Psalms 12:1

• [Psa 12:1] Help, Lord, For Those Who Love Thee Fail

  Help, Lord, for those who love Thee fail, Thy faithful ones fall from the ranks, And leave the liars to their tale, False gratitude and treacherous thanks. Lord, may those flattering lips be lashed, The boasting mouths stripped of their pride, Those tongues that murmur unabashed, Who is this God? We shall abide! “Because the poor have been oppressed, And in their patience sigh alone, I will protect them in My breast,” The Lord has said, “These are Mine own.” And what He saith is purified Like silver, sevenfold assayed. Though by this evil age defied, His Word of truth shall be obeyed. His promises shall stand secure, His saints are safe, though ill betide, He will protect His humble poor, Though rogues are honored far and wide.

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• [Psa 12:1] Lord, If Thou Dost Not Soon Appear

  Lord, if Thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if Thou delay. The whole discourse, when neighbors meet, Is filled with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane. But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. “Yet shall our words be free,” they cry; “Our tongues shall be controlled by none: Where is the Lord will ask us why? Or say our lips are not our own?” The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed, And hears th’oppressor’s haughty strain, Will rise to give His children rest, Nor shall they trust His Word in vain. Thy Word, O Lord, though often tried, Void of deceit shall still appear; Not silver, seven times purified, From dross, and mixture, shines so clear. Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; Though when the vilest men have power, On every side will sinners swarm.

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• [Psa 12:1] O Lord, Be Thou My Helper True

  O Lord, be Thou my Helper true, For just and godly men are few; The faithful who can find? From truth and wisdom men depart, With flattering lips and double heart, They speak their evil mind. The lips that speak, the truth to hide, The tongues of arrogance and pride, That boastful words employ, False speaking tongues that boast their might, That own no law, that know no right, Jehovah will destroy. Because the poor are sore oppressed, Because the needy are distressed, And bitter are their cries, The Lord will be their Helper strong; To save them from contempt and wrong Jehovah will arise. Jehovah’s promises are sure, His words are true, His words are pure As silver from the flame. Though base men walk on every side, His saints are safe, whate’er betide, Protected by His Name.

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• [Psa 12:1] O Lord, Look Down From Heaven

  O Lord, look down from Heaven, behold And let Thy pity waken: How few are we within Thy fold, Thy saints by men forsaken! True faith seems quenched on every hand, Men suffer not Thy Word to stand; Dark times have us o’ertaken. With fraud which they themselves invent Thy truth they have confounded; Their hearts are not with one consent On Thy pure doctrine grounded. While they parade with outward show, They lead the people to and fro, In error’s maze astounded. May God root out all heresy And of false teachers rid us Who proudly say: “Now, where is he That shall our speech forbid us? By right or might we shall prevail; What we determine cannot fail; We own no lord and master.” Therefore saith God, “I must arise, The poor My help are needing; To Me ascend My people’s cries, And I have heard their pleading. For them My saving Word shall fight And fearlessly and sharply smite, The poor with might defending.” As silver tried by fire is pure From all adulteration, So through God’s Word shall men endure Each trial and temptation. Its light beams brighter through the cross, And, purified from human dross, It shines through every nation. Thy truth defend, O God, and stay This evil generation; And from the error of their way Keep Thine own congregation. The wicked everywhere abound And would Thy little flock confound; But Thou art our Salvation.

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Psalms 79:1

• [Psa 79:1] In Thy Heritage The Heathen

  In Thy heritage the heathen Now, O God, triumphant stand; They defile Thy holy temple, They destroy Thy chosen land; Ruthless, they have slain Thy servants, They have caused Thy saints to mourn; In the sight of all about us We endure reproach and scorn. O how long against Thy people Shall Thine anger burn, O Lord? On Thine enemies, the heathen, Be Thine indignation poured; Smite the kingdoms that defy Thee, Calling not upon Thy Name; They have long devoured Thy people And have swept Thy land with flame. O remember not against us Evil by our fathers wrought; Haste to help us in Thy mercy Near to ruin we are brought; Help us, God of our salvation, For the glory of Thy Name; For Thy Name’s sake come and save us, Take away our sin and shame. Let Thy foes no longer scorn Thee, Now avenge Thy servants slain; Loose the prisoner, save the dying, All Thine enemies restrain; Then Thy flock, Thy chosen people, Unto Thee their thanks shall raise, And to every generation We will sing Thy glorious praise.

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• [Psa 79:1] Remember Not, O God

  Remember not, O God, The sins of long ago; In tender mercy visit us, Distressed and humbled low. O Lord, our Savior, help, And glorify Thy Name; Deliver us from all our sins, And take away our shame. In Thy compassion hear Thy prisoner’s plaintive sigh, And in the greatness of Thy power Save those about to die. Then, safe within Thy fold, We will exalt Thy Name; Our thankful hearts with songs of joy Thy goodness will proclaim.

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Psalms 89:19

• [Psa 89:19] In Vision To His Saints God Spake

  In vision to His saints God spake: “From out the people one I take, A mighty leader, true and brave, Ordained, exalted, strong to save. My chosen servant I appoint, With holy oil his head anoint; My hand with him shall still remain, My arm his strength shall well sustain. “No enemy shall him affright, His adversaries I will smite, My faithfulness to him will prove, And nevermore My grace remove. Yea, he shall triumph in My Name, And great shall be his power and fame, From sea to sea his mighty hand Shall hold dominion o’er the land. “‘Thou art my Father,’ he shall cry, ‘My God, my Rock of refuge high’; My firstborn son shall he be owned, Above the kings of earth enthroned. For him My mercy shall endure, My covenant with him is sure; His throne and race I will maintain, Forever, while the heavens remain. “Should sons of his My laws forsake, My just commands and statutes break, Then, though My rod their sins reprove, My mercy I will not remove. Though they be chastened sore and tried, My faithfulness shall yet abide; My plighted word I will not break, Nor change the promise that I spake. “My oath is steadfast, ever sure, My servant’s race shall still endure; His throne forever firm shall stay When sun and moon have passed away.” On Thine anointed wrath is poured As if Thy covenant were abhorred; Thou hast profaned his kingly crown, His matchless strength is broken down. He is reproached and spoiled of all, His enemies upon him fall; His beauty is consumed away, Forgotten is his kingly sway. Cut off in youth, his sacred name Is covered now with deepest shame; How long, O Lord, shall wrath abide? Thy face forever wilt Thou hide? Think on my life; O Lord, take thought; Hast Thou created man for naught? What man that lives has power to save His soul from death, and from the grave? Where are Thy mercies which of old Were in Thy promises foretold? Remember, Lord, the bitter shame Heaped on Thine own anointed’s name. I sing of mercies that endure Forever builded firm and sure, Of faithfulness that never dies, Established changeless in the skies. Blest be the Lord forevermore, Whose promise stands from days of yore. His word is faithful now as then; Blest be His Name. Amen, Amen.

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Psalms 102:13

• [Psa 102:13] Let Sion And Her Sons Rejoice

  Let Sion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promised hour; Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t’exalt His power. Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. The Lord will raise Jerusalem And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before His Name, And kings attend with fear. He sits a sovereign on His throne, With pity in His eyes; He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise. He frees the souls condemned to death, And when His saints complain, It sha’n’t be said, “That praying breath Was ever spent in vain.” This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord.

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