Psalms 36:1

• [Psa 36:1] Trespass Of The Wicked Man, The

  The trespass of the wicked man Most plainly testifies That fear of God’s most holy Name Is not before his eyes. He cherishes the empty hope, Although his sin be great, It never shall be brought to light And viewed with righteous hate. The words he utters with his mouth Are wickedness and lies; He keeps himself from doing good, And ceases to be wise. While on his bed his thought he gives To planning wickedness; He sets himself in evil ways, He shuns not to transgress.

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• [Psa 36:1] While Men Grow Bold In Wicked Ways

  While men grow bold in wicked ways, And yet a God they own, My heart within me often says, “Their thoughts believe there’s none.” Their thoughts and ways at once declare, Whate’er their lips profess, God hath no wrath for them to fear, Nor will they seek His grace. What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes! But there’s a hastening hour, When they shall see with sore surprise The terrors of Thy power. Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep, unfathomed sea. Above the heav’ns’ created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds Where time and nature end. Safety to man Thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast; Beneath the shadow of Thy wings Thy children choose to rest. From Thee, when creature-streams run low. And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high. Though all created light decay, And death close up our eyes, Thy presence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rise.

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Psalms 37:7

• [Psa 37:7] Wait, And Murmur Not

  O troubled heart, there is a home Beyond the reach of toil and care; A home where changes never come: Who would not fain be resting there? Refrain O wait, meekly wait, and murmur not, O wait, meekly wait, and murmur not O wait, O wait, O wait, and murmur not. Yet when bowed down beneath the load By Heav’n allowed, thine earthly lot; Look up! thou’lt reach that blest abode; Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. Refrain Toil on, nor deem, tho’ sore it be, One sigh unheard, one prayer forgot; The day of rest will dawn for thee; Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. Refrain

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Psalms 89:19

• [Psa 89:19] In Vision To His Saints God Spake

  In vision to His saints God spake: “From out the people one I take, A mighty leader, true and brave, Ordained, exalted, strong to save. My chosen servant I appoint, With holy oil his head anoint; My hand with him shall still remain, My arm his strength shall well sustain. “No enemy shall him affright, His adversaries I will smite, My faithfulness to him will prove, And nevermore My grace remove. Yea, he shall triumph in My Name, And great shall be his power and fame, From sea to sea his mighty hand Shall hold dominion o’er the land. “‘Thou art my Father,’ he shall cry, ‘My God, my Rock of refuge high’; My firstborn son shall he be owned, Above the kings of earth enthroned. For him My mercy shall endure, My covenant with him is sure; His throne and race I will maintain, Forever, while the heavens remain. “Should sons of his My laws forsake, My just commands and statutes break, Then, though My rod their sins reprove, My mercy I will not remove. Though they be chastened sore and tried, My faithfulness shall yet abide; My plighted word I will not break, Nor change the promise that I spake. “My oath is steadfast, ever sure, My servant’s race shall still endure; His throne forever firm shall stay When sun and moon have passed away.” On Thine anointed wrath is poured As if Thy covenant were abhorred; Thou hast profaned his kingly crown, His matchless strength is broken down. He is reproached and spoiled of all, His enemies upon him fall; His beauty is consumed away, Forgotten is his kingly sway. Cut off in youth, his sacred name Is covered now with deepest shame; How long, O Lord, shall wrath abide? Thy face forever wilt Thou hide? Think on my life; O Lord, take thought; Hast Thou created man for naught? What man that lives has power to save His soul from death, and from the grave? Where are Thy mercies which of old Were in Thy promises foretold? Remember, Lord, the bitter shame Heaped on Thine own anointed’s name. I sing of mercies that endure Forever builded firm and sure, Of faithfulness that never dies, Established changeless in the skies. Blest be the Lord forevermore, Whose promise stands from days of yore. His word is faithful now as then; Blest be His Name. Amen, Amen.

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  source: Cyberhymnal