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Mazmur 65:2

Mazmur 90:1

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Mazmur 65:2

• [Mzm 65:2] God Of Love, That Hearest Prayer

  God of love, that hearest prayer, Kindly for Thy people care, Who on Thee alone depend: Love us, save us to the end. Save us, in the prosperous hour, From the flattering tempter’s power, From his unsuspected wiles, From the world’s pernicious smiles. Cut off our dependence vain On the help of feeble man, Every arm of flesh remove; Stay us on Thy only love! Men of worldly, low design, Let not these Thy people join, Poison our simplicity, Drag us from our trust in Thee. Save us from the great and wise, Till they sink in their own eyes, Tamely to Thy yoke submit, Lay their honors at Thy feet. Never let the world break in; Fix a mighty gulf between: Keep us little and unknown, Prized and loved by God alone. Let us still to Thee look up, Thee, Thy Israel’s strength and hope; Nothing know, or seek, beside Jesus, and Him crucified. Far above all earthly things, Look we down on earthly kings; Taste our glorious liberty, Find our happiness in Thee!

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• [Mzm 65:2] Great King Of Nations, Hear Our Prayer

  Great King of nations, hear our prayer, While at Thy feet we fall, And humbly with united cry To Thee for mercy call; The guilt is ours, but grace is Thine, O turn us not away; But hear us from Thy lofty throne, And help us when we pray. Our fathers’ sins were manifold, And ours no less we own, Yet wondrously from age to age Thy goodness has been shown; When dangers, like a stormy sea, Beset our country round, To Thee we looked, to Thee we cried, And help in Thee was found. With one consent we meekly bow Beneath Thy chastening hand, And, pouring forth confession meet, Mourn with our mourning land; With pitying eye behold our need, As thus we lift our prayer; Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord, Then let Thy mercy spare.

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Mazmur 90:1

• [Mzm 90:1] Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place

  Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place Through all the ages of our race; Before the mountains had their birth, Or Thou hadst formed the earth; From everlasting Thou art God, To everlasting our abode. Man soon yields up his fleeting breath Before the swelling tide of death; Like transient sleep his seasons pass, His life is like the tender grass, Luxuriant ’neath the morning sun And withered ere the day is done. Man in Thine anger is consumed, And unto grief and sorrow doomed; Before Thy clear and searching sight Our secret sins are brought to light; Beneath Thy wrath we pine and die, Our life expiring like a sigh. For threescore years and ten we wait, Or fourscore years if strength be great; But grief and toil attend life’s day, And soon our spirits fly away; O who with true and reverent thought Can fear Thine anger as he ought? O teach Thou us to count our days And set our hearts on wisdom’s ways Turn, Lord, to us in our distress In pity now Thy servants bless; Let mercy’s dawn dispel our night, And all our day with joy be bright. O send the day of joy and light, For long has been our sorrow’s night; Afflicted through the weary years, We wait until Thy help appears; In all Thy children Thou abide, In us let God be glorified. So let there be on us bestowed The beauty of the Lord our God; The work accomplished by our hand Establish Thou, and make it stand; Yea, let our hopeful labor be Established evermore by Thee.

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• [Mzm 90:1] Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place (gill)

  Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place In every generation; Thy people still have known Thy grace, And blessed Thy consolation; Through every age Thou heard’st our cry; Through every age we found Thee nigh, Our Strength and our Salvation. Our cleaving sins we oft have wept, And oft Thy patience provèd; But still Thy faith we fast have kept, Thy Name we still have lovèd; And Thou hast kept and loved us well, Hast granted us in Thee to dwell, Unshaken, unremovèd. No, nothing from those arms of love Shall Thine own people sever; Our Helper never will remove, Our God will fail us never. Thy people, Lord, have dwelt in Thee, Our dwelling place Thou still wilt be, For ever and for ever.

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• [Mzm 90:1] Lord, Through All The Generations

  Lord, through all the generations Of the children of our race, In our fears and tribulations, Thou hast been our dwelling place. Ere the vast and wide creation By Thy word was caused to be, Or the mountains held their station, Thou art God eternally. Each succeeding generation At Thy mighty word appears; Thou dost count in time’s duration One day as a thousand years. Death, with swift and sudden warning, Calls us from life’s dream away, Like the grass, green in the morning, Withered ere the close of day. Long the clouds of evil lower; Bless us now with gladsome days; Let Thy servants see Thy power, Let their children learn Thy praise. On us let the grace and beauty Of the Lord our God remain, Strengthen us for noble duty That our work be not in vain.

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• [Mzm 90:1] Our God, Our Help In Ages Past

  Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. Thy Word commands our flesh to dust, “Return, ye sons of men:” All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. Time, like an ever rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleased with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower’s hand Lie withering ere ‘tis night. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal