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Mazmur 6:1-2

Mazmur 38:1-10

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Mazmur 6:1-2

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:2] Have Mercy, Lord, On Me

  Have mercy, Lord, on me, As Thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, Thy wonted mercy find. Wash off my foul offense, And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crimes, and see How great my guilt has been. The joy Thy favor gives Let me again obtain, And Thy free Spirit’s firm support My fainting soul sustain. To God the Father, Son, And Spirit glory be, As ’twas, and is, and shall be so To all eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:2] Heal Me, O My Savior

  Heal me, O my Savior, heal; Heal me as I suppliant kneel; Heal me, and my pardon seal. Fresh the wounds that sin hath made; Hear the prayers I oft have prayed, And in mercy send me aid. Helpless, none can help me now; Cheerless, none can cheer but Thou; Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow. Thou the true Physician art; Thou, O Christ, canst health impart, Binding up the bleeding heart. Other comforters are gone; Thou canst heal, and Thou alone; Thou for all my sins atone. Heal me, then, my Savior, heal: Heal me, as I suppliant kneel; To Thy mercy I appeal.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:2] When My Love To God Grows Weak

  When my love to God grows weak, [or When my love to Christ grows weak] When for deeper faith I seek, Then in thought I go to thee, Garden of Gethsemane. There I walk amid the shades While the lingering twilight fades See that suffering, friendless One, Weeping, praying there alone. When my love for man grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary, I go To thy scenes of fear and woe. There behold His agony, Suffered on the bitter tree; See His anguish, see His faith, Love triumphant still in death. Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self sacrifice.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 38:1-10

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 73:26

• [Mzm 73:26] My God, My Portion, And My Love

  My God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting all! I’ve none but Thee in Heav’n above, Or on this earthly ball. What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod! There’s nothing here deserves my joys, There’s nothing like my God. In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light; ’Tis Thy sweet beams create my noon; If Thou withdraw, ’tis night. And whilst upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shows His head, ’Tis morning with my soul. To Thee we owe our wealth, and friends, And health, and safe abode: Thanks to Thy Name for meaner things, But they are not my God. How vain a toy is glitt’ring wealth, If once compared to Thee! Or what’s my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me? Were I possessor of the earth, And called the stars my own, Without Thy graces and Thyself I were a wretch undone. Let others stretch their arms like seas And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of Thy face, And I desire no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 107:10

• [Mzm 107:10] Men Who Walk In Folly’s Way

  Men who walk in folly’s way, And to evil turn aside, Find that sorrow will repay Those who wisdom’s laws have defied; Down to death’s dark portals led, They abhor their daily bread. To Jehovah then they cry In their trouble and He saves, Sends compassionate reply Gives the health their spirit craves, Rescues them with gracious aid From the snares their folly led. Sons of men, awake to praise God the Lord Who reigns above, Gracious in His works and ways, Wondrous in redeeming love; Let them all thank-offerings bring, Celebrate His deeds, and sing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal