Psalms 22:16

• [Psa 22:16] O’erwhelmed In Depths Of Woe

  O’erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn, Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend; See down His face, and neck, and breast His sacred blood descend. Oh, hear that last, loud cry Which pierced His mother’s heart, As into God the Father’s hands He bade His soul depart. Earth hears, and trembling quakes Around that tree of pain; The rocks are rent; the graves are burst; The veil is rent in twain. Shall man alone be mute? Have we no griefs, or fears? Come, old and young, come, all mankind, And bathe those feet in tears. Come, fall before His cross, Who shed for us His blood, Who died, the Victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. Jesu, all praise to Thee, Our Joy and endless Rest; Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here, Our Crown amid the blest.

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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 88:9

• [Psa 88:9] Father, I Stretch My Hands To Thee

  Father, I stretch my hands to Thee, No other help I know; If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? What did Thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death! O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel Thy power; Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. Surely Thou canst not let me die; O speak, and I shall live; And here I will unwearied lie, Till Thou Thy Spirit give. Author of faith! to Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes: O let me now receive that gift! My soul without it dies. The worst of sinners would rejoice, Could they but see Thy face: O, let me hear Thy quickening voice, And taste Thy pardoning grace.

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Psalms 144:1

• [Psa 144:1] O God, The Strength Of Those Who War

  O God, the Strength of those who war, The Hope of those who wait, Be with our sons gone forth to fight, And those who keep the gate. Give to our hosts in battle’s hour Firm hearts and courage high, Thy comfort give to those who fall, Thy peace to those who die. Breathe on our land the spirit calm Which faith in right bestows, And in the hours of dark suspense A faith which stronger grows. In Thee alone we place our hope, Thou Keeper of the just, And Thou, through fight and fire and fears Wilt justify our trust. Thy ways are wonderful, O God, Who makest wars to cease: O let this be the final war That ushers in Thy peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal