Psalms 19:2

• [Psa 19:2] Once More, My Soul, The Rising Day

  Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him that rules the skies. Night unto night His Name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the Heav’n on which He sits, To turn the seasons round. ’Tis He supports my mortal frame, My tongue shall speak His praise; My sins would rouse His wrath to flame, And yet His wrath delays. On a poor worm Thy power might tread, And I could ne’er withstand; Thy justice might have crushed me dead, But mercy held Thine hand. A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun, And yet Thou length’nest out my thread, And yet my moments run. Dear God, let all my hours be Thine, Whilst I enjoy the light; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasing night.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 150:2

• [Psa 150:2] Infinite Excellence Is Thine

  Infinite excellence Is Thine Thou lovely Prince of grace! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays. Sinners from earth’s remotest end Come bending at Thy feet; To Thee their prayers and vows ascend; In Thee their wishes meet. Thy Name as precious ointment shed, Delights the church around; Sweetly the sacred odor spreads Through all Immanuel’s ground. Millions of happy spirits live On Thy exhaustless store; From Thee they all their bliss receive, And still Thou givest more. Thou are their triumph and their joy, They find their all in Thee; Thy glories will their tongues employ To all eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal