Psalms 119:103

• [Psa 119:103] I’ll Not Give Up The Bible

  I’ll not give up the Bible, That precious book divine, For glory gilds its pages, And truth adorns each line. Refrain I’ll never give up that holy book, I’ll never give up the Bible; I’ll never give up that holy book, That precious book divine. Though foes may fight against me, And enemies combine, Its precepts still shall guide me, As light from Heav’n they shine. Refrain When fate’s wild storms o’ercloud me, And loud the billows roar, My chart shall be the Bible, To guide to Heav’n’s bright shore. Refrain

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• [Psa 119:103] O Word Of God

  O Word of God, how marvelous Thy wisdom and thy power! How manifold thy mightiness To meet our need each hour! Refrain O Word of God, how wondrously Does thy sweet voice resound; What gracious loving kindnesses In every tone abound! With sound of thy sweet promises Our longing hearts beat time; Thy messages waft melody, Like bells at evening chime! Refrain Thy warnings sound, how solemnly, Alarms deep toned and dark; Like fog bells on the rocky coast That guide the storm tossed bark! Refrain Thy piloting how sure, how safe, Until, all breakers passed, We triumph o’er each hurricane, And anchor, home at last! Refrain

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• [Psa 119:103] Something To Feast The Soul

  Something to feast the soul, O Lord, Something to gather from Thy Word, Give us today; That, wheresoe’er our feet may roam, We may be drawing nearer home, Each night, we pray. Give us today our daily bread, That we, from Thy rich bounty fed, May grow within; That, overcoming every foe, The sweet reward of faith may know, A rest from sin. Give us a patient spirit, Lord, For all the world cannot accord Such blissful rest. As, when we lean upon Thy Word, Thy precious promises afford To souls oppressed.

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Psalms 119:111

• [Psa 119:111] Lord, I Have Made Thy Word My Choice

  Lord, I have made Thy Word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. I’ll read the histories of Thy love, And keep Thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever fresh delight. ’Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest.

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