Psalms 119:5

• [Psa 119:5] O That The Lord Would Guide My Ways

  O that the Lord would guide my ways To keep His statutes still! O that my God would grant me grace To know and do His will! O send Thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar’s part. From vanity turn off my eyes; Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires, arise Within this soul of mine. Order my footsteps by Thy Word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear. My soul hath gone too far astray, My feet too often slip; Yet since I’ve not forgot Thy way, Restore Thy wand’ring sheep. Make me to walk in Thy commands, ’Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God.

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Psalms 119:115-117

• [Psa 119:116] O Thou Who Sealest Up The Past

  O Thou Who sealest up the past, The days slip from us, and the years Grow silent with their hopes and fears; ’Tis Thine to keep all things at last. We have not done the things we would, A blotted page we render back; And yet, whate’er our work may lack, Thy work goes on, and Thou art good. Thou movest in the moving years; Wherever man is, there Thou art To overrule his feebler part, And bring a blessing out of tears. Thou opener of the years to be, Let me not lose, in woe or weal, The touch of Thy strong hand I feel Upholding and directing me.

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• [Psa 119:117] At Thy Feet, O Christ

  At Thy feet, O Christ, we lay Thine own gift of this new day; Doubt of what it holds in store Makes us crave Thine aid the more; Lest it prove a time of loss, Mark, it Savior, with Thy Cross. If it flow on calm and bright, Be Thyself our chief Delight; If it bring unknown distress, Good is all that Thou canst bless; Only, while its hours begin, Pray we, keep them clear of sin. We in part our weakness know And in part discern our foe; Well for us, before Thine eyes All our danger open lies; Turn not from us, while we plead Thy compassions and our need. Fain would we Thy Word embrace, Live each moment on Thy grace, All our selves to Thee consign, Fold up all our wills in Thine, Think, and speak, and do, and be Simply that which pleases Thee. Hear us, Lord, and that right soon; Hear, and grant the choicest boon That Thy love can e’er impart, Loyal singleness of heart; So shall this and all our days, Christ and God, show forth Thy praise.

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Psalms 119:176

• [Psa 119:176] Take Me, O My Father, Take Me

  Take me, O my Father, take me; Take me, save me, through Thy Son; That which Thou wouldst have me, make me, Let Thy will in me be done. Long from Thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and praying, Take me to Thy love, my God. Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin; At Thy feet, O Father, falling, To Thy household take me in. Freely now to Thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine; Freely life and love I offer, Gift unworthy love like Thine. Once the world’s Redeemer, dying, Bore our sins upon the tree; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to Thee: Father, take me; all forgiving, Fold me to Thy loving breast; In Thy love forever living I must be forever blest.

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• [Psa 119:176] We Have Not Known Thee As We Ought

  We have not known Thee as we ought, Nor learned Thy wisdom, grace and power; The things of earth have filled our thought, And trifles of the passing hour. Lord, give us light Thy truth to see, And make us wise in knowing Thee. We have not feared Thee as we ought, Nor bowed beneath Thine awful eye, Nor guarded deed and word and thought, Remembering that God was nigh. Lord, give us faith to know Thee near, And grant the grace of holy fear. We have not loved Thee as we ought, Nor cared that we are loved by Thee; Thy presence we have coldly sought, And feebly longed Thy face to see. Lord, give a pure and loving heart To feel and know the love Thou art. We have not served Thee as we ought, Alas, the duties left undone, The work with little fervor wrought, The battles lost or scarcely won! Lord, give the zeal, and give the might, For Thee to toil, for Thee to fight. When shall we know Thee as we ought, And fear and love and serve aright? When shall we, out of trial brought, Be perfect in the land of light? Lord, may we day by day prepare To see Thy face and serve Thee there.

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