Psalms 16:8

• [Psa 16:8] I Set The Lord Before My Face

  I set the Lord before my face, He bears my courage up; My heart and tongue their joys express, My flesh shall rest in hope. My spirit, Lord, Thou wilt not leave Where souls departed are; Nor quit my body to the grave, To see corruption there. Thou wilt reveal the path of life, And raise me to Thy throne; Thy courts immortal pleasure give, Thy presence joys unknown. Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord, The holy David sung; And Providence fulfills the word Of his prophetic tongue. Jesus, whom every saint adores, Was crucified and slain: Behold, the tomb its prey restores! Behold, He lives again! When shall my feet arise and stand On Heav’n’s eternal hills? There sits the Son at God’s right hand, And there the Father smiles.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 16:8] Lord, Be Thy Word My Rule

  Lord, be Thy Word my rule, In it may I rejoice; Thy glory be my aim; Thy holy will my choice. Thy promises my hope; Thy providence my guard; Thine arm my strong support; Thyself my great Reward.
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• [Psa 16:8] When God Is Nigh

  When God is nigh, my faith is strong; His arm is my almighty prop: Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue; My dying flesh shall rest in hope. Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, Thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose Thy children in the grave. My flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high; Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous way Up to Thy throne above the sky. There streams of endless pleasures flow; And full discoveries of Thy grace, Which we but tasted here below, Spread heav’nly joys through all the place.

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  source: Cyberhymnal