Psalms 46:10

• [Psa 46:10] Be Still, My Soul

  Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side. Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain. Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change, He faithful will remain. Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake To guide the future, as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below. Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart, And all is darkened in the vale of tears, Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears. Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay From His own fullness all He takes away. Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord. When disappointment, grief and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored. Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last. Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high; Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways, So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye. Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.

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• [Psa 46:10] Evensong Is Hushed In Silence

  Evensong is hushed in silence, And the hour of rest is nigh; Strengthen us for work tomorrow, Jesus, Son of God most high! Thou who in the village workshop, Fashioning the yoke and plough, Didst eat bread of daily labor, Succor them that labor now. Refrain We are weary of life-long toil, Of sorrow, and pain, and sin; But there is a City with streets of gold, And all is peace within. How are we to reach that City, Whose delights no tongue may tell? By the faith that looks to Jesus, By a life of doing well. Sinful men and sinful women, He will wash our sins away; He will take us to the sheepfold Whence no sheep can ever stray Refrain There the dear ones who have left us We shall some day meet again; There will be no bitter partings, No more sorrow, death or pain. Evensong has closed in silence, And the hour of rest is nigh; Lighten Thou our darkness, Jesus, Savior, Son of God most high! Refrain

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• [Psa 46:10] Lord Is In His Holy Place, The

  The Lord is in His holy place, Let all the earth be still; Be still and know that He is God, And wait to do His will. We need a sacred watchfulness, An earnest deep desire for grace, Our lives with true content to fill. So hear and heed His faithful Word, And trust His promise long, For they who seek Him life shall find, And shall in Him be strong; We need a perfect faith in Him, With understanding never dim, To fill our daily lives with song.

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Psalms 47:1

• [Psa 47:1] All Nations, Clap Your Hands

  All nations, clap your hands, Let shouts of triumph ring, For mighty over all the lands The Lord Most High is King. Above our mighty foes He gave us power to stand, And as our heritage He chose The goodly promised land. With shouts ascends our King, With trumpet’s stirring call; Praise God, praise God, His praises sing, For God is Lord of all. O sing in joyful strains, And make His glory known; God over all the nations reigns, And holy is His throne. Our fathers’ God to own The kings of earth draw nigh, For none can save but God alone, He is the Lord Most High.

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• [Psa 47:1] Clap Your Hands, Ye People All

  Clap your hands, ye people all, Praise the God on Whom ye call; Lift your voice, and shout His praise, Triumph in His sovereign grace! Glorious is the Lord most High, Terrible in majesty; He His sovereign sway maintains, King o’er all the earth He reigns. Jesus is gone up on high, Takes His seat above the sky: Shout the angel-choirs aloud, Echoing to the trump of God. Sons of earth, the triumph join, Praise Him with the host divine; Emulate the heavenly powers, Their victorious Lord is ours. Shout the God enthroned above, Trumpet forth His conquering love; Praises to our Jesus sing, Praises to our glorious King! Power is all to Jesus given, Power o’er hell, and earth, and Heav’n! Power He now to us imparts; Praise Him with believing hearts. Wonderful in saving power, Him let all our hearts adore; Earth and Heav’n repeat the cry, “Glory be to God most High!”

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• [Psa 47:1] Hark! The Sounds Of Singing

  Hark! the sounds of singing Coming on the breeze, Notes of triumph winging Over lands and seas. Martial hosts assemble, Flushed with victory, Hell’s battalions tremble And prepare to flee. Refrain Army of salvation! Army of the Lord! Christ our Inspiration Christ our great Reward. Whence have come these legions, Valiant, free and strong? Worldwide are the regions Where they combat wrong. Gathering ’neath our banner While the trumpets blend, Here in fervent manner Let our praise ascend. Refrain Plucked as brands from burning, Saved by Jesus’ might, Earth’s allurement spurning, We for Christ will fight. He Who found and freed us From our captive chain, Surely He will lead us To eternal gain. Refrain Wondrous, wondrous story Of our God-made host, Unto Jesus glory ’Tis in Him we boast. Out of every nation, By His might restored, Army of salvation, Army of the Lord. Refrain

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• [Psa 47:1] O For A Shout Of Sacred Joy

  O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sov’reign King! Let ev’ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. Jesus our God ascends on high, His heav’nly guards around Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpets’ joyful sound. While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth His honors sing; O’er all the earth He reigns. Rehearse His praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song, Nor mock Him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. In Isr’el stood His ancient throne, He lov’d that chosen race; But now He calls the world His own, And heathens taste His grace. The British islands are the Lord’s, There Abraham’s God is known; While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before His throne.

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• [Psa 47:1] Rejoice Ye People, Homage Give

  Rejoice, ye people, homage give, To God with voice of triumph sing; He ruleth in dread majesty, The great, the universal King. He putteth nations under us And maketh us triumphant stand; He giveth for our heritage His promised rest, a goodly land. God hath ascended with a shout, Jehovah with the trumpet’s sound; Sing praise to God our King, sing praise, Yes, let His glorious praise abound. Our God is King of all the earth, With thoughtful heart His praise make known; O’er all the nations God doth reign, Exalted on His holy throne. To praise and serve our cov’nant God The princes of the earth draw nigh; All kingly pow’rs belong to Him, He is exalted, God most high.

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• [Psa 47:1] Shout Of Mighty Triumph, A

  A shout of mighty triumph Through nature’s realm is heard, A shout which calls creation To hail th’Incarnate Word. Away with clouds and darkness! All hail, thrice blessèd morn; Sing out with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! Is this, ye holy shepherds, The mighty newborn King? This Child, so sweet and gentle, Can He such rapture bring? O yes! He comes, the Savior Of sinful earth forlorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! The cruel, cruel foeman This Child shall overthrow; Full soon, the fierce destroyer, His Lord’s stern might shall know: Of all his boasted power Soon to be roughly shorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! But say, sweet virgin mother, The Child upon thy breast, Will He receive young children, And share with them His rest? O yes! He will with glory Both old and young adorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! Rejoice then, youths and maidens, Old men and children, too; Lift up your cheerful voices, With bliss and rapture true! Ring out, ye towers and steeples! Blow, trumpet, pipe and horn! Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born!

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Psalms 49:1

• [Psa 49:1] Hear This, All Ye Peo­ple, Hear

  Hear this, all ye people, hear, Earth’s inhabitants, give ear; All of high and low degree, Rich and poor, give heed to me. Truth with all my heart I seek, And my mouth shall wisdom speak; Hearken while in lyric strain I make hidden wisdom plain. Why should I to fear give way When I see the evil day, When with wickedness my foes Shall surround me and oppose? They that trust in treasured gold, Though they boast of wealth untold, None can bid his brother live, None to God a ransom give. If from death one would be free And corruption never see, Costly is life’s ransom price, Far beyond all sacrifice.

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Psalms 96:13

• [Psa 96:13] Come In, Thou Blessed, Honored Lord

  Come in, Thou blessèd, honored Lord! By earth, by Heav’n, by all, adored! We hail Thee, welcome! Take Thy throne, and in Thy Zion reign alone. Our only Lord and God Thou art! Reign Thou the Sovereign of our hearts, Thou King of glory ever blest, By angels and by men confessed. Thy Church now enter, Lord divine; And be the kingdom ever Thine; We hail Thee welcome to Thy seat, And lay our honors at Thy feet. O happy Church, thy bliss how great; The King, in all His heav’nly state, With thee forever will reside: Thy Husband He and thou the bride. O Lord! our grateful hearts rejoice, Since Thou hast made our souls Thy choice; While here our songs to Thee shall rise, And join the chorus of the skies.

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Psalms 106:47

• [Psa 106:47] God Of The Nations, Who From Dawn Of Days

  God of the nations, who from dawn of days, Hast led Thy people in their widening ways, Through Whose deep purpose stranger thousands stand Here in the borders of our promised land. Thine ancient might rebuked the Pharaoh’s boast Thou wast the shield for Israel’s marching host, And, all the ages through, past crumbling throne And broken fetter, Thou hast brought Thine own. Thy hand has led across the hungry sea The eager peoples flocking to be free, And, from the breeds of earth, Thy silent sway Fashions the nation of the broadening day. Then, for Thy grace to grow in brotherhood, For hearts aflame to serve Thy destined good, For faith, and will to win what faith shall see, God of Thy people, hear us cry to Thee.

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Psalms 126:2

• [Psa 126:2] Singing All The Time

  I feel like singing all the time, My tears are wiped away; For Jesus is a friend of mine, I’ll serve Him every day. Refrain I’m singing, singing, Singing all the time; Singing, singing, Singing all the time. When on the cross my Lord I saw, Nailed there by sins of mine; Fast fell the burning tears; but now, I’m singing all the time. Refrain When fierce temptations try my heart, I sing, Jesus is mine; And so, though tears at times may start, I’m singing all the time. Refrain The wondrous story of the Lamb, Tell with that voice of thine, Till others, with the glad new song Go singing all the time. Refrain

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