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Mazmur 42:1

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Mazmur 42:1

• [Mzm 42:1] As Pants The Hart For Cooling Streams

  As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee And Thy refreshing grace. For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; O, when shall I behold Thy face, Thou majesty divine? God of my strength, how long shall I Like one forgotten mourn, Forlorn, forsaken and exposed To my oppressor’s scorn? Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still; and thou shalt sing The praise of Him Who is thy God, Thy health’s eternal spring. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:1] As Pants The Hart For Streams

  As pants the hart for streams of living water, So longs my soul, O living God, for Thee; I thirst for Thee, for Thee my heart is yearning; When shall I come Thy gracious face to see? O Lord my God, overwhelmed in deep affliction, Far from Thy rest, to Thee I lift my soul; Deep calls to deep and storms of trouble thunder, While over my head the waves and billows roll. Thou wilt command Thy servant’s consolation, Thy lovingkindness yet shall cheer my day, And in the night Thy song shall be my comfort; God of my life, to Thee I still will pray. Why, O my soul, art thou cast down within me, Why art thou troubled and oppressed with grief? Hope thou in God, the God of thy salvation, Hope, and thy God will surely send relief.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:1] As Thirsts The Hart For Water Brooks

  As thirst the hart for water brooks, So thirsts my soul, O God, for Thee; It seeks for God, and ever looks, And longs the living God to see, And longs the living God to see. Far from the courts of God, my tears Have been my food by night and day, While constantly with bitter sneers, Where is thy God? the scoffers say, Where is thy God? the scoffers say. With grief I think of days gone by, When oft I trod the hallowed way To Zion, praising God on high With throngs who kept the holy day, With throngs who kept the holy day. O why art thou cast down, my soul, And why so troubled shouldst thou be? Hope thou in God, and Him extol, Who gives His saving help to me, Who gives His saving help to me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:1] As Pants The Hart For Streams

  As pants the hart for streams of living water, So longs my soul, O living God, for Thee; I thirst for Thee, for Thee my heart is yearning; When shall I come Thy gracious face to see? O Lord my God, overwhelmed in deep affliction, Far from Thy rest, to Thee I lift my soul; Deep calls to deep and storms of trouble thunder, While over my head the waves and billows roll. Thou wilt command Thy servant’s consolation, Thy lovingkindness yet shall cheer my day, And in the night Thy song shall be my comfort; God of my life, to Thee I still will pray. Why, O my soul, art thou cast down within me, Why art thou troubled and oppressed with grief? Hope thou in God, the God of thy salvation, Hope, and thy God will surely send relief.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 49:1

• [Mzm 49:1] Hear This, All Ye Peo­ple, Hear

  Hear this, all ye people, hear, Earth’s inhabitants, give ear; All of high and low degree, Rich and poor, give heed to me. Truth with all my heart I seek, And my mouth shall wisdom speak; Hearken while in lyric strain I make hidden wisdom plain. Why should I to fear give way When I see the evil day, When with wickedness my foes Shall surround me and oppose? They that trust in treasured gold, Though they boast of wealth untold, None can bid his brother live, None to God a ransom give. If from death one would be free And corruption never see, Costly is life’s ransom price, Far beyond all sacrifice.

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  source: Cyberhymnal