Psalms 88:1-18

• [Psa 88:1] Lord, The God Of My Salvation

  Lord, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry to Thee; Let my prayer now find acceptance, in Thy mercy answer me. Full of troubles and affliction, nigh to death my soul is brought, Helpless, like one cast forever from Thy care and from Thy thought. Thou hast brought me down to darkness, ’neath Thy wrath I am oppressed; All the billows of affliction overwhelm my soul distressed. Thou hast made my friends despise me, and companionless I go, Bound, and helpless in my bondage, pining in my bitter woe. Unto Thee, with hands uplifted, daily I direct my cry; Hear, O Lord, my supplication, hear and save me ere I die. Wilt Thou wait to show Thy wonders and Thy mercy to the dead? Let me live to tell Thy praises, by Thy lovingkindness led. Still, O Lord, renewed each morning unto Thee my prayer shall be; Cast me not away forever, let me now Thy favor see. All my life is spent in sorrow, grief and terror always nigh, Waves of wrath have surged about me; show Thy mercy ere I die. Friend and lover are departed, dark and lonely is my way; Lord, be Thou my Friend and Helper, still to Thee, O Lord, I pray. Lord, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry to Thee; Let my prayer now find acceptance; in Thy mercy answer me.

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• [Psa 88:9] Father, I Stretch My Hands To Thee

  Father, I stretch my hands to Thee, No other help I know; If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? What did Thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death! O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel Thy power; Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. Surely Thou canst not let me die; O speak, and I shall live; And here I will unwearied lie, Till Thou Thy Spirit give. Author of faith! to Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes: O let me now receive that gift! My soul without it dies. The worst of sinners would rejoice, Could they but see Thy face: O, let me hear Thy quickening voice, And taste Thy pardoning grace.

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• [Psa 88:10] Shall Man, O God Of Light And Life

  Shall man, O God of light and life, Forever molder in the grave? Canst Thou forget Thy glorious work, Thy promise, and Thy power to save? But in those silent realms of night, Shall peace and hope no more arise? No future morning light the tomb, Nor daystar gild the darksome skies? Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears: When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang, Death, the last foe, was captive led, And Heaven with praise and wonder rang. Faith sees the bright, eternal doors Unfold, to make His children way; They shall be clothed with endless life, And shine in everlasting day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal