Psalms 35:9

• [Psa 35:9] Sweetest Joy The Soul Can Know

  Sweetest joy the soul can know, Fairest Light was ever shed, Who alike in joy or woe, Leavest none unvisited; Spirit of the Highest God, Lord from Whom is life bestowed, Who upholdest everything, Hear me, hear me, while I sing! For the noblest gift Thou art That a soul e’er sought or won, Have I wished Thee to my heart, Then my wishing all is done; Ah then yield Thee, nor refuse Here to dwell, for Thou didst choose This my heart, from e’en its birth, For Thy temple here on earth. Thou art shed like gentlest showers From the Father and the Son, Bringest to this earth of ours Purest blessing from their throne; Suffer then, O noble Guest, That rich gift by Thee possessed, Which Thou givest at Thy will All my soul and flesh to fill. Thou art wise, before Thee stand Hidden things unveiled to Thee, Countest up the grains of sand, Fathomest the deepest sea, And Thou knowest well how blind, Dark and crooked is my mind; Give me wisdom, in Thy light Let me please my God aright. Thou art holy, enterest in Where pure hearts Thy coming wait, But Thou fleest shame and sin, Craft and falsehood Thou dost hate; Wash me then, O Well of grace, Every stain and spot efface, Let me flee what Thou dost flee, Grant me what Thou lov’st to see. Thou art loving, hatest strife, As a lamb of patient mood, Calm through all our restless life, E’en to sinners kind and good; Grant me too this noble mind, To be calm and true and kind, Loving every friend or foe, Grieving none whom Thou dost know. Well contented is my heart, If but Thou reject me not; If but Thou wilt ne’er depart, I am blest whate’er my lot; Thine for ever make me now, And to Thee, my Lord, I vow Here and yonder to employ Every power for Thee with joy. Be my help when danger’s nigh, When I sink hold Thou me up, Be my life when I must die, In the grave be Thou my hope; Bring me when I rise again To the land that knows no pain, Where Thy followers from Thy stream Drink for ever joys supreme.

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Psalms 94:19

• [Psa 94:19] Thou Lovely Source Of True Delight

  Thou lovely Source of true delight, Whom I unseen adore; Unveil Thy beauties to my sight, That I may love Thee more. Thy glory o’er creation shines; But in Thy sacred Word, I read in fairer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord. ’Tis here, whene’er my comforts droop, And sins and sorrows rise, Thy love with cheerful beams of hope, My fainting heart supplies. Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my Light, O come with blissful ray; Break radiant through the shades of night, And chase my fears away. Then shall my soul with rapture trace The wonders of Thy love; But the full glories of Thy face Are only known above.

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• [Psa 94:19] Thought Of God, The

  One thought I have, my ample creed, So deep it is and broad, And equal to my every need— It is the thought of God. Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise, I feast at life’s full board; And rising in my inner skies Shines forth the thought of God. At night my gladness is my prayer; I drop my daily load, And every care is pillowed there Upon the thought of God. I ask not far before to see, But take in trust my road; Life, death, and immortality Are in my thought of God. To this their secret strength they owed The martyr’s path who trod; The fountains of their patience flowed From out their thought of God. Be still the light upon my way, My pilgrim staff and rod, My rest by night, my strength by day O blessèd thought of God.

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Psalms 97:1

• [Psa 97:1] Jehovah Reigns, Let Earth Be Glad

  Jehovah reigns, let earth be glad, And all the isles their joy make known; With clouds and darkness He is clad, On truth and justice rests His throne. Consuming fire destroys His foes, Around the world His lightnings blaze; The trembling earth His presence knows, The mountains melt before His gaze. The heav’ns His righteousness proclaim, Through earth His glory shines abroad; From idol worship turn with shame And bow before the living God. Thy Church rejoices to behold Thy judgments in the earth, O Lord; Thy glory to the world unfold, Supreme o’er all be Thou adored. All ye that truly love the Lord, Hate sin, for He is just and pure; To saints His help He will accord And keep them in His love secure. For good men light and joy are sown To bless them in the harvest time; Ye saints, your joy in God make known And ever praise His Name sublime.

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