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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 65:9

• [Psa 65:9] Fountain Of Mercies, God Of Love

  Fountain of mercy, God of love, Whose gifts all creatures share, The rolling seasons as they move Proclaim Thy constant care. When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness marked its secret birth, And sent the early rain. The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine, The seasons knew Thy call; Thou mad’st the summer sun to shine, The summer dews to fall. The gifts of mercy from above Matured the swelling grain; And now the harvest crowns Thy love, And plenty fills this plain. O ne’er may our forgetful hearts O’erlook Thy bounteous care, But what our Father’s hand imparts Still own in praise and prayer. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

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Psalms 138:2

• [Psa 138:2] To Thy Temple Holy

  To Thy temple holy, come we now with praise; Thou, the meek and lowly, guide us to Thy ways; To Thy courts ascending, though unworthy we; Let our worship, blending, swell Thy harmony. Not with ostentation, not with proud acclaim, Come we, Lord and Master, to extol Thy Name; But with Christly spirit, humble and sincere, Pleading but Thy merit, we Thy Name revere. For Thy Holy Spirit earnestly we plead, Visit us, bestowing grace for all our need, Sanctify our worship to Thy glory, Lord; Grant us spirits eager to receive Thy Word. To Thy temple holy, come we now with praise; Thou, the meek and lowly, guide us to Thy ways; So shall we, renewing every solemn vow, Live for larger service if Thou bless us now.

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  source: Cyberhymnal