Psalms 18:49

• [Psa 18:49] I Will Ever Sing Thy Praises

  I will ever sing Thy praises, Mighty God and gracious King; Loud my heart its tribute raises, And to Thee my psalms I sing; Thou art King of all creation, Every land and every nation; “Thousand, thousand thanks to Thee, Mighty God,” my song shall be! All the people shall proclaim Thee, Sing Thy praise from shore to shore; Every human heart shall name Thee, God and King forevermore; On Thy throne in heaven vaulted, In Thy majesty exalted, “Thousand, thousand thanks to Thee, Mighty God,” my song shall be! When at last my feet have found Thee, When at last I am Thy own; When the ransomed hosts surround Thee, On Thy great eternal throne; When in yonder land of glory Angels tell redemption’s story, “Thousand, thousand thanks to Thee, Mighty God,” my song shall be!

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Psalms 50:5

• [Psa 50:5] When Saints Gather Round Thee

  When saints gather round Thee, dear Savior, above, And hasten to crown Thee with jewels of love, Amid those bright mansions of glory so fair— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. When those who have labored and struggled to save Their loved ones from sorrow beyond the dark grave, Are bringing the treasures they gathered with care— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. When life’s dreary billows are spent on the shore Beyond the dark river, and time is no more, When bright palms of glory the victors shall bear— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there. And when in bright garments Thy children shall stand, A crown on each forehead, a harp in each hand, And sing of the joys Thou hast gone to prepare— Oh, grant, dearest Savior, that I may be there.

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Psalms 62:8

• [Psa 62:8] Trust The Eternal

  Trust the Eternal, when the shadows gather, When joys of daylight seem so like a dream; God the unchanging, pities like a father: Trust on and wait, the daystar yet shall gleam. Trust the Eternal, for the clouds that vanish No more can move the mountains from their base Than sin’s illusive wreaths of mist can banish Light from His throne or loving from His Face. Trust the Eternal, repent in meekness Of that heart’s pride which frowns and will not yield, Then to thy child-heart shall come strength in weakness, And thine immortal life shall be revealed.

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Psalms 90:2

• [Psa 90:2] Ere Mountains Reared Their Forms Sublime

  Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Or Heav’n and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting Thou art God. A thousand ages, in their flight, With Thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to Thy sight At once their various scenes display. But our brief life’s a shadowy dream, A passing thought that soon is o’er, That fades with morning’s earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. To us, O Lord, the wisdom give Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with Thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end.

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• [Psa 90:2] Have Mercy On Us, God Most High

  Have mercy on us, God most high, Who lift our hearts to Thee; Have mercy on us worms of earth, Most holy Trinity. Most ancient of all mysteries! Before Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity. When heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown, Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty, Didst live and love alone. Thou wert not born; there was no fount From which Thy Being flowed; There is no end which Thou canst reach; But Thou art simply God. How wonderful creation is, The work that Thou didst bless; And oh, what then must Thou be like, Eternal Loveliness! How beautiful the angels are, The saints how bright in bliss; But with Thy beauty, Lord, compared, How dull, how poor is this. O listen, then, most pitiful, To Thy poor creature’s heart: It blesses Thee that Thou art God; That Thou art what Thou art. Most ancient of all mysteries! Still at Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity.

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• [Psa 90:2] Through Every Age, Eternal God

  Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was Thy throne ere Heav’n was made, Or earth Thy humble footstool laid. Long hadst Thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned to a man; And long Thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, Return, ye sinners, to your dust. A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in Thine account; Like yesterday’s departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour. Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. But O how oft Thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead. Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee.

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Psalms 95:6

• [Psa 95:6] Brethren, We Have Met To Worship

  Brethren, we have met to worship and adore the Lord our God; Will you pray with all your power, while we try to preach the Word? All is vain unless the Spirit of the Holy One comes down; Brethren, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around. Brethren, see poor sinners round you slumbering on the brink of woe; Death is coming, hell is moving, can you bear to let them go? See our fathers and our mothers, and our children sinking down; Brethren, pray and holy manna will be showered all around. Sisters, will you join and help us? Moses’ sister aided him; Will you help the trembling mourners who are struggling hard with sin? Tell them all about the Savior, tell them that He will be found; Sisters, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around. Is there here a trembling jailer, seeking grace, and filled with tears? Is there here a weeping Mary, pouring forth a flood of tears? Brethren, join your cries to help them; sisters, let your prayers abound; Pray, Oh pray that holy manna may be scattered all around. Let us love our God supremely, let us love each other, too; Let us love and pray for sinners, till our God makes all things new. Then He’ll call us home to Heaven, at His table we’ll sit down; Christ will gird Himself and serve us with sweet manna all around.

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• [Psa 95:6] Father, In Whom We Live

  Father, in Whom we live, in Whom we are and move, The glory, power and praise receive for Thy creating love. Let all the angel throng give thanks to God on high, While earth repeats the joyful song and echoes to the sky. Incarnate Deity, let all the ransomed race Render in thanks their lives to Thee for Thy redeeming grace. The grace to sinners showed ye heavenly choirs proclaim, And cry “Salvation to our God, salvation to the Lamb!” Spirit of Holiness, let all Thy saints adore Thy sacred energy, and bless Thine heart renewing power. Not angel tongues can tell Thy love’s ecstatic height, The glorious joy unspeakable the beatific sight. Eternal, Triune God, let all the hosts above, Let all on earth below record and dwell upon Thy love. When heaven and earth are fled before Thy glorious face, Sing all the saints Thy love hath made Thine everlasting praise.

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• [Psa 95:6] We Now Have Met To Worship Thee

  We now have met to worship Thee, And glorify Thy Name, dear Lord; Help every one attentive be, And heed the teaching of Thy Word. Fill every heart with love divine, Teach every tongue Thy praise to sing. Refrain Help each to say, Lord, we are Thine, And all we have to Thee we bring. That when our bodies turn to dust, Our souls in Heav’n be glorified. Assist thy servant to proclaim The Gospel message plain and pure, That all who hear accept the same, And make in Thee salvation sure. In Thee alone help us to trust, And in Thy love and laws abide, Refrain

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Psalms 98:6

• [Psa 98:6] Above The Clear Blue Sky

  Above the clear blue sky, In Heaven’s bright abode, The angel host on high Sing praises to their God; Alleluia! They love to sing Alleluia! They love to sing To God their King Alleluia! But God from infant tongues On earth receiveth praise; We then our cheerful songs In sweet accord will raise: Alleluia! We too will sing Alleluia! We too will sing To God our King Alleluia! O blessèd Lord, Thy truth To all Thy flock impart, And teach us in our youth To know Thee as Thou art. Alleluia! Then shall we sing Alleluia! Then shall we sing To God our King Alleluia! O, may Thy holy Word Spread all the world around! And all with one accord Uplift the joyful sound: Alleluia! All then shall sing Alleluia! All then shall sing To God their King Alleluia!

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• [Psa 98:6] Above Yon Clear Blue Sky

  Above yon clear blue sky, Beyond our feeble sight, The God of glory dwells on high In everlasting light. Around His glorious throne The holy angels stand; In songs of praise their King they own, Or fly at His command. And we may praise Him, too, And serve Him here below; He stoops to mark what children do, Their inmost thoughts to know; And though He reigns above, Where angels ceaseless praise, He will accept our humble love, And lead us in His ways. O may we humbly seek To do His holy will, And try, with thankful hearts and meek, To sing His praises still; And then for Jesus’ sake, Who came for us to die, Our happy spirits He will take To praise Him in the sky.

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