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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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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Psalms 119:162

• [Psa 119:162] The Highest Joy

  The highest joy that can be known To those who heav’nward wend— It is the Word of Life to own, And God to have as Friend; It is the Word of Life to own, And God to have as Friend. The Word doth give me wealth untold, All good it has in store; My deepest sorrows lose their hold To joys forevermore; My deepest sorrows loose their hold To joys forevermore. How often when in deep despair My soul has been restored, And when the tempter would ensnare ’Twould strength to stand afford; And when the tempter would ensnare ’Twould strength to stand afford. It tells me of a love divine, How Jesus’ blood was shed; Each day this joyous song is mine As paths of grace I tread; Each day this joyous song is mine As paths of grace I tread. When stars above shall shine no more God’s Word is still my light; When pleasures of this world are o’er, My joys shall reach their height; When pleasures of this world are o’er, My joys shall reach their height.

  source: Cyberhymnal