Psalms 88:9

• [Psa 88:9] Father, I Stretch My Hands To Thee

  Father, I stretch my hands to Thee, No other help I know; If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? What did Thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death! O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel Thy power; Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. Surely Thou canst not let me die; O speak, and I shall live; And here I will unwearied lie, Till Thou Thy Spirit give. Author of faith! to Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes: O let me now receive that gift! My soul without it dies. The worst of sinners would rejoice, Could they but see Thy face: O, let me hear Thy quickening voice, And taste Thy pardoning grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 90:4

• [Psa 90:4] Thou Glorious God, Before Whose Face

  Thou glorious God, before Whose face The generations pass away, As, to our eyes, the tender grace And marvel of each shining day! We thank Thee for the joy sublime Of years so radiant with Thy power That all the best of endless time Seems granted to the fleeting hour. We praise Thee for the surer right, The clearer message from above, The lengthening day, the shortening night, The wiser ministries of love. We bless Thee for the friends we miss, Who made our peace, and stilled our pain; We trust Thee on some height of bliss To bring them close to us again. We magnify Thy holy Name; And while in Thee our hearts rejoice, Strong be our wills, through praise and blame, To do the bidding of Thy voice.

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  source: Cyberhymnal