Psalms 1:6

• [Psa 1:6] He Knows It All

  I love to think my Father knows Why I have missed the path I chose, And that I soon shall clearly see The way He led was best for me. Refrain He knows it all, He knows it all, My Father knows, He knows it all; Thy bitter tears how fast they fall! He knows, my Father knows it all. I love to think my Father knows The thorns I pluck with every rose The daily griefs I seek to hide From the dear soulsI walk beside. Refrain I love to think my Father knows The strength or weakness of my foes, And that I need but stand and see Each conflict end in victory. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 32:10

• [Psa 32:10] The Mercy Of God Is An Ocean Divine

  The mercy of God is an ocean divine, A boundless and fathomless flood. Launch out in the deep, cut away the shore line, And be lost in the fullness of God. Refrain Launch out, into the deep. Oh let the shore line go. Launch out, launch out in the ocean divine, Out where the full tides flow. But many, alas! only stand on the shore, And gaze on the ocean so wide. They never have ventured its depths to explore, Or to launch on the fathomless tide. Refrain And others just venture away from the land, And linger so near to the shore That the surf and the slime that beat over the strand Dash o’er them in floods evermore. Refrain Oh, let us launch out on this ocean so broad, Where floods of salvation o’erflow. Oh, let us be lost in the mercy of God, Till the depths of His fullness we know. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 49:15

• [Psa 49:15] Hark! From The Tombs A Dole­ful Sound

  Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound; My ears, attend the cry; “Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. “Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the rev’rend head Must lie as low as ours!” Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more? Grant us the powers of quick’ning grace, To fit our souls to fly, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We’ll rise above the sky.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 73:26

• [Psa 73:26] My God, My Portion, And My Love

  My God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting all! I’ve none but Thee in Heav’n above, Or on this earthly ball. What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod! There’s nothing here deserves my joys, There’s nothing like my God. In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light; ’Tis Thy sweet beams create my noon; If Thou withdraw, ’tis night. And whilst upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shows His head, ’Tis morning with my soul. To Thee we owe our wealth, and friends, And health, and safe abode: Thanks to Thy Name for meaner things, But they are not my God. How vain a toy is glitt’ring wealth, If once compared to Thee! Or what’s my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me? Were I possessor of the earth, And called the stars my own, Without Thy graces and Thyself I were a wretch undone. Let others stretch their arms like seas And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of Thy face, And I desire no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal