Psalms 17:13

• [Psa 17:13] Arise, My Gracious God

  Arise, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee; They are but Thy chastising rod, To drive Thy saints to Thee. Behold, the sinner dies, His haughty words are vain; Here in this life his pleasure lies, And all beyond is pain. Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store; The Lord is my inheritance, My soul can wish no more. I shall behold the face Of my forgiving God; And stand complete in righteousness, Washed in my Savior’s blood. There is a new heav’n begun, When I awake from death, Dressed in the likeness of Thy Son, And draw immortal breath.

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• [Psa 17:13] Lord, I Am Thine

  Lord, I am Thine; but Thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love: When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is Thine. Their hope and portion lies below: ’Tis all the happiness they know, ’Tis all they seek; they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs. What sinners value I resign; Lord, ’tis enough that Thou art mine: I shall behold Thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. This life’s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake and find me there? O glorious hour! O bless’d abode! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound; Then burst the chains in sweet surprise, And in my Savior’s image rise.

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Psalms 68:13

• [Psa 68:13] White As The Wings Of A Dove

  Yet shall ye be as a dove’s shining wings, Covered with silver and gold; Gracious assurance the Word ever brings, Promise of beauty untold. Refrain Shine on us, Savior, oh, shed forth Thy love; Make us as white as the wings of a dove; Shine on us, Savior, oh, shed forth Thy love; Make us as white as the wings of a dove. What tho’ our tent-homes are covered with dust, While thro’ life’s desert we move; Time cometh when they shall flutter, we trust, White as the wings of a dove. Refrain What tho’ our garments like leprosy cling, Robes of self-righteousness wove; Praises to Jesus! for yet we may sing, Clad as the wings of a dove. Refrain What tho’ we lie ’midst the filth of the earth, Or as a prodigal rove; We may come up from the Spirit’s new birth, Clean as the wings of a dove. Refrain What tho’ for years we have wandered in sin, And ’gainst the Good Spirit strove; Thro’ Heaven’s portals we yet may go in, Pure as the wings of a dove. Refrain

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Psalms 80:14

• [Psa 80:14] Look Down Upon Us, God Of Grace

  Look down upon us, God of grace, And send from Thy most holy place The quickening Spirit all divine, On us and on this bread and wine. O may His overshadowing Make now for us this bread we bring The body of Thy Son our Lord, This cup His blood for sinners poured.
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• [Psa 80:14] O Heavenly King, Look Down From Above

  O heavenly King, look down from above; Assist us to sing Thy mercy and love. So sweetly o’erflowing, so plenteous the store, Thou still art bestowing, and giving us more. O God of our life, we hallow Thy Name, Our business and strife is Thee to proclaim. Accept our thanksgiving for creating grace; The living, the living shall show forth Thy praise. Our Father and Lord, almighty art Thou; Preserved by Thy Word, we worship Thee now; The bountiful Donor of all we enjoy, Our tongues, to Thine honor, and lives we employ. But, oh, above all Thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall which saves the lost race; Thy Son Thou hast given the world to redeem, And bring us to Heaven whose trust is in Him.

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Psalms 95:6

• [Psa 95:6] Brethren, We Have Met To Worship

  Brethren, we have met to worship and adore the Lord our God; Will you pray with all your power, while we try to preach the Word? All is vain unless the Spirit of the Holy One comes down; Brethren, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around. Brethren, see poor sinners round you slumbering on the brink of woe; Death is coming, hell is moving, can you bear to let them go? See our fathers and our mothers, and our children sinking down; Brethren, pray and holy manna will be showered all around. Sisters, will you join and help us? Moses’ sister aided him; Will you help the trembling mourners who are struggling hard with sin? Tell them all about the Savior, tell them that He will be found; Sisters, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around. Is there here a trembling jailer, seeking grace, and filled with tears? Is there here a weeping Mary, pouring forth a flood of tears? Brethren, join your cries to help them; sisters, let your prayers abound; Pray, Oh pray that holy manna may be scattered all around. Let us love our God supremely, let us love each other, too; Let us love and pray for sinners, till our God makes all things new. Then He’ll call us home to Heaven, at His table we’ll sit down; Christ will gird Himself and serve us with sweet manna all around.

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• [Psa 95:6] Father, In Whom We Live

  Father, in Whom we live, in Whom we are and move, The glory, power and praise receive for Thy creating love. Let all the angel throng give thanks to God on high, While earth repeats the joyful song and echoes to the sky. Incarnate Deity, let all the ransomed race Render in thanks their lives to Thee for Thy redeeming grace. The grace to sinners showed ye heavenly choirs proclaim, And cry “Salvation to our God, salvation to the Lamb!” Spirit of Holiness, let all Thy saints adore Thy sacred energy, and bless Thine heart renewing power. Not angel tongues can tell Thy love’s ecstatic height, The glorious joy unspeakable the beatific sight. Eternal, Triune God, let all the hosts above, Let all on earth below record and dwell upon Thy love. When heaven and earth are fled before Thy glorious face, Sing all the saints Thy love hath made Thine everlasting praise.

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• [Psa 95:6] We Now Have Met To Worship Thee

  We now have met to worship Thee, And glorify Thy Name, dear Lord; Help every one attentive be, And heed the teaching of Thy Word. Fill every heart with love divine, Teach every tongue Thy praise to sing. Refrain Help each to say, Lord, we are Thine, And all we have to Thee we bring. That when our bodies turn to dust, Our souls in Heav’n be glorified. Assist thy servant to proclaim The Gospel message plain and pure, That all who hear accept the same, And make in Thee salvation sure. In Thee alone help us to trust, And in Thy love and laws abide, Refrain

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Psalms 139:2

• [Psa 139:2] Thou, Lord, By Strictest Search Hast Known

  Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to Thee, Known long before conceived by me. Thine eye my bed and path surveys, My public haunts and private ways, Thou know’st what ’tis my lips would vent, My yet unuttered word’s intent. Surrounded by Thy power I stand, On every side I find Thy hand; O skill, for human reach too high! Too dazzling bright for mortal eye! Search, try, O God, my thought and heart, If mischief lurks in any part; Correct me where I go astray, And guide me in Thy perfect way.

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