Psalms 61 
[Psa 61:1] Holy Father, Hear My Cry
Holy Father, hear my cry;
Holy Savior, bend Thine ear;
Holy Spirit, come Thou nigh;
Father, Savior, Spirit, hear.Father, save me from my sin;
Savior, I Thy mercy crave;
Gracious Spirit, make me clean:
Father, Savior, Spirit, save.Father, let me taste Thy love;
Savior, fill my soul with peace;
Spirit, come my heart to move:
Father, Son, and Spirit, bless.Father, Son, and Spirit—Thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All Thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 61:1] O God, Regard My Humble Plea
O God, regard my humble plea;
I cannot be so far from Thee
But Thou wilt hear my cry;
When I by trouble am distressed,
Then lead me on the Rock to rest
That higher is than I.In Thee my soul has shelter found,
And Thou hast been from foes around
The Tower to which I flee.
Within Thy house will I abide;
My Refuge sure, whate’er betide,
Thy sheltering wings shall be.For Thou, my God, my vows hast heard,
On me the heritage conferred
Of those that fear Thy Name;
A blest anointing Thou dost give,
And Thou wilt make me ever live
Thy praises to proclaim.Before Thy face shall I abide;
O God, Thy truth and grace provide
To guard me in the way;
So I will make Thy praises known,
And, humbly bending at Thy throne,
My vows will daily pay.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 61:2] Lead Me To The Rock
When mountains of doubt hem me in on each side,
And waves of affliction roll in like a tide;
When vainly I seek some new pathway to try,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
Oh, lead me to the Rock,
Oh, lead me to the Rock,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I,
Oh, lead me to the Rock,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.When storms of deep trouble rage fiercely around,
When forebodings of ill in my spirit abound;
When the hopes of a lifetime are blighted and die,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
The sun of prosperity brightly may shine,
And my heart round its treasures too closely may twine,
When my hopes are in danger of rising too high,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
When nearing the shore of the river of death,
And the moments fly swiftly with each labored breath,
When losing my hold of each dear earthly tie,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
Whatever my lot, be it wearily sad,
Or actively busy or joyously glad;
In each joy and sorrow, my God, be Thou nigh,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 61:2] Rock That Is Higher Than I, The
Oh! sometimes the shadows are deep,
And rough seems the path to the goal,
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep
Like tempests down over the soul.Refrain
O then to the Rock let me fly
To the Rock that is higher than I
O then to the Rock let me fly
To the Rock that is higher than I!Oh! sometimes how long seems the day,
And sometimes how weary my feet!
But toiling in life’s dusty way,
The Rock’s blessèd shadow, how sweet!Refrain
Then near to the Rock let me keep
If blessings or sorrows prevail,
Or climbing the mountain way steep,
Or walking the shadowy vale.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 61:5] Blessed Master, I Have Promised
Blessèd Master, I have promised,
Hear my solemn vow;
Take this pledge of mine and seal it
Here and now.Strength of mine is only weakness,
Thine is strength indeed;
Strengthen me in fullest measure
As I need.Let no worldly cares nor pleasures
Call my heart away;
Save me, Lord, and keep me faithful
Day by day.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 61:8] Laborer’s Noon-day Hymn, The
Up to the throne of God is borne
The voice of praise at early morn,
And he accepts the punctual hymn
Sung as the light of day grows dim:Nor will He turn His ear aside
From holy offerings at noontide:
Then here reposing let us raise
A song of gratitude and praise.What though our burthen be not light,
We need not toil from morn to night;
The respite of the mid-day hour
Is in the thankful creature’s power.Blest are the moments, doubly blest,
That, drawn from this one hour of rest,
Are with a ready heart bestowed
Upon the service of our God!Each field is then a hallowed spot,
An altar is in each man’s cot,
A church in every grove that spreads
Its living roof above our heads.Look up to Heaven! the industrious sun
Already half his race hath run;
‘He’ cannot halt nor go astray,
But our immortal spirits may.Lord! since his rising in the East,
If we have faltered or transgressed,
Guide, from Thy love’s abundant source,
What yet remains of this day’s course:Help with Thy grace, through life’s short day,
Our upward and our downward way;
And glorify for us the west,
When we shall sink to final rest.Play source: Cyberhymnal
