Psalms 22:1

• [Psa 22:1] My God, My God, I Cry To Thee

  My God, my God, I cry to Thee; O why hast Thou forsaken me? Afar from me, Thou dost not heed, Though day and night for help I plead. But Thou art holy in Thy ways, Enthroned upon Thy people’s praise; Our fathers put their trust in Thee, Believed, and Thou didst set them free. They cried, and, trusting in Thy Name, Were saved, and were not put to shame; But in the dust mine honor lies, While all reproach and all despise. My words a cause for scorn they make, The lip they curl, the head they shake, And, mocking, bid me trust the Lord Till He salvation shall afford. My trust on Thee I learned to rest When I was on my mother’s breast; From birth Thou art my God alone, Thy care my life has ever known. O let Thy strength and presence cheer, For trouble and distress are near; Be Thou not far away from Me, I have no source of help but Thee. Unnumbered foes would do me wrong, They press about me, fierce and strong, Like beasts of prey, their rage they vent, My courage fails, my strength is spent. Down unto death Thou leadest me, Consumed by thirst and agony; With cruel hate and anger fierce My helpless hands and feet they pierce. While on my wasted form they stare, The garments torn from me they share, My shame and sorrow heeding not, And for my robe they cast the lot. O Lord, afar no longer stay; O Thou my Helper, haste, I pray; From death and evil set me free; I live, for Thou didst answer me. I live and will declare Thy fame Where brethren gather in Thy Name; Where all Thy faithful people meet, I will Thy worthy praise repeat.

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• [Psa 22:1] Now Let Our Mournful Songs Record

  Now let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When He complained in tears and blood, As one forsaken of his God. The Jews beheld Him thus forlorn, And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn: “He rescued others from the grave; Now let him try himself to save. “This is the man did once pretend God was his Father and his Friend; If God the blessèd loved him so, Why doth He fail to help him now?” Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left Him in their power. They wound His head, His hands, His feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot His garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which He died. But God, the Father, heard His cry; Raised from the dead, He reigns on high; The nations learn His righteousness, And humble sinners taste His grace.

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• [Psa 22:1] O God, My God, Wherefore Dost Thou

  O God, my God, wherefore dost Thou Forsake me utterly? And helpest not when I do make My great complaint and cry? To Thee, my God, e’en all day long I do both cry and call; I cease not all the night, and yet Thou hearest not at all. But Thou that in Thy holy place For evermore dost dwell; Thou art the joy, the comfort, and Glory of Israel: And Him in Whom our fathers old Had all their hope and stay; Who, when they put their trust in Thee, Delivered’st them alway. They were preservèd ever when They called upon Thy Name; And for the faith they had in Thee, They were not put to shame. But I am now become more like A worm than to a man, An outcast, whom the people scorn With all the spite they can. All men despise as they behold Me walking on the way: They grin, make mouths, and nod their heads, And on this wise do say. This man did glory in the Lord, His favor and His love: Let Him redeem and help him now, His pow’r if he will prove. But from the prison of the womb I was by Thee released; Thou didst preserve me still in hope, Whilst I did suck the breast: I was committed from my birth With Thee to have abode; Since I came from my mother’s womb, Thou hast been still my God. Then, Lord, depart not now from me In this my present grief, Since I have none to be my help, My succor and relief. For many bulls do compass me, That be full strong of head; Yea, bulls so fat, as though they had In Basan field been fed. They gape upon me greedily, As though they would me slay; Much like a lion roaring out, And ramping for his prey. But I drop down like water shed, My joints in sunder break, My heart doth in my body melt Like wax, I am so weak. My strength doth like a potsherd dry, My tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws, and I am brought To dust of death at last. For many dogs do compass me, In council they do meet, Conspiring still against my life, Piercing my hands and feet. I was tormented so that I Might all my bones have told, Whilst they do look and stare at me, When they do me behold. My garments they divided have In parts among them all; And for my coat they did cast lots To whom it should befall. Therefore, I pray Thee, be not far From me at my great need, But rather, since Thou art my strength, To help me, Lord, make speed: And from the sword save Thou my soul By Thy might and Thy pow’r, And ever keep my darling dear From dogs that would devour; And from the lion’s mouth that would Me all in sunder tear; From ’midst the horns of unicorns, O Lord, Thou didst me hear. When shall I to my brethren all Thy Majesty record, And in Thy church shall praise the Name Of Thee the living Lord. All ye that fear Him, praise the Lord, Thou, Jacob, Him adore, And all ye seed of Israel, Fear Him for evermore. For He despiseth not the poor, He hideth not away His countenance when they do call, But hears them when they pray, Among the folk that fear the Lord, I will therefore proclaim Thy praise, and keep my promise made For setting forth Thy Name. The poor shall eat and be sufficed; Such as their minds do give To seek the Lord, and praise His Name, Their hearts shall ever live. The coasts of all the earth shall praise The Lord, and seek His grace; The heathen folk shall worship all Before His blessèd face. The kingdoms of the heathen folk The Lord shall have therefore; And he shall be their Governor And King for evermore. The rich men of His goodly gifts Shall taste and feed also, And in His presence worship Him, And bow their knees full low. And all that shall go down to dust, Of life by Him shall taste; A seed shall serve and worship Him, Till time away shall waste. They shall declare and plainly show His truth and righteousness, Unto a people yet unborn, Who shall His Name confess.

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• [Psa 22:1] Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?

  Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell Among Thy praising saints, Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. Our fathers trusted in Thy Name, And great deliverance found; But I’m a worm, despised of men, And trodden to the ground. Shaking the head, they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; “In vain he trusts in God,” they cry, “Neglected and forlorn.” But Thou art He Who formed my flesh By Thine almighty Word; And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord. Why will my Father hide His face, When foes stand threatning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not a helper found? Behold Thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. From earth and hell My sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail My hands, they pierce My feet, And try to vex My heart. Yet if Thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heav’nly Father bruise The Son He loves so well? My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup But I resign my will to Thee, And drink the sorrows up. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought Me down Low as the dust of death. Father, I give My Spirit up, And trust it in Thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at Thy command.

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Psalms 28:7

• [Psa 28:7] God Of Our Strength, Enthroned Above

  God of our strength, enthroned above, The source of life, the fount of love; O let devotion’s sacred flame Our souls awake to praise Thy Name. Refrain God of our strength, we wait on Thee, Our sure defense forever be. To Thee we lift our joyful eyes, To Thee on wings of faith we rise; Come Thou, and let Thy courts on earth Ring out Thy praise in holy mirth. Refrain God of our strength, from day to day Direct our thoughts and guide our way; O may our hearts united be In sweet communion, Lord, with Thee. Refrain God of our strength, on Thee we call; God of our hope, our light, our all, Thy Name we praise, Thy love adore, Our Rock, our Shield, forevermore. Refrain

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• [Psa 28:7] Song Of Praise, A

  The wondrous work the Lord has done Let every voice proclaim! And for the work of grace begun, The wondrous battle fought and won, Give glory to His Name! Refrain We pleaded for the Spirit, He came in mighty power; We pleaded for the droppings, And lo, He sent the shower! Unto the Lord doth praise belong, O tell it everywhere! Let every ransomed soul prolong The loud hosannah of the song— The Lord doth answer prayer! Refrain We’ll sing the power of Jesus’ Name, And His atoning blood; Today and evermore the same, The vilest sinner to reclaim, And bring Him back to God. Refrain Let every heart and every tongue As one united host Praise God for what His arm hath done— Praise God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost! Refrain

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• [Psa 28:7] Story Never Old, The

  The sweetest story told on earth, Or heard in Heav’n above, Is told of Jesus and His birth, Of Jesus and His love. Refrain O story never old, The sweetest ever told! Until the gates of gold swing back for me; I’ll tell it o’er and o’er, And then on yonder shore It still forevermore my song shall be. He took upon Himself the guilt Of all my sins and thine, And on the cross of Calvary He paid thy debt and mine. Refrain “There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin; He only could unlock the gate Of Heav’n and let us in.” Refrain “O dearly, dearly hath He loved And we must love Him, too, And trust in His redeeming love, And try His works to do.” Refrain

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Psalms 43:4

• [Psa 43:4] Awake, My Soul! To Sound His Praise

  Awake, my soul! to sound His praise, Awake my harp to sing; Join, all my pow’rs the song to raise, And morning incense bring. Among the people of his care, And thro’ the nations round, Glad sons of praise will I prepare, And there his name resound. Be Thou exalted, O my God! Above the starry train; Diffuse Thy heav’nly grace abroad, And teach the world Thy reign. So shall Thy chosen sons rejoice, And throng Thy courts above; While sinners hear Thy pard’ning voice, And taste redeeming love.

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Psalms 55:1

• [Psa 55:1] Jehovah, To My Prayer Give Ear

  Jehovah, to my prayer give ear, Nor hide Thee from my cry; Attend my sad complaint, and hear My restless moan and sigh. My enemies lift up their voice, The violent oppress; To do me wrong my foes rejoice, And love my soul’s distress. Sore pained in heart I find no ease, Death’s terrors fill my soul, Great fear and trembling on me seize, And horrors o’er me roll. O had I wings, I sigh and say, Like some swift dove to roam, Then I would hasten far away And a find a peaceful home. Lo, wandering far, my rest would be In some lone desert waste; I from the stormy wind would flee, And to a shelter haste. O Lord, their malice recompense Their wicked tongues confound, For in the city violence And bitter strife abound. They walk her walls both night and day, Within all vices meet; Oppression, fraud and crime hold sway, Nor leave the crowded street. No foreign foe provokes alarm, But enemies within; May God destroy their power to harm And recompense their sin.

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• [Psa 55:1] O God, Give Thou Ear To My Plea

  O God, give Thou ear to my plea, And hide not Thyself from my cry; O hearken and answer Thou me, As restless and weary I sigh. O that I had wings like a dove, For then I would fly far away And seek for the rest that I love, Where trouble no more could dismay. Nay, soul, call on God all the day; The Lord for thy help will appear; At eve, morn, and noon humbly pray, And He thy petition will hear. Thy burden now cast on the Lord, And He shall thy weakness sustain; The righteous who trust in His Word Unmoved shall forever remain.

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Psalms 59:16

• [Psa 59:16] God Of Love And God Of Power

  God of love and God of power, Grant us in this burning hour Grace to ask these gifts of Thee, Daring hearts and spirits free. Refrain God of love and God of power, Thou hast called us for this hour. We are not the first to be Banished by our fears from Thee; Give us courage, let us hear Heaven’s trumpets ringing clear. Refrain All our lives belong to Thee, Thou our final loyalty; Slaves are we whene’er we share That devotion anywhere. Refrain God of love and God of power, Make us worthy of this hour, Offering lives if it’s Thy will, Keeping free our spirits still. Refrain

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• [Psa 59:16] Lord, While Afar Our Brothers Fight

  Lord, while afar our brothers fight, Thy Church united lifts her prayer; Be Thou their Shield by day and night; Guide, guard, and help them everywhere: O God of battles, hear our cry, And in their danger be Thou nigh. For those who, wounded in the fray, Are ling’ring still on beds of pain, Who to their loved ones far away May nevermore return again, O God of pity, hear our cry, And in their anguish be Thou nigh. For wives and mothers sore distressed, For all who wait in silent fear, For homes bereaved which gave their best, For hearts now desolate and drear, O God of comfort, hear our cry, And in the darkest hour draw nigh. Spare us, good Lord! If just the strife, Yet still from guilt we are not free; Forgive our blind and careless life, Our oft forgetfulness of Thee. O God of mercy, hear our cry, And to our contrite souls draw nigh. We bow beneath the chastening rod, To us the sin and shame belong, But Thou art righteous, Thou art God, And right shall triumph over wrong. In Thee we trust, to Thee we cry; Lord, now and ever be Thou nigh.

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• [Psa 59:16] O Thou Who Turnest Into Morning

  O Thou who turnest into morning The shadows of the passing night, Again to conscious life returning, We bless Thee for the newborn light. Grant us that light, to all unfailing Who seek to do Thy perfect will, That we, o’er doubt and fear prevailing, May trust Thy good above all ill; That we may offer Thee thanksgiving Beyond our prayers and songs that rise In greater faithfulness of living, In deeper love through sacrifice.

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Psalms 84:3

• [Psa 84:3] The King’s Business

  I am a stranger here, within a foreign land; My home is far away, upon a golden strand; Ambassador to be of realms beyond the sea, I’m here on business for my King. Refrain This is the message that I bring, A message angels fain would sing: “Oh, be ye reconciled,” Thus saith my Lord and King, “Oh, be ye reconciled to God.” This is the King’s command: that all men, everywhere, Repent and turn away from sin’s seductive snare; That all who will obey, with Him shall reign for aye, And that’s my business for my King. Refrain My home is brighter far than Sharon’s rosy plain, Eternal life and joy throughout its vast domain; My Sovereign bids me tell how mortals there may dwell, And that’s my business for my King. Refrain

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Psalms 102:1

• [Psa 102:1] Lord, Hear My Prayer

  Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry Have ready access unto Thee; When in distress to Thee I fly, O hide not Thou Thy face from me. Attend, O Lord, to my desire, O haste to answer when I pray; For grief consumes my strength like fire, My days as smoke pass swift away. My heart is withered like the grass, And I forget my daily bread; In lonely grief my days I pass And sad my thoughts upon my bed. My foes reproach me all the day, My drink is tears, my bread is grief, For in Thy wrath I pine away, My days are like a fading leaf. But Thou, Jehovah, shalt endure, Thy throne forever is the same; And to all generations sure Shall be Thy great memorial Name. The time for Zion’s help is near, The time appointed in Thy love; O let Thy gracious aid appear, Look Thou in mercy from above. O Lord, regard the prayer of those Who love the walls of Zion well, Whose hearts are heavy for her woes, Who sad amid her ruins dwell. Thy power and glory shall appear, And Zion’s walls shall be restored; Then all the kings of earth shall fear And heathen nations serve the Lord. The Lord, exalted on His throne, Looked down from Heav’n with pitying eye To still the lowly captive’s moan And save His people doomed to die. All men in Zion shall declare His gracious Name with one accord, When kings and nations gather there To serve and worship God the Lord.

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