Psalms 63:4

• [Psa 63:4] Great God, Indulge My Humble Claim

  Great God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose Thy Name Stand all engaged to make me blest. Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am Thine by sacred ties; Thy son, Thy servant, bought with blood. With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For Thee I long, to Thee I look, As travelers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water brook. With early feet I love t’ appear Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face; Oft have I seen Thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace. Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste, Nor all the joys our senses know, Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise my cheerful passions so. My life itself without Thy love No taste of pleasure could afford; ’Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from the Lord. Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of Thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed. I’ll lift my hands, I’ll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.

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Psalms 69:30

• [Psa 69:30] O Lord, All Glorious, Life Of Life

  O Lord, all glorious, Life of life! To Thee we raise our grateful song; Lift up our souls from thoughts of self To Thee, to Whom all lives belong. Below all depths Thy mercy lies, Above all heights Thy love ascends; Thy providence our path surrounds, Thy watchful care each step attends. From Thee all good desires proceed, All holy thoughts we gain from Thee; The good we do is Thine alone, Thine shall our heart’s thanksgiving be.

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• [Psa 69:30] Raise The Song

  Raise the song, raise the song, sound it far and near, Let the notes of rapture swell With the joyful words they tell; Raise the song, raise the song, happy anthems bring, Telling all who hear the call, the Lord is King. Refrain Bring, merrily bring, voices and hearts to join the song, Sing, merrily sing, raising a chorus full and strong; Ring, merrily ring, echoing bells from Heaven ring! Joy we raise in a song of praise to Christ our King. Raise the song, raise the song, over land and sea, So our music may impart Joy renewed in every heart; Raise the song, raise the song, set the echoes free, Words of praise, thro’ all our days, our song shall be. Refrain Raise the song, raise the song, see the banners sway! May they ever brightly shine Glowing with a light divine; Raise the song, raise the song, joyful anthems bring, Music sweet must ever greet the Lord, our King. Refrain

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Psalms 130:5

• [Psa 130:5] My Rest

  Deep and deeper fell the shadows, Nearer seemed the golden strand, And my trusting heart was waiting, Passive in my Savior’s hands; O how brightly o’er my spirit Came a radiance from afar, Like the blush of early morning, Like the rising of a star. Refrain I was waiting, calmly waiting, Not a fear was in my breast; I had trusted my Redeemer, And in Him was now my rest. Nearer seemed the shining portals, But the Master said to me, “There are sheaves that must be garnered Ere the reaping dawns for thee; Yet I know that thou wert weary, And I bade thy heart repose By a healing stream that murmurs Where the Rose of Sharon grows.” Refrain In the silent hours of midnight, When my waking thoughts take wings, O the tranquil peace He gives me, And the hallowed songs He brings! He has crowned me with His blessing, And I now by faith can say, I am going forth with vigor, Still rejoicing on my way. Refrain

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• [Psa 130:5] My Savior, On The Word Of Truth

  My Savior, on the word of truth In earnest hope I live; I ask for all the precious things Thy boundless love can give. I look for many a lesser light About my path to shine; But chiefly long to walk with Thee, And only trust in Thine. In holy expectation held, Thy strength my heart shall stay, For Thy right hand will never let My trust be cast away. Yea, Thou hast kept me near Thy feet, In many a deadly strife, By the stronghold of hope in Thee, The hope of endless life. Thou knowest that I am not blest As Thou wouldst have me be, Till all the peace and joy of faith Possess my soul in Thee And still I seek ’mid many fears, With yearnings unexpressed, The comforts of Thy strengthening love, Thy soothing, settling rest. It is not as Thou wilt with me, Till, humbled in the dust; I know no place in all my heart Wherein to put my trust. Until I find, O Lord, in Thee, The Lowly and the Meek, That fullness which Thy own redeemed Go nowhere else to seek. Then, O my Savior, on my soul, Cast down, but not dismayed, Still be Thy chastening, healing hand In tender, mercy laid. And while I wait for all Thy joys, My yearning heart to fill, Teach me to walk and work with Thee, And at Thy feet sit still.

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