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Mazmur 137:2-4

Mazmur 150:3-5

Mazmur 150:1

Mazmur 29:1

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Mazmur 137:2-4

• [Mzm 137:2] Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints

  Your harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine Bid every string awake. Though in a foreign land We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above We every moment come. His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things nor things to come Shall quench the spark divine. When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame, Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon His Name. Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at His control; His lovingkindness shall break through The midnight of the soul. Blest is the man, O Lord! That stays himself on Thee; Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord! Shall thy salvation see.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 137:4] Creator Of The World, To Thee

  Creator of the world, to Thee And endless rest of joy belongs; And heavenly choirs are ever free To sing on high their festal songs. But we are fallen creatures here, Where pain and sorrow daily come; And how can we in exile drear Sing out, as they, sweet songs of Home? O Father, who dost promise still That they who mourn shall blessèd be, Grant us to weep for deeds of ill That banish us so long from Thee. But weeping, grant us faith to rest In hope upon Thy loving care; Till Thou restore us, with the blest, Their songs of praise in Heav’n to share. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom Heav’n and earth adore, From men and from the angel host Be praise and glory evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 150:3-5

• [Mzm 150:4] Wake Every Tuneful String

  Wake every tuneful string, Let every creature sing, Praise ye, praise ye, Praise ye the Lord; Maker of earth and sea, We lift our hearts to Thee, With lofty melody; Praise ye the Lord. Great His eternal Name, Now and for aye the same; Praise ye, praise ye, Praise ye the Lord; Firm as the mountain band Girding the fertile land, His truth shall ever stand; Praise ye the Lord. He spake, and it was done, His arm the vict’ry won; Praise ye, praise ye, Praise ye the Lord; He, from sepulchral night Lifting the soul to light, Crowns it with glory bright; Praise ye the Lord. Angels around His throne, Making His wonders known, Praise ye, praise ye, Praise ye the Lord; O ye redeemed on high, Down thro’ the azure sky Echo the glad reply— Praise ye the Lord.

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Mazmur 150:1

• [Mzm 150:1] A Gladsome Hymn Of Praise We Sing

  A gladsome hymn of praise we sing, And thankfully we gather To bless the love of God above, Our everlasting Father. Refrain In Him rejoice with heart and voice Whose glory fadeth never, Whose providence is our defense, Who lives and loves forever. From shades of night He calls the light, And from the sod the flower; From every cloud His blessings break In sunshine or in shower. Refrain Full in His sight His children stand, By His strong arm defended, And He Whose wisdom guides the world, Our footsteps hath attended. Refrain For nothing falls unknown to Him, Or care or joy or sorrow, And He Whose mercy ruled the past Will be our stay tomorrow. Refrain Then praise the Lord with one accord, To His great Name give glory, And of His never changing love Repeat the wondrous story. Refrain

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• [Mzm 150:1] Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

  Hallelujah! Hallelujah! In His temple God be praised; In the high and heavenly places Be the sounding anthem raised. Hallelujah! Praise Jehovah For His mighty acts of fame; Excellent His might and greatness; Fitting praises then proclaim. Hallelujah! Praise Jehovah With the trumpet’s joyful sound; Praise with harp and praise with viol, Let His glorious praise abound. Hallelujah! Praise Jehovah, With the flute His praises sing; Praise Him with the clanging cymbals, Let them with His praises ring. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! All that breathe, Jehovah praise; Let the voices God has given Joyful anthems to Him raise.

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• [Mzm 150:1] In His Temple God Be Praised

  Hallelujah! Hallelujah! In His temple God be praised; In the high and heavenly places Be the sounding anthem raised. Refrain Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Praise Jehovah For His mighty acts of fame; Excellent His might and greatness; Fitting praises then proclaim Refrain Hallelujah! Praise Jehovah With the trumpet’s joyful sound; Praise with harp and praise with organ, Let His glorious praise abound. Refrain Hallelujah! Hallelujah! All that breathe, Jehovah praise; Let the voices God has given Joyful anthems to Him raise. Refrain

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• [Mzm 150:1] Praise The Lord Who Reigns Above

  Praise the Lord Who reigns above and keeps His court below; Praise the holy God of love and all His greatness show; Praise Him for His noble deeds; praise Him for His matchless power; Him from Whom all good proceeds let earth and heaven adore. Publish, spread to all around the great Jehovah’s name, Let the trumpet’s martial sound the Lord of hosts proclaim: Praise Him in the sacred dance, harmony’s full concert raise, Let the virgin choir advance, and move but to His praise. Celebrate th’eternal God with harp and psaltery, Timbrels soft and cymbals loud in this high praise agree; Praise with every tuneful string; all the reach of heavenly art, All the powers of music bring, the music of the heart. God, in Whom they move and live, let every creature sing, Glory to their Maker give, and homage to their King. Hallowed be Thy Name beneath, as in heaven on earth adored; Praise the Lord in every breath, let all things praise the Lord.

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• [Mzm 150:1] Praise To The Lord, The Almighty

  Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation! O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation! All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near; Praise Him in glad adoration. Praise to the Lord, who over all things so wondrously reigneth, Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth! Hast thou not seen how thy desires ever have been Granted in what He ordaineth? Praise to the Lord, who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee; Health hath vouchsafed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee. What need or grief ever hath failed of relief? Wings of His mercy did shade thee. Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee; Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee. Ponder anew what the Almighty can do, If with His love He befriend thee. Praise to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging, Who, when the elements madly around thee are raging, Biddeth them cease, turneth their fury to peace, Whirlwinds and waters assuaging. Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness of sin is abounding, Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding, Sheddeth His light, chaseth the horrors of night, Saints with His mercy surrounding. Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him! All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him. Let the Amen sound from His people again, Gladly for aye we adore Him.

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• [Mzm 150:1] Sing Praise To The Lord!

  Sing praise to the Lord! Praise Him in the height; Rejoice in His Word, you angels of light. You heavens, adore Him by Whom you were made, And worship before Him in brightness arrayed. Sing praise to the Lord! Praise Him on the earth In tuneful accord, you saints of new birth. Praise Him Who has brought you His grace from above; Praise Him Who has taught you to sing of His love. Sing praise to the Lord! All things that give sound, Each jubilant chord, re-echo around. Loud organs, His glory tell forth in deep tone, And trumpets, the story of what He has done. Sing praise to the Lord! Thanksgiving and song To Him be outpoured all ages along! For love in creation, for Heaven restored, For grace of salvation, sing praise to the Lord!

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Mazmur 15:1

• [Mzm 15:1] Lord, Who Shall Come To Thee

  Lord, who shall come to Thee, And stand before Thy face? Who shall abide, a welcome guest, Within Thy holy place? The man of upright life, Sincere in word and deed, Who slanders neither friend nor foe, Nor idle tales will heed. Who honors godly men, But scorns the false and vile, Who keeps his promised word to all, Though loss be his the while. Who loves not usury, Nor takes a base reward; Unmoved forever he shall be, And stand before the Lord.

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• [Mzm 15:1] Who, O Lord, With Thee Abiding

  Who, O Lord, with Thee abiding, In Thy House shall be Thy guest? Who, his feet to Zion turning, In Thy holy hill shall rest? He that ever walks uprightly, Does the right without a fear, When he speaks, he speaks not lightly, But with truth and love sincere. He that slanders not his brother, Does not evil to a friend; To reproaches of another He refuses to attend. Wicked men win not his favor, But the good who fear the Lord; From his vow he will not waver, Though it bring him sad reward. Freely to the needy lending, No excess he asks again; And the innocent befriending, He desires not praise of men. Doing this, and evil spurning, He shall nevermore be moved; This the man with Thee sojourning, This the man by Thee approved.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 15:1] Who Shall Ascend Thy Heav’nly Place?

  Who shall ascend Thy heav’nly place, Great God, and dwell before Thy face? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below. Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbor wrong. Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vents it to his neighbor’s hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honored in his eyes. Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good; Nor dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears. He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold; While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door. He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face And doth to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them. Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone: This is the man Thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with Thee.

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• [Mzm 15:1] Who Shall Inhabit In Thy Hill?

  Who shall inhabit in Thy hill, O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near His throne of grace? The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands; That trusts his Maker’s promises, And follows His commands. He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbor wrong. The wealthy sinner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord; And though to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never gripe the poor: This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his Heav’n secure.

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• [Mzm 15:1] Why Doth The Lord Stand Off So Far?

  Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal His face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and Thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still Thy saints devour? They put Thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. Arise, O God, lift up Thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, “The God of Heav’n will ne’er engage To fight on Zion’s side?” But Thou forever art our Lord; And powerful is Thine hand, As when the heathens felt Thy sword, And perished from Thy land. Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause Thine ear to hear; He hearkens what His children say, And puts the world in fear. Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 15:1

• [Mzm 15:1] Lord, Who Shall Come To Thee

  Lord, who shall come to Thee, And stand before Thy face? Who shall abide, a welcome guest, Within Thy holy place? The man of upright life, Sincere in word and deed, Who slanders neither friend nor foe, Nor idle tales will heed. Who honors godly men, But scorns the false and vile, Who keeps his promised word to all, Though loss be his the while. Who loves not usury, Nor takes a base reward; Unmoved forever he shall be, And stand before the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 15:1] Who, O Lord, With Thee Abiding

  Who, O Lord, with Thee abiding, In Thy House shall be Thy guest? Who, his feet to Zion turning, In Thy holy hill shall rest? He that ever walks uprightly, Does the right without a fear, When he speaks, he speaks not lightly, But with truth and love sincere. He that slanders not his brother, Does not evil to a friend; To reproaches of another He refuses to attend. Wicked men win not his favor, But the good who fear the Lord; From his vow he will not waver, Though it bring him sad reward. Freely to the needy lending, No excess he asks again; And the innocent befriending, He desires not praise of men. Doing this, and evil spurning, He shall nevermore be moved; This the man with Thee sojourning, This the man by Thee approved.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 15:1] Who Shall Ascend Thy Heav’nly Place?

  Who shall ascend Thy heav’nly place, Great God, and dwell before Thy face? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below. Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbor wrong. Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vents it to his neighbor’s hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honored in his eyes. Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good; Nor dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears. He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold; While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door. He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face And doth to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them. Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone: This is the man Thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 15:1] Who Shall Inhabit In Thy Hill?

  Who shall inhabit in Thy hill, O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near His throne of grace? The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands; That trusts his Maker’s promises, And follows His commands. He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbor wrong. The wealthy sinner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord; And though to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never gripe the poor: This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his Heav’n secure.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 15:1] Why Doth The Lord Stand Off So Far?

  Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal His face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and Thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still Thy saints devour? They put Thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. Arise, O God, lift up Thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, “The God of Heav’n will ne’er engage To fight on Zion’s side?” But Thou forever art our Lord; And powerful is Thine hand, As when the heathens felt Thy sword, And perished from Thy land. Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause Thine ear to hear; He hearkens what His children say, And puts the world in fear. Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 16:1

• [Mzm 16:1] God, Keep Me Safe

  God, keep me safe; in You I refuge take. You are my Lord; I have no good elsewhere. The hearts of all idolaters will ache; In all their sacrifices I’ll not share. Lord, my inheritance You have assigned; You guard what’s mine and make me feel secure. Your boundary lines are pleasant to my mind; Your future blessings will bring joy for sure. Lord, I will praise You for Your counsel wise; Even at night my heart tells me Your way. I’ll always set You first before my eyes; You’re right beside me; I won’t be afraid. My heart is glad; my tongue rejoices e’er; I know You will not leave me when I die. The path of life to me You will declare; You’ll fill me with eternal joy on high.

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• [Mzm 16:1] O God, Preserve Me

  O God, preserve me, for in Thee Alone my trust has stood; My soul has said, Thou art my Lord, My chief and only good. I love Thy saints, who fear Thy Name, And walk as in Thy sight; They are the excellent of earth, In them is my delight. Their sorrows shall be multiplied Who worship aught but Thee; I share not in their offerings, Nor join their company. The Lord is mine inheritance, The Lord alone remains The fullness of my cup of bliss; The Lord my lot maintains. The lines are fallen unto me In places large and fair; A goodly heritage is mine, Marked out with gracious care.

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• [Mzm 16:1] Preserve Me, Lord

  Preserve me, Lord, in time of need; For succor to Thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead: My goodness cannot reach to Thee. Oft have my heart and tongue confessed How empty and how poor I am; My praise can never make Thee blessed, Nor add new glories to Thy Name. Yet, Lord, Thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do; These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know. Let others choose the songs of mirth To give a relish to their wine; I love the men of heav’nly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine.

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• [Mzm 16:1] To Thee, O Lord, I Fly

  To Thee, O Lord, I fly And on Thy help depend; Thou art my Lord and King most high; Do Thou my soul defend. A heritage for me Jehovah will remain; My portion rich and full is He, My right He will maintain. The lot to me that fell Is beautiful and fair; The heritage in which I dwell Is good beyond compare. I praise the Lord above Whose counsel guides aright; My heart instructs me in His love In seasons of the night. I keep before me still The Lord Whom I have proved; At my right hand He guards from ill, And I shall not be moved. Life’s pathway Thou wilt show, To Thy right hand wilt guide, Where streams of pleasure ever flow, And boundless joys abide.

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Mazmur 25:2

• [Mzm 25:2] Trusting Jesus (2)

  Dear Lord, take up our tangled strands, Where we have wrought in vain, That by the skill of Thy dear hands Some beauty may remain. Refrain Transformed by grace divine, The glory shall be Thine; To Thy most holy will, O Lord, We now our all resign. Touch Thou the sad, discordant keys Of every troubled breast, And change to peaceful harmonies The sighings of unrest. Refrain Where broken vows in fragments lie— The toil of wasted years— Do Thou make whole again, we cry, And give a song for tears. Refrain Take all the failures, each mistake Of our poor human ways, Then, Savior, for Thine own dear sake, Make them show forth Thy praise. Refrain

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Mazmur 29:1

• [Mzm 29:1] Ascribe To The Lord Our God

  Ascribe to the Lord our God, Ascribe to Him glory, might. Ascribe to the Lord the glory due His Name And worship Him aright. Come worship in the splendor of holiness. The voice of the Lord is heard; The Lord thunders o’er the sea. The voice of the Lord is powerful and strong; God speaks with majesty. We hear Your voice and worship in holiness. God’s voice breaks the cedars tall; He strips all the forests bare. The mountains He shakes; they skip just like a calf. His glory all declare. We hear Your voice and worship in holiness. The voice of the Lord does strike With flashes of lightning bright. The voice of the Lord does shake the desert sands; The deer give birth in fright. We hear Your voice and worship in holiness. The Lord o’er the flood did reign; As King, He’s fore’er enthroned. The Lord gives His people strength for every day; With peace, they’re blessed and crowned. You’ve blessed us, Lord; we worship in holiness.

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• [Mzm 29:1] Now Unto Jehovah, Ye Sons Of The Mighty

  Now unto Jehovah, ye sons of the mighty, All glory and strength and dominion accord; Ascribe to Him glory, and render Him honor. In beauty of holiness, worship the Lord. The voice of Jehovah comes down on the waters; In thunder the God of the glory draws nigh; Lo, over the waves of the wide-flowing waters Jehovah as King is enthronèd on high! The voice of Jehovah is mighty, is mighty; The voice of Jehovah in majesty speaks; The voice of Jehovah the cedars is breaking; Jehovah the cedars of Lebanon breaks. Each one in His temple His glory proclaimeth. He sat on the flood; He is King on His throne. Jehovah all strength to His people imparteth; Jehovah with peace ever blesseth His own.

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  source: Cyberhymnal