Psalms 145:7-8

• [Psa 145:7] Sweet Is The Memory Of Thy Grace

  Sweet is the memory of Thy grace, My God, my heav’nly King; Let age to age Thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Through the whole earth His bounty shines, And every want supplies. With longing eyes Thy creatures wait On Thee for daily food; Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. How kind are Thy compassions, Lord! How slow Thine anger moves! But soon He sends His pardoning word To cheer the souls He loves. Creatures with all their endless race Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints that taste Thy richer grace Delight to bless Thy Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:8] The Greatness Of His Mercy

  When in Jesus we believe, and His pardon we receive, What a comfort to the soul the promise brings; That the weary and oppressed, when they come to Him for rest, He will cover with the shadow of His wings. Refrain O sing the greatness of His mercy, Unto those that seek Him ever full and free; O sing, while angels join the chorus, Rolling onward like the sea. When in Jesus we abide, and by faith are justified, We have peace with God the Father through His Name; And the joy that fills the heart, though its earthly hopes depart, Through His all atoning merit we may claim. Refrain When in Jesus we are one we can say, His will be done, We can trust Him where perhaps we cannot trace; For he keeps us by His power, every moment, every hour, And we feel the sweet refreshing of His grace. Refrain Oh, the whispers of His love, how they cheer us from above, While they tell of yonder mansions bright and fair; Where, beyond the swelling tide, we shall anchor at His side, And be gathered with the saints in glory there. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:8] The Pilgrim’s Journey

  Slow to anger, full of kindness, Rich in mercy, Lord, Thou art, Wash me in Thy healing fountain, Take away my sinful heart. Refrain I would go the pilgrim’s journey, Onward to the promised land; I would reach the golden city, There to join the angel band. Thou wilt never, never leave me, If I give myself to Thee, Teach, O teach me how to praise Thee, Tell me what my life should be. Refrain May Thy ever gracious spirit, Lead me in the way of truth, May I learn the voice of wisdom, In the early days of youth. Refrain O! how sweet to rest confiding, On Thy Word that cannot fail, Strong in Thee, whate’er my trials, Through Thy grace I must prevail. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal