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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