Psalms 100:1

• [Psa 100:1] All People That On Earth Do Dwell

  All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice. Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell; Come ye before Him and rejoice. The Lord, ye know, is God indeed; Without our aid He did us make; We are His folk, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. O enter then His gates with praise; Approach with joy His courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless His Name always, For it is seemly so to do. For why? the Lord our God is good; His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom Heaven and earth adore, From men and from the angel host Be praise and glory evermore.

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• [Psa 100:1] Before Jehovah’s Awful Throne

  Before Jehovah’s awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy, He can create, and He destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again, He brought us to His fold again. We are His people, we His care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy Name, Almighty Maker, to Thy Name? We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move, When rolling years shall cease to move.

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• [Psa 100:1] Ye Lands, To The Lord Make A Jubilant Noise

  Ye lands, to the Lord make a jubilant noise; Glory be to God! Oh, serve Him with joy, in His presence now rejoice; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! Not we, but the Lord is our Maker, our God; Glory be to God! His people we are, and the sheep led by His rod; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! Oh, enter His gates with thanksgiving and praise; Glory be to God! To bless Him and thank Him our voices we will raise; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! For good is the Lord, and His mercy is sure; Glory be to God! To all generations His truth shall endure; Sing praise unto God out of Zion!

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Psalms 100:4

• [Psa 100:4] Father, Whate’er Of Earthly Bliss

  Father, whate’er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne, let this My humble prayer, arise: Give me a calm and thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessing of Thy grace impart, And make me live to Thee. Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend, Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey’s end.
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• [Psa 100:4] Open Now Thy Gates Of Beauty

  Open now thy gates of beauty, Zion, let me enter there, Where my soul in joyful duty Waits for Him Who answers prayer. Oh, how blessèd is this place, Filled with solace, light and grace! Lord, my God, I come before Thee, Come Thou also unto me; Where we find Thee and adore Thee, There a heav’n on earth must be. To my heart, oh, enter Thou, Let it be Thy temple now! Here Thy praise is gladly chanted, Here Thy seed is duly sown; Let my soul, where it is planted, Bring forth precious sheaves alone, So that all I hear may be Fruitful unto life in me. Thou my faith increase and quicken, Let me keep Thy gift divine, Howsoe’er temptations thicken; May Thy Word still o’er me shine As my guiding star through life, As my comfort in my strife. Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee, Let Thy will be done indeed; May I undisturbed draw near Thee While Thou dost Thy people feed. Here of life the fountain flows, Here is balm for all our woes.

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Psalms 95:2

• [Psa 95:2] Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

  Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home; All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin. God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied; Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home. All the world is God’s own field, fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown. First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear; Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be. For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home; From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away, Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore. Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home; Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin, There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide; Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.

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• [Psa 95:2] Not Alone For Mighty Empire

  Not alone for mighty empire, stretching far over land and sea, Not alone for bounteous harvests, lift we up our hearts to Thee. Standing in the living present, memory and hope between, Lord, we would with deep thanksgiving, praise Thee more for things unseen. Not for battleships and fortress, not for conquests of the sword, But for conquests of the spirit give we thanks to Thee, O Lord; For the priceless gift of freedom, for the home, the church, the school, For the open door to manhood, in a land the people rule. For the armies of the faithful, souls that passed and left no name; For the glory that illumines patriot lives of deathless fame. For our prophets and apostles, loyal to the living Word, For all heroes of the spirit, give we thanks to Thee, O Lord. God of justice, save the people from the clash of race and creed, From the strife of class and faction, make our nation free indeed; Keep her faith in simple manhood strong as when her life began, Till it find its full fruition in the brotherhood of man!

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• [Psa 95:2] Once More We Come Before Our God

  Once more we come before our God; Once more His blessings ask: O may not duty seem a load, Nor worship prove a task! Father, Thy quickening Spirit send From Heaven in Jesus’ Name, To make our waiting minds attend, And put our souls in frame. May we receive the word we hear, Each in an honest heart, And keep the precious treasure there, And never with it part! To seek Thee all our hearts dispose, To each Thy blessings suit, And let the seed Thy servant sows Produce abundant fruit. Bid the refreshing north wind wake, Say to the south wind, “Blow”; Let every plant the power partake, And all the garden grow. Revive the parched with heavenly showers, The cold with warmth divine; And as the benefit is ours, Be all the glory Thine.

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• [Psa 95:2] Songs Of Thankfulness And Praise

  Songs of thankfulness and praise, Jesus, Lord, to Thee we raise, Manifested by the star To the sages from afar; Branch of royal David’s stem In Thy birth at Bethlehem; Anthems be to Thee addressed, God in man made manifest. Manifest at Jordan’s stream, Prophet, Priest, and King supreme; And at Cana, wedding guest, In Thy Godhead manifest; Manifest in power divine, Changing water into wine; Anthems be to Thee addressed, God in man made manifest. Manifest in making whole Palsied limbs and fainting soul; Manifest in valiant fight, Quelling all the devil’s might; Manifest in gracious will, Ever bringing good from ill; Anthems be to Thee addressed, God in man made manifest. Sun and moon shall darkened be, Stars shall fall, the heavens shall flee, Christ will then like lightning shine, All will see His glorious sign: All will then the trumpet hear; All will see the Judge appear; Thou by all wilt be confessed, God in man made manifest. Grant us grace to see Thee, Lord, Mirrored in Thy holy Word; May we imitate Thee now, And be pure, as pure art Thou; That we like to Thee may be At Thy great Epiphany; And may praise Thee, ever blest, God in man made manifest.

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