Psalms 17:15

• [Psa 17:15] My Savior First Of All

  When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide, When the bright and glorious morning I shall see; I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side, And His smile will be the first to welcome me. Refrain I shall know Him, I shall know Him, And redeemed by His side I shall stand, I shall know Him, I shall know Him, By the print of the nails in His hand. Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessèd face, And the luster of His kindly beaming eye; How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love and grace, That prepare for me a mansion in the sky. Refrain Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come, And our parting at the river I recall; To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home; But I long to meet my Savior first of all. Refrain Through the gates to the city in a robe of spotless white, He will lead me where no tears will ever fall; In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight; But I long to meet my Savior first of all. Refrain

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• [Psa 17:15] Some Sweet Morn

  Some sweet morn the day will break, Nevermore to sink in night. Some sweet morn we shall awake, Mid the everlasting light. Refrain We are waiting for “the turning of the morning,” We are watching for the breaking of the dawn; Morn of morns, oh, haste thy glad appearing! Day of days, speed on, speed on, speed on! Some sweet day the end shall come To our parting and our pain, Some sweet day we’ll all go home, Nevermore to part again. Refrain Some sweet hour our mortal frame Shall His glorious image wear. Some sweet hour our worthless name All His majesty shall share. Refrain Some sweet day our tongue shall tell All the story of His love. Some sweet day our song shall swell Loud and sweet as songs above. Refrain Some sweet morn we’ll see His face, And we shall be satisfied. Some sweet day in His embrace We shall evermore abide. Refrain

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Psalms 63:2

• [Psa 63:2] O God, Thy Power Is Wonderful

  O God, Thy power is wonderful, Thy glory passing bright; Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep, A rapture to the sight. I see Thee in the eternal years In glory all alone, Ere round Thine uncreated fires Created light had shone. I see Thee walk in Eden’s shade, I see Thee all through time; Thy patience and compassion seem New attributes sublime. I see Thee when the doom is o’er, And outworn time is done, Still, still incomprehensible, O God, yet not alone. Angelic spirits, countless souls, Of Thee have drunk their fill; And to eternity will drink Thy joy and glory still. O little heart of mine! shall pain Or sorrow make thee moan, When all this God is all for thee, A Father all thine own?

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Psalms 65:11

• [Psa 65:11] Break, Newborn Year

  Break, newborn year, on glad eyes break, Melodious voices move; On, rolling time; thou canst not make The Father cease to love. The parted year had wingèd feet; The Savior still doth stay; The new year comes; but Spirit sweet, Thou goest not away. Our hearts in tears may oft run o’er; But Lord, Thy smile still beams; Our sins are swelling evermore, But pardoning grace still streams. Lord, from this year more service win, More glory, more delight: O make its hours less sad with sin, Its days with Thee more bright. Then we may bless its precious things If earthly cheer should come, Or gladsome mount on angel wings If Thou wouldst take us home. O golden then the hours must be; The year must needs be sweet; Yes, Lord, with happy melody Thine opening grace we greet.

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• [Psa 65:11] Eternal Source Of Every Joy

  Eternal source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole: The sun is taught by Thee to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. The flowery spring, at Thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer days with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, softened by Thy care, No more a face of horror wear. Seasons and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid, With opening light and evening shade. Here in Thy house shall incense rise, And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes, Still we will make Thy mercies known Around Thy board, around our own. O may our more harmonious tongue In worlds unknown pursue the song; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more!

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• [Psa 65:11] Our Festive Song

  We welcome with delight Another happy day, Our hearts like merry bells Ring out the silver lay; We catch the rosy beams Reflected from the eye Of Him Whose wonders fill the earth, Whose glory fills the sky. Refrain Another year has gone, Another year begun; To our Redeemer glory be For all His love for me. We thank His holy Name For all His tender care, We praise Him for the Sunday School, And faithful teachers there. Cold winter flies away, The blushing, fairy spring Comes tripping o’er the lees, While birds are on the wing; And now, a merry throng, We come as glad as they; Our banners waving in the air, We hail our festive day. Refrain The straight and narrow path O may we early find, And try to serve the Lord With heart, and soul, and mind; O what a happy day, And one that ne’er shall end, In that bright world where angels sing, We all with Him may spend! Refrain

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Psalms 71:8

• [Psa 71:8] Fill Thou My Life

  Fill Thou my life, O Lord my God, In every part with praise, That my whole being may proclaim Thy being and Thy ways. Not for the lip of praise alone, Nor e’en the praising heart I ask, but for a life made up Of praise in every part! Praise in the common words I speak, Life’s common looks and tones, In fellowship in hearth and board With my belovèd ones; Not in the temple crowd alone Where holy voices chime, But in the silent paths of earth, The quiet rooms of time. Fill every part of me with praise; Let all my being speak Of Thee and of Thy love, O Lord, Poor though I be, and weak. So shalt Thou, Lord, from me, e’en me, Receive the glory due; And so shall I begin on earth The song forever new. So shall each fear, each fret, each care Be turned into a song, And every winding of the way The echo shall prolong; So shall no part of day or night From sacredness be free; But all my life, in every step Be fellowship with Thee.

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