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Mazmur 92:1

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Mazmur 68:1

• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise, And By His Might

  Let God arise, and by His might Let all His foes be put to flight; But O ye righteous, gladly sing, Exult before your God and King. Jehovah’s praises sound abroad Rejoice before the living God; Prepare the way that He may come And make the desert places bloom. A Father of the fatherless, A judge of widows in distress Is God, the God of boundless grace, Who dwells within His holy place. God frees the captive and He sends The blessedness of home and friends, And only those in darkness stay Who will not trust Him and obey. O Zion, ’tis thy God’s command That thou in strength securely stand; O God, confirm and strengthen still, Thy purposes in us fulfill. O Thou, whose glorious temple stands In Zion, famed through heathen lands, Kings shall Thy power and glory see, And bring their presents unto Thee. Thou wilt rebuke the fierce and strong Who hate the right and choose the wrong, And scatter those who peace abhor, The nations that delight in war. The heathen princes yet shall flee From idols and return to Thee; Earth’s sinful and benighted lands, To God shall soon stretch out their hands.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise In All His Might

  Let God arise in all His might, And put the troops of hell to flight, As smoke that sought to cloud the skies Before the rising tempest flies. He comes arrayed in burning flames, Justice and Vengeance are His names; Behold His fainting foes expire, Like melting wax before the fire. He rides and thunders through the sky, His Name, Jehovah, sounds on high; Sing to His Name, ye sons of grace; Ye saints, rejoice before His face. The widow and the fatherless Fly to His aid in sharp distress; In Him the poor and helpless find A Judge that’s just, a Father kind. He breaks the captive’s heavy chain, And prisoners see the light again; But rebels that dispute His will Shall dwell in chains and darkness still. Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; Crown Him, ye nations, in your song: His wondrous names and powers rehearse; His honors shall enrich your verse. He shakes the heav’ns with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms! In Israel are His mercies known, Israel is His peculiar throne. Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest; He’s your Defense, your Joy, your Rest: When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the Strength of every saint.

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• [Mzm 68:1] Let God Arise To Lead Forth Those

  Let God arise to lead forth those Who march to war! Let God arise, and all His foes Be scattered far! So Israel prayed, and Thou, O Lord, Wast with him then: Be with us now, who draw the sword For war again. Grant Thou our soldiers courage high When foes are near, To strive, to suffer, or to die Untouched by fear. Grant strength to those who mourn today Their loved ones lost, Yea, those who give their best, nor stay To count the cost. Fight Thou for us, that we may fill Thy courts with praise; Then teach us mercy, teach us still The fallen to raise. Yet more and more, as ages run, Bid warfare cease, And give to all beneath the sun Love, freedom, peace.

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• [Mzm 68:1] Lord, Thy Church Hath Seen Thee Rise

  Lord, Thy Church hath seen Thee rise, To Thy temple in the skies; God, my Savior! God, my King! Still Thy ransomed round Thee sing. When, in glories all divine, Through the earth Thy Church shall shine, Kings, in prayer and praise, shall wait, Bending at Thy temple’s gate.
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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 77:1

• [Mzm 77:1] To God I Cried With Mournful Voice

  To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought His gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, Thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called Thy judgments o’er. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld Thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold Thy grace. I called Thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? Will He for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has He forgot His tender love? Shall anger still prevail? But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what Thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. I’ll think again of all Thy ways, And talk Thy wonders o’er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love Thy Word Have in Thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord.

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Mazmur 85:1

• [Mzm 85:1] Lord, Thou Hast Greatly Blessed Our Land

  Lord, Thou hast greatly blessed our land, Thou hast brought back our captive band, Thy pardoning grace has made us free And covered our iniquity. O Thou, who in a former day Didst turn Thy dreadful wrath away, In grace Thy people, Lord, return, And let Thy wrath no longer burn. O will Thine anger never cease, Forever shall Thy wrath increase? Receive and quicken us once more, And Thy salvation’s joy restore. To us Thy mercy now afford And show us Thy salvation, Lord; Yea, Thou wilt answer us in peace, If from our folly we will cease. The Lord’s salvation will appear To men of faith and godly fear, And glory in our land shall dwell When we shall heed God’s precepts well. Now truth agrees with mercy mild, Now law and peace are reconciled; Behold the truth from earth arise, With justice shining from the skies. The Lord will send His blessing down, And harvests all our land shall crown; Before Him righteousness abides, And in His footsteps our feet He guides.

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Mazmur 92:1

• [Mzm 92:1] How Good It Is To Thank The Lord

  How good it is to thank the Lord, And praise to Thee, Most High, accord, To show Thy love with morning light, And tell Thy faithfulness each night; Yea, good it is Thy praise to sing, And all our sweetest music bring. O Lord, with joy my heart expands, Before the wonders of Thy hands; Great works, Jehovah, Thou hast wrought, Exceeding deep Thine every thought; A foolish man knows not their worth, Nor he whose mind is of the earth. When as the grass the wicked grow, When sinners flourish here below, Then is there endless ruin nigh, But Thou, O Lord, art throned on high; Thy foes shall fall before Thy might, The wicked shall be put to flight. Thou, Lord, hast high exalted me With royal strength and dignity; With Thine anointing I am blest, Thy grace and favor on me rest; I thus exult o’er all my foes, O’er all that would my cause oppose. The righteous man shall flourish well, And in the house of God shall dwell; He shall be like a goodly tree, And all his life shall fruitful be; For righteous is the Lord and just, He is my Rock, in Him I trust.

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• [Mzm 92:1] It Is Good To Sing Thy Praises

  It is good to sing Thy praises and to thank Thee, O Most High, Showing forth Thy lovingkindness when the morning lights the sky. It is good when night is falling of Thy faithfulness to tell, While with sweet, melodious praises, songs of adoration swell. Thou hast filled my heart with gladness through the works Thy hands have wrought; Thou hast made my life victorious, great Thy works and deep Thy thought. Thou, O Lord, on high exalted, reignest evermore in might; All Thy enemies shall perish, sin be banished from Thy sight. But the good shall live before Thee, planted in Thy dwelling place. Fruitful trees and ever verdant, nourished by Thy boundless grace. In His goodness to the righteous God His righteousness displays; God my Rock, my Strength and Refuge, just and true are all His ways.

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• [Mzm 92:1] Sweet Is The Work, O Lord

  Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise Thy Name, and hear Thy Word, And grateful offerings bring. Sweet, at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell; And, when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell. Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve Thee best, And in Thy Name rejoice. To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in Heaven.

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Mazmur 102:1

• [Mzm 102:1] Lord, Hear My Prayer

  Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry Have ready access unto Thee; When in distress to Thee I fly, O hide not Thou Thy face from me. Attend, O Lord, to my desire, O haste to answer when I pray; For grief consumes my strength like fire, My days as smoke pass swift away. My heart is withered like the grass, And I forget my daily bread; In lonely grief my days I pass And sad my thoughts upon my bed. My foes reproach me all the day, My drink is tears, my bread is grief, For in Thy wrath I pine away, My days are like a fading leaf. But Thou, Jehovah, shalt endure, Thy throne forever is the same; And to all generations sure Shall be Thy great memorial Name. The time for Zion’s help is near, The time appointed in Thy love; O let Thy gracious aid appear, Look Thou in mercy from above. O Lord, regard the prayer of those Who love the walls of Zion well, Whose hearts are heavy for her woes, Who sad amid her ruins dwell. Thy power and glory shall appear, And Zion’s walls shall be restored; Then all the kings of earth shall fear And heathen nations serve the Lord. The Lord, exalted on His throne, Looked down from Heav’n with pitying eye To still the lowly captive’s moan And save His people doomed to die. All men in Zion shall declare His gracious Name with one accord, When kings and nations gather there To serve and worship God the Lord.

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Mazmur 142:1

• [Mzm 142:1] To God My Earnest Voice I Raise

  To God my earnest voice I raise, To God my voice imploring prays; Before His face my grief I show And tell my trouble and my woe. When gloom and sorrow compass me, The path I take is known to Thee, And all the toils that foes do lay To snare Thy servant in his way. All unprotected, lo, I stand, No friendly guardian at my hand, No place of flight or refuge near, And none to whom my soul is dear. O Lord, my Savior, now to Thee, Without a hope besides, I flee, To Thee, my shelter from the strife, My portion in the land of life. Be Thou my help when troubles throng, For I am weak and foes are strong; My captive soul from prison bring, And thankful praises I will sing. The righteous then shall gather round To share the blessing I have found, Their hearts made glad because they see How richly God has dealt with me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal