Psalms 35:13

• [Psa 35:13] The Fast, As Taught By Holy Lore

  The fast, as taught by holy lore, We keep in solemn course once more; The fast to all men known, and bound In forty days of yearly round. The law and seers that were of old In divers ways this Lent foretold Which Christ, all seasons’ King and Guide, In after ages sanctified. More sparing therefore let us make The words we speak, the food we take, Our sleep and mirth, and closer barred Be every sense in holy guard. In prayer together let us fall, And cry for mercy, one and all, And weep before the Judge’s feet, And His avenging wrath entreat. Thy grace have we offended sore, By sins, O God, which we deplore; But pour upon us from on high, O pardoning One, Thy clemency. Remember Thou, though frail we be, That yet Thine handiwork are we; Nor let the honor of Thy Name Be by another put to shame. Forgive the sin that we have wrought; Increase the good that we have sought; That we at length, our wanderings o’er, May please Thee here and evermore. We pray Thee, holy Trinity, One God, unchanging Unity, That we from this our abstinence May reap the fruits of penitence.

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Psalms 53:4

• [Psa 53:4] Are All The Foes Of Sion Fools

  Are all the foes of Sion fools, Who thus devour her saints? Do they not know her Savior rules, And pities her complaints? They shall be seized with sad surprise; For God’s revenging arm Scatters the bones of them that rise To do His children harm. In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array; When God has first despised their host They fall an easy prey. O for a word from Zion’s King, Her captives to restore! Jacob with all his tribes shall sing, And Judah weep no more.

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• [Psa 53:4] In Vain The Powers Of Darkness Try

  In vain the powers of darkness try To work the Church’s ill, The Friend of sinners reigns on high, And checks them at His will. Though mischief in their hearts may dwell, And on their tongues deceit, A word of His their pride can quell, And all their aims defeat. My trust is in His grace alone; His house shall be my home. How sweet His mercies past to own, And hope for more to come.
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Psalms 95:7

• [Psa 95:7] Hush, My Soul, What Voice Is Pleading?

  Hush, my soul, what voice is pleading? Thou canst feel its silent power; Who is this that speaks so gently In this solemn evening hour? “Stay, poor sinner; life is fleeting, And thy soul is dark within; Wilt thou wait till outer darkness Close in gloom thy life of sin?” Hark! it is a voice of sweetness, Tenderly it speaks, and true! Dark and sad, yet strangely yearning, For a peace I never knew. Half inclined to stay and listen, Half inclined to go away; Still I linger, for it whispers, “Harden not thy heart today.” What is this that steals beside me? Can it be that at my side, In His own mysterious presence, Stands the wondrous Crucified? “Why poor sinner, wilt thou linger? I am waiting to forgive; See the meaning of these wound prints; I have died that thou mayest live!” Hush, my soul! It is thy Savior! And He seeks His lost one now; He is waiting, flee not from Him, Venture near, before Him bow; Tell Thy sins; He will forgive thee; And He will not love thee less; For the human heart of Jesus Overflows with tenderness.

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• [Psa 95:7] I Have Heard Thy Voice, Lord Jesus

  I have heard Thy voice, Lord Jesus, Saying in Thy grace divine: “Fear thou not, I have redeemed thee; I have called thee, thou art Mine.” Lord, I bring Thee full allegiance! Therefore now to Thee I sing, Answ’ring, “Yea, Thou hast redeemed me; I am Thine, my Lord, my King!” I have nothing worth Thy taking, Thou, whom heav’nly hosts adore, But my heart is longing, yearning, To be Thine forevermore. So I come to Thee, Lord Jesus, Laying in surrender meet All I am, and have, and hope for, All I love, at Thy dear feet. Yet the off’rings here are humble, Which Thy children bring to Thee, And their best and sweetest praises Are but rendered falt’ringly. But our song shall be triumphant, When Thy glory we shall see: “All for Jesus!” All for Jesus! Now and through eternity.

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• [Psa 95:7] No Voice But Thine

  We come again, O gracious Lord, Around Thy hallowed mercy seat, To feast upon Thy living Word, And lay our burdens at Thy feet. Refrain Shut out the world, that we may see Within our midst no one but Thee; Our love inspire through faith divine, That we may hear no voice but Thine. We come again, for still we need Refreshing showers our hearts to cheer, In Thy dear Name the grace we plead, That to Thy throne will bring us near. Refrain Our strength renew, our hope increase, And may we now Thy blessings share; Keep Thou Thine own in perfect peace, Control our thoughts, direct our prayer. Refrain And when this hour shall pass away, Oh, may Thy presence come so near That from our hearts we all may say, ’Twas good for us to gather here. Refrain

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• [Psa 95:7] Today The Savior Calls

  Today the Savior calls: Ye wand’rers, come; O ye benighted souls, Why longer roam? Today the Savior calls: O listen now! Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow. Today the Savior calls: For refuge fly; The storm of justice falls, And death is nigh. The Spirit calls today: Yield to His power; O grieve Him not away; ’Tis mercy’s hour.
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Psalms 139:9

• [Psa 139:9] Take The Wings Of The Morning

  Take the wings of the morning; speed quickly thy flight To Jesus, thy Savior, thy hope and thy light; The fount of His mercy is open for thee, Go wash and be cleaned in its waters so free. Refrain Take the wings of the morning and fly, Ere the darkness shall cover the sky; Fly away from the shadows that over thee roll, And find in thy Savior the home of thy soul. Fly away to thy Savior, He waits to forgive; One look of His love, and thy spirit shall live; Thy faith will secure thee His blessing divine; Go plead thou His merits, and peace will be thine. Refrain On the wings of the morning fly home to His breast— There only thy refuge, there only thy rest; The moments are precious, the noontide is near; Fly home to the Savior, oh, linger not here. Refrain

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• [Psa 139:9] Thou Lord Of Hosts

  Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand Has brought us here before Thy face, Our spirits wait for Thy command, Our silent hearts implore Thy peace. Those spirits lay their noblest powers As offerings on Thy holy shrine. Thine was the strength that nourished ours; The soldiers of the cross are Thine. While watching on our arms at night We saw Thine angels around us move. We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light, And followed, trusting, to Thy love. Send us wherever Thou wilt, O Lord! Through rugged toil and wearying fight. Thy conquering love shall be our sword, And faith in Thee our truest might. Send down Thy constant aid, we pray. Be Thy pure angels with us still. Thy truth, be that our firmest stay; Our only rest, to do Thy will.

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Psalms 139:11

• [Psa 139:11] Round Me Falls The Night

  Round me falls the night; Savior, be my Light: Through the hours in darkness shrouded Let me see Thy face unclouded; Let Thy glory shine in this heart of mine. Earthly work is done, earthly sounds are none; Rest in sleep and silence seeking, Let my hear Thee softly speaking; In my spirit’s ear whisper “I am near.” Darkened now each ray o’er the traveler’s way; Let me know that Thou hast found me, Let me feel Thine arms around me, Sure from every ill Thou wilt guard me still. Blessèd heavenly Light, shining through earth’s night; Voice, that oft of love hast told me; Arms, so strong to clasp and hold me; Thou Thy watch wilt keep, Savior, o’er my sleep.

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