Psalms 103:2-3

• [Psa 103:2] Ere I Sleep, For Every Favor

  Ere I sleep, for every favor, This day showed, by my God, I will bless my Savior. O my Lord, what shall I render To Thy Name, still the same, Gracious, good, and tender? Leave me not, but ever love me; Let Thy peace, be my bliss, Till Thou hence remove me.
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• [Psa 103:2] O Thou My Soul, Forget No More

  O thou, my soul, forget no more The Friend Who all thy misery bore; Let every idol be forgot, But, O my soul, forget Him not. Jesus for thou a body takes, Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks, Discharging all thy dreadful debt; And canst thou e’er such love forget? Renounce thy works and ways, with grief, And fly to this most sure relief; Nor Him forget, who left His throne, And for thy life gave up His own. Infinite truth and mercy shine, In Him, and He Himself is thine: And canst thou, then, with sin beset, Such charms, such matchless charms, forget? Ah! no—till life itself depart, His Name shall cheer and warm my heart; And lisping this, from earth I’ll rise; And join the chorus of the skies. Ah! no—when all things else expire, And perish in the general fire, This Name all others shall survive, And through eternity shall live.

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• [Psa 103:3] Holy God, We Praise Thy Name

  Holy God, we praise Thy Name; Lord of all, we bow before Thee! All on earth Thy scepter claim, All in Heaven above adore Thee; Infinite Thy vast domain, Everlasting is Thy reign. Hark! the loud celestial hymn Angel choirs above are raising, Cherubim and seraphim, In unceasing chorus praising; Fill the heavens with sweet accord: Holy, holy, holy, Lord. Lo! the apostolic train Join the sacred Name to hallow; Prophets swell the loud refrain, And the white robed martyrs follow; And from morn to set of sun, Through the Church the song goes on. Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee; While in essence only One, Undivided God we claim Thee; And adoring bend the knee, While we own the mystery. Thou art King of glory, Christ: Son of God, yet born of Mary; For us sinners sacrificed, And to death a tributary: First to break the bars of death, Thou has opened Heaven to faith. From Thy high celestial home, Judge of all, again returning, We believe that Thou shalt come In the dreaded doomsday morning; When Thy voice shall shake the earth, And the startled dead come forth. Therefore do we pray Thee, Lord: Help Thy servants whom, redeeming By Thy precious blood out-poured, Thou hast saved from Satan’s scheming. Give to them eternal rest In the glory of the blest. Spare Thy people, Lord, we pray, By a thousand snares surrounded: Keep us without sin today, Never let us be confounded. Lo, I put my trust in Thee; Never, Lord, abandon me.

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