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Mazmur 78:37

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Mazmur 12:1

• [Mzm 12:1] Help, Lord, For Those Who Love Thee Fail

  Help, Lord, for those who love Thee fail, Thy faithful ones fall from the ranks, And leave the liars to their tale, False gratitude and treacherous thanks. Lord, may those flattering lips be lashed, The boasting mouths stripped of their pride, Those tongues that murmur unabashed, Who is this God? We shall abide! “Because the poor have been oppressed, And in their patience sigh alone, I will protect them in My breast,” The Lord has said, “These are Mine own.” And what He saith is purified Like silver, sevenfold assayed. Though by this evil age defied, His Word of truth shall be obeyed. His promises shall stand secure, His saints are safe, though ill betide, He will protect His humble poor, Though rogues are honored far and wide.

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• [Mzm 12:1] Lord, If Thou Dost Not Soon Appear

  Lord, if Thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if Thou delay. The whole discourse, when neighbors meet, Is filled with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane. But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. “Yet shall our words be free,” they cry; “Our tongues shall be controlled by none: Where is the Lord will ask us why? Or say our lips are not our own?” The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed, And hears th’oppressor’s haughty strain, Will rise to give His children rest, Nor shall they trust His Word in vain. Thy Word, O Lord, though often tried, Void of deceit shall still appear; Not silver, seven times purified, From dross, and mixture, shines so clear. Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; Though when the vilest men have power, On every side will sinners swarm.

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• [Mzm 12:1] O Lord, Be Thou My Helper True

  O Lord, be Thou my Helper true, For just and godly men are few; The faithful who can find? From truth and wisdom men depart, With flattering lips and double heart, They speak their evil mind. The lips that speak, the truth to hide, The tongues of arrogance and pride, That boastful words employ, False speaking tongues that boast their might, That own no law, that know no right, Jehovah will destroy. Because the poor are sore oppressed, Because the needy are distressed, And bitter are their cries, The Lord will be their Helper strong; To save them from contempt and wrong Jehovah will arise. Jehovah’s promises are sure, His words are true, His words are pure As silver from the flame. Though base men walk on every side, His saints are safe, whate’er betide, Protected by His Name.

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• [Mzm 12:1] O Lord, Look Down From Heaven

  O Lord, look down from Heaven, behold And let Thy pity waken: How few are we within Thy fold, Thy saints by men forsaken! True faith seems quenched on every hand, Men suffer not Thy Word to stand; Dark times have us o’ertaken. With fraud which they themselves invent Thy truth they have confounded; Their hearts are not with one consent On Thy pure doctrine grounded. While they parade with outward show, They lead the people to and fro, In error’s maze astounded. May God root out all heresy And of false teachers rid us Who proudly say: “Now, where is he That shall our speech forbid us? By right or might we shall prevail; What we determine cannot fail; We own no lord and master.” Therefore saith God, “I must arise, The poor My help are needing; To Me ascend My people’s cries, And I have heard their pleading. For them My saving Word shall fight And fearlessly and sharply smite, The poor with might defending.” As silver tried by fire is pure From all adulteration, So through God’s Word shall men endure Each trial and temptation. Its light beams brighter through the cross, And, purified from human dross, It shines through every nation. Thy truth defend, O God, and stay This evil generation; And from the error of their way Keep Thine own congregation. The wicked everywhere abound And would Thy little flock confound; But Thou art our Salvation.

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Mazmur 20:1

• [Mzm 20:1] Dread Jehovah, God Of Nations

  Dread Jehovah, God of nations, From Thy temple in the skies, Hear Thy people’s supplications, Now for their deliverance rise. Lo, with deep contritions turning, Humbly at Thy feet we bend; Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning; Hear us, spare us, and defend. Though our sins, our hearts confounding, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding, Jesus’ blood can cleanse from all. Let that love veil our transgressions, Let that blood our guilt efface: Save Thy people from oppression, Save from spoil Thy holy place.

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• [Mzm 20:1] Now May The God Of Power And Grace

  Now may the God of power and grace Attend His people’s humble cry! Jehovah hears when Israel prays, And brings deliverance from on high. The Name of Jacob’s God defends Better than shields or brazen walls; He from His sanctuary sends Succor and strength, when Zion calls. Well He remembers our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts; His love accepts the sacrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. In His salvation is our hope, And in the Name of Israel’s God, Our troops shall lift their banners up Our navies spread their flags abroad. Some trust in horses trained for war, And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are From Thee, the Lord of heav’nly hosts. O may the memory of Thy Name Inspire our armies for the fight! Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight. Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear; Now let our hopes be firm and strong Till the salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song.

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Mazmur 30:1

• [Mzm 30:1] O Lord, By Thee Delivered

  O Lord, by Thee delivered, I Thee with songs extol; My foes Thou hast not suffered to glory o’er my fall. O Lord, my God, I sought Thee, and Thou didst heal and save; Thou, Lord, from death didst ransom and keep me from the grave. His holy Name remember, ye saints, give thanks and praise; His anger lasts a moment, His favor all our days; For sorrow, like a pilgrim, may tarry for a night, But joy the heart will gladden when dawns the morning light. In prosperous days I boasted, “Unmoved I shall remain”; For Lord, Thy good favor my cause didst maintain; I soon was sorely troubled, for Thou didst hide Thy face; I cried to Thee, Jehovah, I sought Jehovah’s grace. What profit if I perish, if life Thou dost not spare? Shall dust repeat Thy praises, shall it Thy truth declare? O Lord, on me have mercy, and my petition hear; That Thou mayst be my Helper, in mercy, Lord, appear. My grief is turned to gladness, to Thee my thanks I raise; Who hast removed my sorrow and girded me with praise; And now, no longer silent, my heart Thy praise will sing; O Lord, my God, forever my thanks to Thee I bring.

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• [Mzm 30:1] O, Lord, My God

  O Lord, my God! I will keep on thanking You—forever O, Father! O Lord, my God! I will keep on thanking You—forever O, Father! You lift me up, You keep my enemies away. My soul sings of your faithfulness! You’re my Foundation, Lord, a rock that I can lean on. Your Word will live forevermore! I know, my Lord, that You have ransomed me from death. O, help me never to forget! Into Your hands do I commit my grateful spirit, With You I will not be afraid! O, Lord, my God, how You have filled my emptiness. I’m like a stream, You’re like the rain. O, Lord my God, now I can see Your plan for me—ev’rywhere I go, there You will be! Repeat Chorus

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