Psalms 104:24

• [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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Psalms 104:34

• [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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