Psalms 102:13-28

• [Psa 102:13] Let Sion And Her Sons Rejoice

  Let Sion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promised hour; Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t’exalt His power. Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. The Lord will raise Jerusalem And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before His Name, And kings attend with fear. He sits a sovereign on His throne, With pity in His eyes; He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise. He frees the souls condemned to death, And when His saints complain, It sha’n’t be said, “That praying breath Was ever spent in vain.” This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 102:17] The Lord Has Heard And Answered Prayer

  The Lord has heard and answered prayer And saved His people in distress; This to the coming age declare, That they His holy Name may bless. The Lord, exalted on His throne, Looked down from Heav’n with pitying eye To still the lowly captive’s moan And save His people doomed to die. All men in Zion shall declare His gracious Name with one accord, When kings and nations gather there To serve and worship God the Lord. Before my journey is complete My vigor fails, my years decline; My God, O spare me, I entreat; The days of life are wholly Thine. The earth and heav’ns shall pass away, Like vesture worn and laid aside, But changeless Thou shalt live for aye, Thy years forever shall abide. Thou, O Jehovah, shalt endure; Thy throne forever is the same; And to all generations sure Shall be Thy great memorial Name. Thy servants’ children shall remain Forevermore before Thy face; Enduring honor they shall gain, Established ever in Thy grace.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 102:25] Thou, Whose Unmeasured Temple Stands

  Thou, whose unmeasured temple stands, Built over earth and sea, Accept these walls that human hands Have raised, O God, to Thee. Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, Within these courts to bide, The peace that dwelleth without end Serenely by Thy side! And let the Comforter and Friend, Thy Holy Spirit, meet, With those who here in worship bend Before Thy mercy seat. May they who err be guided here To find the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth born passion dies.

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  source: Cyberhymnal