Psalms 1:1

• [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.

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• [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.”

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• [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.

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• [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.

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Psalms 32:7

• [Psa 32:7] Dark Is The Night

  Dark is the night, and cold the wind is blowing, Nearer and nearer comes the breakers’ roar; Where shall I go, or whither fly for refuge? Hide me, my Father, till the storm is o’er. Refrain With His loving hand to guide, let the clouds above me roll, And the billows in their fury dash around me. I can brave the wildest storm, with His glory in my soul, I can sing amidst the tempest—Praise the Lord! Dark is the night, but cheering is the promise, He will go with me o’er the troubled wave; Safe He will lead me through the pathless waters, Jesus, the mighty One, and strong to save. Refrain Dark is the night, but lo! the day is breaking, Onward my bark, unfurl thy every sail, Now at the helm I see my Father standing, Soon will my anchor drop within the veil. Refrain

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• [Psa 32:7] Hide Thou Me

  In Thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, hide Thou me! When the fitful tempest rages, hide Thou me! Where no mortal arm can sever From my heart Thy love forever, Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages, safe in Thee! From the snare of sinful pleasure, hide Thou me! Thou, my soul’s eternal Treasure, hide Thou me! When the world its power is wielding, And my heart is almost yielding, Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages, safe in Thee! In the lonely night of sorrow, hide Thou me! Till in glory dawns the morrow, hide Thou me! When we’re nearing Jordan’s billow, Let Thy bosom be my pillow; Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages, safe in Thee!

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• [Psa 32:7] Thou Art My Hiding Place, O Lord

  Thou art my hiding place, O Lord, In Thee I put my trust; Encouraged by Thy holy Word, A feeble child of dust; I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea; And ’tis enough my Savior died, My Savior died for me. When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy seat, My hope within the veil. From strife of tongues and bitter words My spirit flies to Thee: Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Savior died for me. ’Mid trials heavy to the be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body racked with pain, Ah! what could the sufferer rest, Bid every murmur flee, But this, the witness in my breast That Jesus died for me? And when Thine awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away, Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, O give me strength in death to speak, “My Savior died for me.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal