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Mazmur 38:1-8

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Mazmur 34:19

• [Mzm 34:19] I Asked The Lord That I Might Grow

  I asked the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace; Might more of His salvation know, And seek, more earnestly, His face. ’Twas He who taught me thus to pray, And He, I trust, has answered prayer! But it has been in such a way, As almost drove me to despair. I hoped that in some favored hour, At once He’d answer my request; And by His love’s constraining pow’r, Subdue my sins, and give me rest. Instead of this, He made me feel The hidden evils of my heart; And let the angry pow’rs of hell Assault my soul in every part. Yea more, with His own hand He seemed Intent to aggravate my woe; Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. Lord, why is this, I trembling cried, Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? “’Tis in this way, the Lord replied, I answer prayer for grace and faith. These inward trials I employ, From self, and pride, to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may’st find thy all in Me.”

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Mazmur 38:1-8

• [Mzm 38:1] Amidst Thy Wrath Remember Love

  Amidst Thy wrath remember love, Restore Thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father’s chastening prove Like an avenger’s sword. Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no rest. My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’atone. My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father’s frown. Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my powers are whole: The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. All my desire to Thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh, and every groan, Is noticed by Thine ear. Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry; My God will bear my spirit up, When Satan bids me die. My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see’t; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet. But I’ll confess my guilt to Thee, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before Thy servant die.

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• [Mzm 38:1] In Thy Wrath And Hot Displeasure

  In Thy wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not Thy servant, Lord; Let Thy mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by Thine indignation, I am troubled by my sin. With my burden of transgression Heavy laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. Weak and wounded, I implore Thee: Lord, to me Thy mercy show; All my prayer is now before Thee, All my trouble Thou dost know. Darkness gathers, foes assail me. But I answer not a word; All my friends desert and fail me, Only Thou my cry hast heard. Lord, in Thee I am confiding; Thou wilt answer when I call, Lest my foes, the good deriding, Triumph in Thy servant’s fall. I am prone to halt and stumble, Grief and sorrow dwell within, Shame and guilt my spirit humble, I am sorry for my sin. Foes about my soul are closing, Full of hatred, false and strong; Choosing good, I find opposing All who love and do the wrong. Lord, my God, do not forsake me, Let me know that Thou art near, Under Thy protection take me, As my Savior now appear.

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• [Mzm 38:4] Alas, My God, My Sins Are Great

  Alas! my God! my sins are great, My conscience doth upbraid me; And now I find that at my strait No man hath power to aid me. And fled I hence, in my despair, In some lone spot to hide me, My griefs would still be with me there, Thy hand still hold and guide me. Nay, Thee I seek—I merit naught, Yet pity and restore me; Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot, Thy Son hath suffered for me. If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher, Here spare me not; if Heaven I win, On earth I gladly suffer. But curb my heart, forgive my guilt, Make Thou my patience firmer, For they must miss the good Thou wilt, Who at Thy teachings murmur. Then deal with me as seems Thee best, Thy grace will help me bear it, If but at last I see Thy rest, And with my Savior share it.

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• [Mzm 38:4] O The Darkness, O The Sorrow

  O the darkness, O the sorrow, O the misery of sin! When will dawn the promised morrow That shall bring deliverance in? One there was ordained to languish, Guiltless, in Gethsemane; One there was Who died in anguish Innocent, on Calvary. Jesus was the Burden-bearer, God’s own Son the Sacrifice; Of the griefs of man the Sharer, Of his soul the Ransom-price. ’Tis the Christ, the Ever-living, Ever-loving, Ever-blest, By the Comforter still giving Pardon, holiness, and rest. Can the love so freely given, Can the blood so freely shed, Fail to draw the earth to Heaven, Fail to bring alive its dead? Rise, O children of the Father, Stand, ye brothers of the Son, In unyielding ranks together Till the crown of Christ be won; Till the lands of sin and sorrow, Darker than the ancient night, Shall behold the promised morrow Beam on them with saving light.

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Mazmur 77:2-4

• [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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• [Mzm 77:3] To God Will I Direct My Prayer

  To God will I direct my prayer, And He will make my needs His care; I trust Him still, though in my grief No answer yet has brought relief; With hands outstretched through all the night, Uncomforted I sought for light. The thought of God brought me no peace, But rather made my fears increase; With sleepless eyes and speechless pain My fainting spirit grieved in vain; The blessedness of long ago Made deeper still my present woe. Recalling days when faith was bright, When songs of gladness filled my night, I pondered o’er my grievous woes And searching questioning arose; Will God cast off, and nevermore His favor to my soul restore? I asked in fear and bitterness: Will God forsake me in distress? Shall I His promise faithless find? Has God forgotten to be kind? Has He in anger hopelessly Removed His love and grace from me? These doubts and fears that troubled me Were born of my infirmity; Though I am weak, God is most high, And on His goodness I rely; Of all His wonders, I will tell, And on His deeds my thoughts shall dwell.

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Habakuk 3:17-19

• [Hab 3:17] Though The Fig Tree Shall Not Blossom

  Though the fig tree shall not blossom, Neither fruit be in the vine: Though in vain the olive labors, And the fruitful fields decline: Refrain I will rejoice in the Lord, my Redeemer, Joyful I’ll trust Him, for He will provide, Giving me all that I need for my journey; I will not fear, for He walks by my side. Though no flocks are in the sheepfold, Neither cattle in the stalls: Though the earth is filled with famine, And no rain from Heaven falls: Refrain Though my path lies through the valley Of the shadows, He is near, For His rod and staff they comfort, And no evil I shall fear. Refrain Though my friends should not receive Him, Or through sin should prove untrue: Though the wicked should entice me, And should persecute me, too: Refrain

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• [Hab 3:17] What Our Father Does Is Well

  What our Father does is well; Blessèd truth His children tell! Though He send, for plenty, want, Though the harvest-store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above. What our Father does is well; Shall the willful heart rebel? If a blessing He withhold In the field, or in the fold, Is it not Himself to be All our store eternally? What our Father does is well; Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise For the strength His Word supplies; He has called us sons of God, Can we murmur at His rod? What our Father does is well; May the thought within us dwell; Though nor milk nor honey flow In our barren Canaan now, God can save us in our need, God can bless us, God can feed. Therefore unto Him we raise Hymns of glory, songs of praise; To the Father, and the Son, And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, might, and glory be Now, and through eternity.

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