Psalms 1:1
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[Psa 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place
Blest is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer’s seat.But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the Word,
And meditates by night.He, like a plant of generous kind,
By living waters set,
Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,
When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand
Appoints His saints a place.His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet
Happy the man whose cautious feet
Shun the broad way that sinners go,
Who hates the place where atheists meet,
And fears to talk as scoffers do.He loves t’employ the morning light
Amongst the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word.He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;
And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams
On ev’ry work his hands begin.But sinners find their counsels cross’d:
As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.In vain the rebel seeks to stand
In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge, with stern command,
Divides him to a diff’rent place.“Straight is the way My saints have trod;
I bless’d the path, and drew it plain;
But you would choose the crooked road,
And down it leads to endless pain.”Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The
The man is ever bless’d
Who shuns the sinners’ ways,
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner’s place;But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav’nly fruit.Not so th’ungodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment seat,
Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand,
In full assembly meet!He knows, and He approves
The way the righteous go;
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God
That man is blest who, fearing God
From sin restrains his feet,
Who will not stand with wicked men,
Who shuns the scorners’ seat.Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law
His portion and delight,
And meditates upon that law
With gladness day and night.That man is nourished like a tree
Set by the river’s side;
Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure,
And thus his works abide.The wicked like the driven chaff
Are swept from off the land;
They shall not gather with the just,
Nor in the judgment stand.The Lord will guard the righteous well,
Their way to Him is known;
The way of sinners, far from God,
Shall surely be o’erthrown.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 32:1
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[Psa 32:1] Blest Is The Man, Forever Blest
Blest is the man, forever blest,
Whose guilt is pardoned by his God;
Whose sins with sorrow are confessed,
And covered with his Savior’s blood.Blest is the man to whom the Lord
Imputes not his iniquities;
He pleads no merit of reward,
And not on works, but grace relies.From guile his heart and lips are free;
His humble joy, his holy fear,
With deep repentance well agree,
And join to prove his faith sincere.How glorious is that righteousness
That hides and cancels all his sins,
While a bright evidence of grace
Through his whole life appears and shines!Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 32:1] How Blest Is He Whose Trespass
How blest is he whose trespass
Hath freely been forgiv’n,
Whose sin is wholly covered
Before the sight of Heav’n.
But he to whom Jehovah
Will not impute his sin,
Who has a guileless spirit,
Whose heart is true within.While I kept guilty silence
My strength was spent with grief;
Thy hand was heavy on me,
My soul found no relief;
But when I owned my trespass,
My sin hid not from Thee,
When I confessed transgression,
Then Thou forgavest me.So let the godly seek Thee
In times when Thou art near;
No whelming floods shall reach them,
Nor cause their hearts to fear.
In Thee, O Lord, I hide me,
Thou savest me from ill,
And songs of Thy salvation
My heart with rapture thrill.I graciously will teach thee
The way that thou shalt go,
And with Mine eye upon thee
My counsel make thee know.
But be ye not unruly,
Or slow to understand,
Be not perverse, but willing
To heed My wise command.The sorrows of the wicked
In number shall abound,
But those that trust Jehovah,
His mercy shall surround.
Then in the Lord be joyful,
In song lift up your voice;
Be glad in God, ye righteous,
Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 32:1] O Blessèd Souls Are They
O blessèd souls are they
Whose sins are covered o’er;
Divinely blessed, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives without deceit
Shall prove their faith sincere.While I concealed my guilt,
I felt the painful wound,
Till I confessed my sins to Thee,
And ready pardon found.Let sinners learn to pray,
Let saints keep near the throne;
Our help in times of deep distress
Is found in God alone.source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 33:12
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[Psa 33:12] Blest Is The Nation Where The Lord
Blest is the nation where the Lord
Hath fixed His gracious throne,
Where He reveals His heav’nly Word
And calls their tribes His own.His eye with infinite survey
Does the whole behold;
He formed us all of equal clay
And knows our feeble mold.Kings are not rescued by the force
Of armies from the grave;
Nor speed nor courage of a horse
Can the bold rider save.Vain is the strength of beasts or men,
To hope for safety thence;
But holy souls from God obtain
A sure and strong defense.God is their fear, and God their trust;
When plagues or famine spread,
His watchful eye secures the just
Among ten thousand dead.Lord, let our hearts in Thee rejoice,
And bless us from Thy throne;
For we have made Thy Word our choice,
And trust Thy grace alone.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 33:12] O God, Hear Thou The Nation’s Prayer
O God, hear Thou the nation’s prayer,
We lift our cause to Thee;
We wage the holy war of Christ;
We fight to make men free.Give us to build our cities pure,
Salvation throned above,
To shelter lowly homes from ill,
And teach our hearts to love.
[originally, And tune our mills with love]Give us to guide the alien feet,
To teach the brother’s way,
To save our motherhood from need;
To guard our children’s play.May visions call and faith enflame,
And banish lust and greed;
O God, make Thou our home to be
[originally, Make Thou America to be]
A land of soulful deed.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 33:12] O Happy Natio
O happy nation, where the Lord
Reveals the treasure of His Word,
And builds His church, His earthly throne!
His eye the heathen world surveys,
He formed their hearts, He knows their ways;
But God their Maker is unknown.Let kings rely upon their host,
And of his strength the champion boast;
In vain they boast, in vain rely;
In vain we trust the brutal force,
Or speed, or courage, of a horse,
To guard his rider or to fly.The eye of Thy compassion, Lord,
Doth more secure defense afford
When death or dangers threatening stand;
Thy watchful eye preserves the just,
Who make Thy Name their fear and trust,
When wars or famine waste the land.In sickness, or the bloody field,
Thou our Physician, Thou our Shield,
Send us salvation from Thy throne:
We wait to see Thy goodness shine;
Let us rejoice in help divine,
For all our hope is God alone.source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 33:12] O Lord, Our God, Thy Mighty Hand
O Lord, our God, Thy mighty hand
Hath made our country free;
From all her broad and happy land
May worship rise to Thee.
Fulfill the promise of her youth,
Her liberty defend;
By law and order, love and truth,
America, America, befriend!The strength of every state increase
In Union’s golden chain;
Her thousand cities fill with peace,
Her million fields with grain.
The virtues of her mingled blood
In one new people blend,
By unity and brotherhood,
America, America, befriend!O suffer not her feet to stray;
But guide her untaught might,
That she may walk in peaceful day,
And lead the world in light.
Bring down the proud, lift up the poor,
Unequal ways amend.
By justice, nationwide and sure,
America, America, befriend!Through all the waiting land proclaim
Thy gospel of goodwill;
And may the joy of Jesus’ Name
In every bosom thrill.
O’er hill, and vale, from sea to sea,
Thy holy reign extend;
By faith and hope and charity,
America, America, befriend!source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 41:1-2
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[Psa 41:1] How Blest The Man Who Thoughtfully
How blest the man who thoughtfully
The poor and weak befriends;
Deliverance in the evil day
To him Jehovah sends.
The Lord will keep him, guard his life,
On earth he shall be blest;
The Lord will not surrender him
By foes to be distressed.Upon the bed of suffering
Jehovah will sustain,
And in his sickness God will soothe
The weariness and pain.
O Lord, to Thee my cry ascends,
Let me Thy mercy see;
Heal Thou my soul, for I have sinned,
I have offended Thee.My enemies against me speak,
And they my life have scorned;
They wish my name to pass away,
Unhonored and unmourned.
My foe, deceitful, visits me,
By seeming kindness led,
His heart intent on gathering
Some hurtful news to spread.My foes, together whispering,
Their evil plans devise;
Disease, they say, cleaves fast to him,
Laid low, he shall not rise.
Yea, he who was my chosen friend,
In whom I put my trust,
Who ate my bread, now turns in wrath
To crush me in the dust.Do Thou, Jehovah, show me grace,
And raise me up again,
That I with justice may requite
These base and wicked men.
By this I know assuredly
That I am loved by Thee,
Because my foe does not exult
In triumph over me.And as for me, in uprightness
Thou dost uphold me well,
And settest me before Thy face
Forevermore to dwell.
Blest be Jehovah, Israel’s God
Forevermore. Amen.
Let age to age eternally
Repeat His praise. Amen.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 41:2] Prayer Is The Key
Prayer is the key for the bending knee
To open the morn’s first hours;
See the incense rise to the starry skies,
Like perfume from the flow’rs.Not a soul so sad, nor a heart so glad
When cometh the shades of night,
But the daybreak song will the joy prolong,
And some darkness turn to light.Take the golden key in your hand and see,
As the night-tide drifts away,
How its blessèd hold is a crown of gold,
Thro’ the weary hours of day.When the shadows fall, and the vesper call
Is sobbing its low refrain,
’Tis a garland sweet to the toil-dent feet,
And an antidote for pain.Soon our toils will cease, and will come release;
Life’s tears shall be wiped away,
As the pearl gates swing, and the gold harps ring,
And we enter eternal day.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 118:26
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[Psa 118:26] Crown His Head With Endless Blessing
Crown His head with endless blessing,
Who, in God the Father’s Name,
With compassions never ceasing,
Comes salvation to proclaim.Hail, ye saints, who know His favor,
Who within His gates are found,
Hail, ye saints th’exalted Savior,
Let His courts with praise resound.Lo, Jehovah, we adore Thee;
Thee our Savior! Thee our God!
From His throne His beams of glory
Shine through all the world around.In His Word His light arises,
Brightest beams of truth and grace;
Bind, O bind your sacrifices,
In His courts your offerings place.Jesus, Thee our Savior hailing,
Thee our God in praise we own,
Highest honors, never failing,
Rise eternal round Thy throne.Now, ye saints, His pow’r confessing,
In your grateful strains adore;
For His mercy never ceasing,
Flows, and flows forevermore.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 118:26] Jesus, Thy Name Has Power To Bless
Jesus, Thy Name hath pow’r to bless
Our troubled souls in all distress.
On us, dear Lord, bestow Thy grace,
And guide us safely all our days.The only Son of God Thou art,
Forgive our sins and cleanse our heart;
Behold and help us in our need,
Thou Who art God and Man indeed.In Thee is all our righteousness,
In Thee all peace and blessedness.
Who trusteth in Thy holy Name
Shall be redeemed from sin and shame.We praise Thee for Thy living Word,
And for Thy sacraments, O Lord.
Grant us Thy peace in all our strife,
And after death eternal life.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 127:5--128:1
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[Psa 128:1] Happy The Man Who Feareth God
Happy the man who feareth God,
Whose feet His holy ways have trod;
Thine own good hand shall nourish thee,
And well and happy shalt thou be.Thy wife shall, like a fruitful vine,
Fill all thy house with clusters fine;
Thy children all be fresh and sound,
Like olive-plants thy table round.Lo! to the man these blessings cleave
Who in God’s holy fear doth live;
From him the ancient curse hath fled
By Adam’s race inherited.Out of Mount Zion God shall send,
And crown with joy thy latter end;
That thou Jerusalem mayst see,
In favor and prosperity.He shall be with thee in thy ways,
And give thee health and length of days;
Yea, thou shalt children’s children see,
And peace on Israel shall be.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 128:1] What Cheering Words Are These!
What cheering words are these!
Their sweetness who can tell?
In time and to eternity,
’Tis with the righteous well;
In time and to eternity,
’Tis with the righteous well.In every state secure,
Kept by Jehovah’s eye,
’Tis well with them while life endures,
And well when called to die;
’Tis well with them while life endures,
And well when called to die.’Tis well when joys arise,
’Tis well when sorrows bow,
’Tis well when darkness veils the skies,
And strong temptations blow;
’Tis well when darkness veils the skies,
And strong temptations blow.’Tis well when on the mount
They feast on dying love,
And ’tis as well in God’s account,
When they the furnace prove;
And ’tis as well in God’s account,
When they the furnace prove.source: Cyberhymnal
