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Mazmur 18:6

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Mazmur 34:4-6

• [Mzm 34:4] Give To The Winds Thy Fears

  Give to the winds thy fears, Hope and be undismayed. God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. Still heavy is thy heart? Still sinks thy spirit down? Cast off the world, let fear depart Bid every care begone. What though Thou rulest not; Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well. And whatsoe’er Thou will’st, Thou dost, O King of kings; What Thine unerring wisdom chose, Thy power to being brings. Leave to His sovereign sway To choose and to command; So shalt thou, wondering, own that way, How wise, how strong this hand. Far, far above thy thought, His counsel shall appear, When fully He the work hath wrought, That caused thy needless fear. Thou seest our weakness, Lord; Our hearts are known to Thee; O lift Thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee! Let us in life, in death, Thy steadfast truth declare, And publish with our latest breath Thy love and guardian care.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 34:4] Thy Way And All Thy Sorrows

  Thy way and all thy sorrows, Give thou into His hand, His gracious care unfailing, Who doth the heav’ns command. Their course and path He giveth To clouds and air and wind; A way thy feet may follow, He too for thee will find. On Him be Thy reliance, As thou wouldst prosper well; To make thy work enduring Thy mind on His must dwell. God yieldeth naught to sorrow And self tormenting care; Naught, naught with him availeth; No power save that of prayer. Leave all to His direction; In wisdom He doth reign; Thy wonder far exceeding, His will His course maintain; So He as Him beseemeth, With wonderworking skill, Shall put away the sorrows That now thy spirit fill. Give, Lord, the consummation To all our hearts’ distress; Our hands, our feet, O strengthen; In death our spirits bless. Thy truth and Thy protection For evermore we pray: With these in heav’nly glory Shall end our certain way.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 77:1-2

• [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

• [Mzm 77:2] In Time Of Tribulation

  In time of tribulation, hear, Lord, my feeble cries; With humble supplication to Thee my spirit flies; My heart with grief is breaking, scarce can my voice complain; Mine eyes with tears kept waking, still watch and weep in vain. The days of old, in vision, bring banished bliss to view; The years of lost fruition, their joys in pangs renew; Remembered songs of gladness, through nights lone silence brought, Strike notes of deeper sadness, and stir desponding thought. Hath God cast off forever? Can time His truth impair? His tender mercy never shall I presume to share? Hath He His loving kindness shut up in endless wrath? No; this is mine own blindness, that cannot see His path. I call to recollection the years of His right hand; And, strong in His protection, again through faith I stand; Thy deeds, O Lord, are wondrous; holy are all Thy ways; The secret place of thunder shall utter forth Thy praise. Thee, with the tribes assembled, O God, the billows saw; They saw Thee, and they trembled, turned, and stood still with awe; The clouds shot hail and lightning; the earth reeled to and fro; Thy fiery pillar brightened the gulf of gloom below. Thy way is in great waters, Thy footsteps are not known; Let Adam’s sons and daughters confide in Thee alone: Through the wild sea Thou leadest Thy chosen flock of yore; Still on the waves Thou treadest, and Thy redeemed pass o’er.

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  source: Cyberhymnal