Psalms 49:6

• [Psa 49:6] No More, Dear Savior, Will I Boast

  No more, dear Savior, will I boast Of beauty, wealth, or loud applause, The world has all its glories lost, Amid the triumphs of the cross. In every feature of Thy face Beauty her fairest charms displays; Truth, wisdom, majesty, and grace, Shine thence in sweetly mingled rays. Thy wealth the pow’r of thought transcends, ’Tis vast, immense, and all divine; Thy empire, Lord, o’er all extends— The sun, the moon, the stars are Thine. Yet, oh how marvelous the sight! I see Thee on a cross expire; Thy Godhead veiled in sable night, And angels from the scene retire.

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Psalms 149:2

• [Psa 149:2] All The Happy Children

  All the happy children, gladly join our song, Rising to the Father, in a chorus strong. Birds are brightly singing, leaves are opening wide, Flower bells are ringing forth on every side. Refrain All the happy children, gladly join our song, Rising to the Father, in a chorus strong. See the sky above us, spread so warm and blue, So God’s love is reaching over me and you. Father, dear we thank Thee for long summer days, For the birds and flowers, for the grassy ways. Refrain All the happy children thank Thee, Father dear, For this day for children out of all the year. We will still remember we are Thine alone; He Who made the summer made us every one. Refrain

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• [Psa 149:2] Praise Ye Jehovah (taylor)

  Praise ye Jehovah, praise the Lord most holy, Who cheers the contrite, girds with strength the weak; Praise Him Who will with glory crown the lowly, And with salvation beautify the meek. Refrain Praise Him for His constant care, His ever present love; Praise Him, for He hears our prayer, And answers from above. Praise God the Father, praise the ever blessèd Son, Praise God the Spirit, praise the Three in One. Praise ye the Lord for all His loving kindness, And all the tender mercies He hath shown; Praise Him Who pardons all our sin and blindness, And calls us sons, and takes us for His own. Refrain Praise ye Jehovah! source of every blessing— Before His gifts earth’s richest boons are dim; Resting in Him, His peace and joy possessing, All things are ours, for we have all in Him. Refrain Praise ye the Father! God the Lord Who gave us, With full and perfect love His only Son; Praise ye the Son Who died Himself to save us! Praise ye the Spirit! praise the Three in One! Refrain

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• [Psa 149:2] When The King Shall Come!

  Oh, the weary night is waning, And the clouds are rolling by; See, the long expected morning Now is dawning in the sky; When from Zion’s lofty mountain We shall hear the watchmen cry, And rejoicing we shall gather When the King shall come. Refrain O Zion! O Zion! Great will be Thy triumph When the King shall come; O Zion! O Zion! Thou shalt be exalted When the King shall come. When the ransomed of Jehovah, From the East and from the West, Shall return with joy and gladness, To receive the promised rest— Then shall every tribe and nation Out of every land be blessed, And rejoicing they shall gather When the King shall come. Refrain May He find us, when He cometh, Faithful watchers, day and night, At our royal post of duty, With our armor shining bright; May our lamps be trimmed and burning With a clear and steady light, That rejoicing we may gather When the King shall come. Refrain

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Psalms 149:5

• [Psa 149:5] All Ye That Love The Lord, Rejoice

  All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders show. The Jews, the people of His grace, Shall their Redeemer sing; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Sion owns her King. The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn; The meek that lie despised in dust Salvation shall adorn. Saints should be joyful in their King, E’en on a dying bed; And like the souls in glory sing; For God shall raise the dead. Then His high praise shall fill their tongues Their hands shall wield the sword; And vengeance shall attend their songs, The vengeance of the Lord. When Christ the judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepared for all His friends Who humbly loved Him here. Then shall they rule with iron rod Nations that dared rebel; And join the sentence of their God On tyrants doomed to hell. The royal sinners bound in chains New triumphs shall afford: Such honor for the saints remains: Praise ye, and love the Lord!

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• [Psa 149:5] Saints Of God! Lo, Jesu’s People

  Saints of God! Lo, Jesu’s people Age to age your glory tell; In His Name for us ye labored, Now in bless eternal dwell. Twelve poor men, by Christ anointed, Braved the rich, the wise, the great, All the world counts dear rejecting, Rapt in their apostolate. Thus the earth their death-wounds purchased, Hallowed by the blood therefrom, On her bosom bore the nations, Laved, illumined—Christendom. On this feast, almighty Father, May we praise Thee with the Son, Evermore His love confessing, Who from Both with Both is One.

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• [Psa 149:5] There Is Glory In My Soul

  Since I lost my sins and I found my Savior, There is glory in my soul! Since by faith I sought and obtained God’s favor, There is glory in my soul! Refrain There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! Ev’ry day brighter grows, And I conquer all my foes; There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! There is glory in my soul! Since He cleansed my heart, gave me sight for blindness, There is glory in my soul! Since He touched and healed me in loving kindness There is glory in my soul! Refrain Since with God I’ve walked, having sweet communion, There is glory in my soul! Brighter grows each day in this heav’nly union, There is glory in my soul! Refrain Since I entered Canaan on my way to Heaven, There is glory in my soul! Since the day my life to the Lord was given, There is glory in my soul! Refrain

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• [Psa 149:5] There Is A Happy Land

  There is a happy land, far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweetly sing, worthy is our Savior King, Loud let His praises ring, praise, praise for aye. Come to that happy land, come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand, why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, when from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee, blest, blest for aye. Bright, in that happy land, beams every eye; Kept by a Father’s hand, love cannot die. Oh, then to glory run; be a crown and kingdom won; And, bright, above the sun, we reign for aye.

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