; And while they seek unrighteous gain The Lord of justice is defied. The wicked thinks, in foolish pride, There is no God Who will repay; He has no fear of God or man Because God’s judgments long delay. Unmoved by fear of coming doom, On fraud and wickedness intent, With craft he lurks and waits to catch The helpless and the innocent. A lion crouching for his prey, He waits the poor to overthrow; He thinks that God remembers not, Or hides His face and will not know. Arise, O Lord, lift up Thy hand, O God, protect the poor and meek; Why should the proud Thy justice doubt, And words of bold defiance speak? O Lord, Thou wilt indeed requite, The sin and sorrow Thou dost see; The helpless and the fatherless Commit themselves, O Lord, to Thee. Break Thou the power of wicked men And let their works no longer stand, The Lord is King forevermore, Who drove the nations from His land. Lord, Thou hast heard the lowly prayer, The fainting heart Thou wilt restore, The helpless cause Thou wilt maintain, That mortal man may boast no more.

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Mazmur 31:15

• [Mzm 31:15] Father, I Know That All My Life

  Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me, And the changes that are sure to come I do not fear to see; But I ask Thee for a present mind Intent on pleasing Thee. I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And to wipe the weeping eyes; And a heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go. Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe’er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts To keep and cultivate; And a work of lowly love to do For the Lord on Whom I wait. So I ask Thee for daily strength, To none that ask denied, And a mind to blend with outward life While keeping at Thy side; Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified. And if some things I do not ask In my cup of blessing be, I would have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee, More careful, not to serve Thee much, But to please Thee perfectly. There are briers besetting every path That call for patient care; There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer; But a lowly heart that leans on Thee Is happy anywhere. In a service which Thy will appoints There are no bonds for me; For my inmost heart is taught “the truth” That makes Thy children “free.” And a life of self renouncing love Is a life of liberty.

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• [Mzm 31:15] My Times Are In Thy Hand

  My times are in Thy hand; My God, I wish them there; My life, my friends, my soul I leave Entirely to Thy care. My times are in Thy hand; Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to Thee. My times are in Thy hand; Why should I doubt or fear? My Father’s hand will never cause His child a needless tear. My times are in Thy hand, Jesus, the crucified! Those hands my cruel sins had pierced Are now my guard and guide. My times are in Thy hand, Jesus, my Advocate: Nor shall Thine hand be stretched in vain, For me to supplicate. My times are in Thy hand, I’ll always trust in Thee; And, after death, at Thy right hand I shall forever be.

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• [Mzm 31:15] Who Knows How Near My End May Be?

  Who knows how near my end may be? Time speeds away, and death comes on; How swiftly, ah! how suddenly, May death be here, and life be gone! My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. The world that smiled when morn was come May change for me ere close of eve; So long as earth is still my home In peril of my death I live; My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. Teach me to ponder oft my end, And ere the hour of death appears, To cast my soul on Christ her Friend, Nor spare repentant cries and tears; My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. And let me now so order all, That ever ready I may be, To say with joy, whate’er befall, Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me: My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. O Father, cover all my sins With Jesus’ merits, who alone The pardon that I covet wins, And makes His long sought rest our own; My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. Then death may come or tarry yet, I know in Christ I perish not; He never will His own forget, He gives me robes without a spot: My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. And thus I live in God at peace, And die without a thought or fear, Content to take what God decrees, For through His Son my faith is clear; His grace shall be in death my stay, And peace shall bless my dying day.

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