Psalms 47:7

• [Psa 47:7] Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee

  Mighty God, while angels bless Thee, May a mortal sing Thy Name? Lord of men as well as angels, Thou art every creature’s theme. Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days. Sounded through the wide creation Be Thy just and endless praise. For the grandeur of Thy nature, Grand beyond a seraph’s thought; For the wonders of creation, Works with skill and kindness wrought. For Thy providence, that governs, Through Thine empire’s wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow, Blessèd be Thy gentle reign. For Thy rich, Thy free redemption, Bright, though veiled in darkness long, Thought is poor, and poor expression; Who can sing that wondrous song? Brightness of the Father’s glory, Shall Thy praise unuttered lie? Break, my tongue, such guilty silence! Sing the Lord Who came to die. From the highest throne of glory To the cross of deepest woe, All to ransom guilty captives; Flow my praise, forever flow! Reascend, immortal Savior; Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne; Thence return, and reign forever, Be the kingdom all Thine own!

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• [Psa 47:7] O God Of Earth And Altar

  O God of earth and altar, bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide; Take not Thy thunder from us, but take away our pride. From all that terror teaches, from lies of tongue and pen, From all the easy speeches that comfort cruel men; From sale and profanation of honor and the sword; From sleep and from damnation, deliver us, good Lord! Tie in a living tether, the prince and priest and thrall; Bind all our lives together, smite us and save us all; In ire and exultation aflame with faith and free, Lift up a living nation, a single sword to Thee.

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• [Psa 47:7] O King Most High Of Earth And Sky

  O King most high of earth and sky On prostrate death Thou treadest, And with Thy blood dost mark the road Whereby to Heaven Thou leadest. O Christ, behold Thine orphaned fold, Which Thou hast borne with anguish, Steeped in the tide from Thy rent side: O leave us not to languish! The glorious gain of all Thy pain Henceforth dost Thou inherit; Now comes the hour—then greatly shower On us Thy promised Spirit!

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Psalms 147:4

• [Psa 147:4] Can You Count The Stars?

  Can you count the stars that brightly Twinkle in the midnight sky? Can you count the clouds, so lightly O’er the meadows floating by? God, the Lord, doth mark their number, With His eyes that never slumber; He hath made them every one, He hath made them every one. Can you count the wings now flashing In the sunshine’s golden light? Can you count the fishes splashing In the cooling waters bright? God, the Lord, a name hath given, To all creatures under Heaven; He hath named them every one, He hath named them every one. Do you know how many children Rise each morning blithe and gay? Can you count their jolly voices, Singing sweetly day by day? God hears all the happy voices, In their merry songs rejoices; And He loves them, every one And He loves them, every one.

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• [Psa 147:4] Do You Know How Many Stars?

  Do you know how many stars There are shining in the sky? Do you know how many clouds Every day go floating by? God, the Lord, their number knoweth, For each one His care He showeth, Of the bright and boundless host, Of the bright and boundless host. Do you know how many birdies In the sunshine sing each day? Do you know how many fishes In the sparkling water play? God, the Lord, who dwells in Heaven, Name and life to each has given, In His love they live and move, In His love they live and move. Do you know how many children Go to little beds at night, And without a care or sorrow Wake again with morning light? God in Heav’n each name can tell, Know us, too, and loves us well, He’s our best and dearest Friend, He’s our best and dearest Friend.

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