Psalms 119:16

• [Psa 119:16] A Glory Gilds The Sacred Page

  A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun; It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none. The Spirit breathes upon the Word And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise; They rise, but never set. Let everlasting thanks be Thine For such a bright display. As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above.

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• [Psa 119:16] Upon The Gospel’s Sacred Page

  Upon the Gospel’s sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine; And, as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine. On mightier wing, in loftier flight, From year to year does knowledge soar; And, as it soars, the Gospel light Becomes effulgent more and more. More glorious still, as centuries roll, New regions blest, new powers unfurled, Expanding with the expanding soul, Its radiance shall o’er flow the world. Flow to restore, but not destroy, As when the cloudless lamp of day Pours out its floods of light and joy, And sweeps the lingering mists away.

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• [Psa 119:16] We Love The Good Old Bible

  We love the good old Bible, The glorious Word of God, The lamp for those who travel O’er all life’s dreary road. The watchword in life’s battle, The chart on life’s dark sea; The beautiful, dear Bible, It shall our teacher be. Who would not love the Bible, So beautiful and wise? Its teachings charm the simple, And point us to the skies. Its stories all so mighty Of men so brave to see; The beautiful, dear Bible, It shall our teacher be. But most we love the Bible, For there we children learn How Christ for us became a child, Our hearts to Him to turn; And how He bowed to sorrow, That we His face might see, The Bible, O the Bible, It shall our teacher be. Then we will hold the Bible, The glorious book of God; We’ll ne’er forsake the Bible Through all life’s future road. And when we lie adying, Wherever that may be, The beautiful, dear Bible, Shall still our solace be.

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Psalms 119:72

• [Psa 119:72] Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly Theme

  Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme And speak some boundless thing; The mighty works, or mightier Name Of our eternal King. Tell of His wonderful faithfulness And sound His power abroad; Sing the sweet promise of His grace, The love and truth of God. [originally, And the performing God] Proclaim “salvation from the Lord For wretched, dying men”; His hand has writ the sacred Word With an immortal pen. Engraved as in eternal brass The mighty promise shines; Nor can the powers of darkness ‘rase Those everlasting lines. He that can dash whole worlds to death, And make them when He please, He speaks, and that almighty breath Fulfils His great decrees. His every word of grace is strong As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along Speaks all the promises. He said, “Let the wide heav’n be spread,” And heav’n was stretched abroad: “Abram, I’ll be thy God,” He said, And He was Abram’s God. O might I hear Thy heavenly tongue But whisper, “Thou art Mine!” Those gentle words shall raise my song To notes almost divine. How would my leaping heart rejoice, And think my heav’n secure! I trust the all creating voice, And faith desires no more.

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Psalms 119:97

• [Psa 119:97] Most Perfect Is The Law Of God

  Most perfect is the law of God, Restoring those that stray; His testimony is most sure, Proclaiming wisdom’s way. Refrain O how I love Thy law! O how I love Thy law! It is my meditation all the day. O how I love Thy law! O how I love Thy law! It is my meditation all the day. The precepts of the Lord are right; With joy they fill the heart; The Lord’s commandments all are pure, And clearest light impart. Refrain The fear of God is undefiled And ever shall endure; The statutes of the Lord are truth And righteousness most pure. Refrain They warn from ways of wickedness Displeasing to the Lord, And in the keeping of His Word There is a great reward. Refrain

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Psalms 119:103-104

• [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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