Psalms 104:2-35

• [Psa 104:19] Seasons Are Fixed By Wisdom Divine, The

  The seasons are fixed by wisdom divine, The slow-changing moon show forth God’s design; The sun in his circuit his Maker obeys, And running his journey hastes not nor delays. The Lord makes the night, when, leaving their lair, The lions creep forth, God’s bounty to share; The Lord makes the morning, when beasts steal away And men are beginning the work of the day. How many and wise Thy works are, O Lord! The earth with the wealth of wisdom is stored; The sea bears in safety the ships to and fro, And creatures unnumbered it shelters below. Thy creatures all look to Thee for their food; Thy hands open wide, they gather the good; Thy face Thou concealest, in anguish they yearn; Their breath Thou withholdest, to dust they return. Thy Spirit, O Lord, makes life to abound, The earth is renewed, and fruitful the ground; To God ascribe glory and wisdom and might, Let God in His creatures forever delight. Before the Lord’s might earth trembles and quakes, The mountains are rent, and smoke from them breaks; The Lord I will worship through all of my days, Yea, while I have being my God I will praise. Rejoicing in God, my thought shall be sweet, While sinners depart in ruin complete; My soul, bless Jehovah, His Name be adored, Come, praise Him, ye people, and worship the Lord.

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• [Psa 104:23] Savior, To Thee We Raise Our Hymn

  Savior, to Thee we raise our hymn of gladness; Once more at evening’s hour we look to Heav’n above; Far, far behind to leave earth’s toil and sadness— So resting only on Thy great redeeming love. May this day’s sins, we pray Thee, all be pardoned; Grant us Thy absolution, give Thy grace to cheer; O never let our hearts by sin be hardened, But keep our conscience tender, give us holy fear. Now day is done, and all its labors ended, Close Thou, O Lord, our weary eyes in gentle sleep; So may we ever be by Thee defended— O may Thy guardian angels round us vigil keep! Our souls restore, renew our pow’rs, and make us Strong in Thy strength to rise and greet the morning light; And at the last, O blessèd Savior, take us To dwell with Thee in that glad land which knows no night!

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• [Psa 104:24] O Lord, How Manifold The Works

  O Lord, how manifold the works In wisdom wrought by Thee; The wealth of Thy creation fills The earth and mighty sea. Let God rejoice in all His works, And let His works proclaim Forevermore their Maker’s praise And glorify His Name. While life shall last my thankful lips A song to God will raise, And while my being I possess, My Maker I will praise. My heart shall think upon His grace In meditation sweet; My soul, rejoicing in the Lord, His praises shall repeat.

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• [Psa 104:24] Thine, Lord, Is Wisdom, Thine Alone

  Thine, Lord, is wisdom, Thine alone; Justice and truth before Thee stand: Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne, Mercy withholds Thy lifted hand. Each evening shows Thy tender love, Each rising morn Thy plenteous grace; Thy wakened wrath doth slowly move, Thy willing mercy flies apace. To Thy benign, indulgent care, Father, this light, this breath, we owe; And all we have, and all we are, From Thee, great Source of being, flow. Thrice Holy! Thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is Thine; And when created nature dies, Thy never ceasing glories shine.

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• [Psa 104:34] How Sweet And Silent Is The Place

  How sweet and silent is the place, My God, alone, with Thee! Awaiting here Thy touch of grace, Thy heav’nly mystery. So many ways Thou hast, dear Lord, My longing heart to fill: Thy lovely world, Thy spoken word, The doing Thy sweet will. Giving Thy children living bread, Leading Thy weak ones on, The touch of dear hands on my head, The thought of loved ones gone. Lead me by many paths, dear Lord, But always in Thy way; And let me make my earth a Heav’n Till next communion day.

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• [Psa 104:34] Savior! O What Endless Charms, The

  The Savior! O what endless charms, Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet comforts round. Here pardon, life and joys divine, In rich effusion flow, For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doomed to endless woe. Th’Almighty former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode; While angels viewed with wondering eyes, And hailed th’incarnate God. O the rich depths of love divine, Of bliss, a boundless store! Dear Savior, let me call Thee mine— I cannot wish for more.

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