Psalms 2:12

• [Psa 2:12] Why Did The Nations Join To Slay

  Why did the nations join to slay The Lord’s anointed Son? Why did they cast His laws away, And tread His Gospel down? The Lord, that sits above the skies, Derides their rage below; He speaks with vengeance in His eyes, And strikes their spirits through. “I call him my eternal Son, And raise Him from the dead; I make My holy hill His throne, And wide His kingdom spread. “Ask Me, My Son, and then enjoy The utmost heathen lands: Thy rod of iron shall destroy The rebel that withstands.” Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th’ anointed Lord, Adore the King of heav’nly birth, And tremble at His Word. With humble love address His throne; For if He frown, ye die: Those are secure, and those alone, Who on His grace rely.

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• [Psa 2:12] Maker And Sov’reign Lord

  Maker and sov’reign Lord Of Heav’n, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms Thy Word, And answers Thy decrees. The things so long foretold By David are fulfilled, When Jews and Gentiles join’d to slay Jesus, Thine holy Child. Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews, with one accord, Bend all their counsels to destroy Th’Anointed of the Lord? Rulers and kings agree To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powers unite Against His Christ they join. The Lord derides their rage, And will support His throne; He that hath rais’d Him from the dead Hath own’d Him for His Son. Now He’s ascended high, And asks to rule the earth; The merit of His blood He pleads, And pleads His heav’nly birth. He asks, and God bestows A large inheritance; Far as the world’s remotest ends His kingdom shall advance. The nations that rebel Must feel His iron rod; He’ll vindicate those honors well Which He receiv’d from God. Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at His throne; With trembling joy, ye people, bow To God’s exalted Son. If once His wrath arise, Ye perish on the place; Then blessèd is the soul that flies For refuge to His grace.

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Psalms 27:6

• [Psa 27:6] I Will Sing My Maker’s Praises

  I will sing my Maker’s praises and in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces of His tender love to me. Nothing else than love could move Him with such sweet and tender care Evermore to raise and bear all who try to serve and love Him. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. Yea, so dear did He esteem me that His Son he loved so well He hath given to redeem me from the quenchless flames of hell. O Thou Spring of boundless blessing, how could e’er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find though my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. All that for my soul is needful He with loving care provides, Nor of that is He unheedful which my body needs besides. When my strength cannot avail me, when my powers can do no more, Doth my God His strength outpour; in my need He doth not fail me. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. When I sleep, He still is near me, o’er me rests His guardian eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me when the morning streaks the sky. Were it not for God’s protection, had His countenance not been Here my guide, I had not seen e’er the end of my affliction. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. As a father never turneth wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, longing to be reconciled, So my many sins and errors find a tender, pardoning God, Chastening frailty with His rod, not, in vengeance, with His terrors. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. Since, then, neither change nor coldness, in my Father’s love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, as Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, that I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, love and trust Thee and obey Thee And, when this brief life is o’er, praise and love Thee evermore.

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• [Psa 27:6] Sing Always

  Sing with a tuneful spirit, Sing with a cheerful lay, Praise to thy great Creator, While on the pilgrim way. Sing when the birds are waking, Sing with the morning light; Sing in the noontide’s golden beam, Sing in the hush of night. Sing when the heart is troubled, Sing when the hours are long, Sing when the storm cloud gathers; Sweet is the voice of song. Sing when the sky is darkest, Sing when the thunders roll; Sing of a land where rest remains, Rest for the weary soul. Sing in the vale of shadows, Sing in the hour of death, And when the eyes are closing, Sing with the latest breath. Sing till the heart’s deep longings Cease on the other shore; Then with the countless numbers there, Sing on, forever more!

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  source: Cyberhymnal