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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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• [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 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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  source: Cyberhymnal