Psalms 10:16

• [Psa 10:16] Around The Savior’s Lofty Throne

  Around the Savior’s lofty throne Ten thousand times ten thousand sing; They worship Him as God alone, And crown Him—everlasting King. Approach, ye saints! this God is yours; ’Tis Jesus fills the throne above: Ye cannot want while God endures; Ye cannot fail while God is love. Jesus, Thou everlasting King! To Thee the praise of Heaven belongs; Yet, smile on us who fain would bring The tribute of our humble songs. Though sin defile our worship here, We hope ere long Thy face to view; And when our souls in Heaven appear, We’ll praise Thy Name as angels do.

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• [Psa 10:16] Christ The Lord Is King

  Shout for joy, ye holy throng, Christ the Lord is King; Angel harps, the sound prolong, Christ the Lord is King. Refrain Bear the news from pole to pole, Spread the truth from sea to sea, Lo! the Prince of life and glory King of Heav’n and earth shall be. Shout for joy, ye nations all, Christ the Lord is King; Crowns before His throne shall fall, Christ the Lord is King. Refrain He Who rent the boasting grave, Christ the Lord is King; He Who lives the lost to save, Christ the Lord is King. Refrain Shout for joy, ye realms of night, Christ the Lord is King; Hail the beams of Gospel light, Christ the Lord is King. Refrain

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• [Psa 10:16] Lord Is King!, The (conder)

  The Lord is King! lift up thy voice, O earth; and all ye heav’ns, rejoice! From world to world the joy shall ring, “The Lord omnipotent is King.” The Lord is King! who then shall dare Resist His will, distrust His care, Or murmur at His wise decrees, Or doubt His royal promises? The Lord is King! Child of the dust, The Judge of all the earth is just; Holy and true are all His ways; Let every creature speak His praise. O when His wisdom can mistake, His might decay, His love forsake, Then may His children cease to sing, “The Lord omnipotent is King!” Alike pervaded by His eye, All parts of His dominion lie; This world of ours, and worlds unseen, And thin the boundary between. He reigns! ye saints, exalt your strains; Your God is King, your Father reigns; And He is at the Father’s side, The Man of love, the Crucified. Come, make your wants, your burdens known; He will present them at the throne; And angel bands are waiting there His messages of love to bear. One Lord, one empire, all secures; He reigns, and life and death are yours: Through earth and Heav’n one song shall ring, “The Lord omnipotent is King!”

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• [Psa 10:16] Lord Is King!, The (crosby)

  Hear the everlasting song, Breaking thro’ the sky: “Glory, glory be to God, To God on high!” Thro’ the blessèd courts of light Saints and angels, joyful singing, Strike their harps and shout aloud, “The Lord is King!” Hear the loud triumphant song, O’er the world resound: Like a mighty ocean rolls The glad, glad sound: “Hallelujah! praise the Lord!” Distant climes His triumph singing, Lift their voice and shout aloud, “The Lord is King!” Praise the blessèd Three in One, All ye heav’nly host: Praise the Father, praise the Son, And Holy Ghost! As it was in all the past, Through eternal ages ringing, Ransomed ones shall still proclaim, “The Lord is King!”

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• [Psa 10:16] Lord Is King!, The (terry)

  The Lord is King! I own His pow’r, His right to rule each day and hour; I own His claim on heart and will, And His demands I would fulfill. He claims my heart, to keep it clean From all defiling taint of sin; He claims my will, that I may prove How swift obedience answers love. He claims my hands for active life In noble deeds and worthy strife; He claims my feet, that in His ways I may walk boldly all my days. He claims my lips, that purest word In all my converse may be heard; My motives, passions, thoughts, that these My inner life, my King may please. He claims the brightness of my youth, My earnest strivings after truth, My joys, my toil, my craftsman’s skill; All have their place, and serve His will. O Lord my King, I turn to Thee; Thy loyal service makes me free; My daily task Thou shalt assign; For heart and will and life are Thine.

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• [Psa 10:16] Make Christ King

  Hark to the call of the New Crusade, Christ over all will King be made; Out to the world let the challenge ring: Make Christ King! Refrain Hail to the King of kings! Triumphant Redeemer! On march the soldiers of the New Crusade. This is the battle cry: Christ made the King! And to our Sov’reign we allegiance bring; Prince, Guide and Counselor He shall be. Carry the standard to victory! Hail to the call of the New Crusade: Make Christ King! Strong is the foe of the New Crusade, Sin in its armor is well arrayed; Into the fight we our best must fling: Make Christ King! Refrain Come, in His Name join the pilgrim throng, Stand for the right, and down the wrong; Glory to god, let the chorus sing, Make Christ King! Refrain

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Psalms 107:33-34

• [Psa 107:33] Springs And Streams No Longer Bless

  Springs and streams no longer bless All the dry and thirsty land; Fertile fields in verdant dress God converts to desert sand; For that they who dwell therein Turn to wickedness and sin. Once again the waters well, All the desert blossoms fair; There He makes the hungry dwell, There a city they prepare, Plant their vines and sow their fields, And the earth her increase yields. Now He blesses them indeed, They are greatly multiplied; On the hills their cattle feed, Fast increasing, spreading wide; Then again they are brought low Through oppression, grief, and woe. His contempt the princes taste: Driven out, they helpless fly, Wandering in the trackless waste; But He lifts the needy high, Where no evil shall annoy, And with children gives him joy. When His righteous judgments come, Strong to bless and to destroy, All iniquity is dumb, All the righteous sing for joy; Who Jehovah wisely heed, In His works His mercy read.

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Psalms 137:4

• [Psa 137:4] Creator Of The World, To Thee

  Creator of the world, to Thee And endless rest of joy belongs; And heavenly choirs are ever free To sing on high their festal songs. But we are fallen creatures here, Where pain and sorrow daily come; And how can we in exile drear Sing out, as they, sweet songs of Home? O Father, who dost promise still That they who mourn shall blessèd be, Grant us to weep for deeds of ill That banish us so long from Thee. But weeping, grant us faith to rest In hope upon Thy loving care; Till Thou restore us, with the blest, Their songs of praise in Heav’n to share. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom Heav’n and earth adore, From men and from the angel host Be praise and glory evermore.

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