Psalms 25:1

• [Psa 25:1] I Lift My Soul To God

  I lift my soul to God, My trust is in His Name: Let not my foes that seek my blood Still triumph in my shame. Sin, and the powers of hell, Persuade me to despair: Lord, make me know Thy covenant well, That I may ’scape the snare. From the first dawning light Till the dark evening rise, For Thy salvation, Lord, I wait With ever longing eyes. Remember all Thy grace, And lead me in Thy truth; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth. The Lord is just and kind, The meek shall learn His ways, And every humble sinner find The methods of His grace. For His own goodness’ sake He saves my soul from shame: He pardons, though my guilt be great, Through my Redeemer’s Name.

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• [Psa 25:1] Lord, I Lift My Soul To Thee

  Lord, I lift my soul to Thee, O my God, I trust Thy might; Let not foes exult o’er me, Shame me not before their sight. Yea, may none be put to shame, None who wait for Thee to bless, But dishonored be their name Who without a cause transgress. Lord, to me Thy ways make known, Guide in truth and teach Thou me; Thou my Savior art alone, All the day I wait for Thee. Lord, remember in Thy love All Thy mercies manifold, Tender mercies from above, Changeless from the days of old. Sins of youth remember not, Nor my trespasses record; Let not mercy be forgot, For Thy goodness’ sake, O Lord. Just and good the Lord abides, He His way will sinners show, He the meek in justice guides, Making them His way to know.

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Psalms 38:22

• [Psa 38:22] Help Me, O Lord

  Help me, O Lord, the God of my salvation; I have no hope, no refuge but in Thee; Help me to make this perfect consecration, In life or death Thine evermore to be. Help me, O Lord, to keep my pledge unbroken; Guard Thou my ways, my thoughts, my tongue, my heart; Help me to trust the word which Thou hast spoken, That from Thy paths my feet may ne’er depart. Help me, O Lord, when sore temptations press me; O lift the clouds that hide Thee from my sight; Help me, O Lord, when anxious cares distress me, To look beyond, where all is calm and bright. Help me, O Lord, my strength is only weakness; Thine, Thine the power by which alone I live; Help me each day, to bear the cross with meekness, Till Thou at last the promised crown shalt give.

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Psalms 102:12

• [Psa 102:12] Thou, O Lord, Art God Alone

  Thou, O Lord, art God alone, Everlasting is Thy throne; Through the ages men shall sing Praise of Heav’n’s eternal King. Thou, enthroned above the skies, Wilt for Zion’s help arise: Let Thy grace to her appear, For the promised time is near. If with love compassionate We, Thy servants, mourn her state, Wilt not Thou, O gracious Lord, Help in Zion’s need afford? Lord, Thy glory shall appear, Kings and nations then shall fear; And Thy Name shall be adored When Thy Zion is restored. This all ages shall record For the glory of the Lord; Thou dost hear the humble prayer, For the helpless Thou dost care. Thou eternal art, and great, Heav’n and earth Thou didst create, Heav’n and earth shall pass away, Changeless Thou shalt live for aye. As one lays a garment by, Thou wilt change the starry sky Like a vesture worn and old; But Thy years shall ne’er be told. Thou wilt make Thy servants’ race Ever live before Thy face, And forever at Thy side Children’s children shall abide.

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Psalms 146:1

• [Psa 146:1] Hallelujah, Praise Jehovah (1)

  Hallelujah, praise Jehovah, O my soul, Jehovah praise; I will sing the glorious praises Of my God through all my days. Put no confidence in princes, Nor for help on man depend; He shall die, to dust returning, And his purposes shall end. Happy is the man that chooses Israel’s God to be his aid; He is blest whose hope of blessing On the Lord his God is stayed. Heaven and earth the Lord created, Seas and all that they contain; He delivers from oppression, Righteousness He will maintain. Food He daily gives the hungry, Sets the mourning prisoner free, Raises those bowed down with anguish, Makes the sightless eyes to see. Well Jehovah loves the righteous, And the stranger He befriends, Helps the fatherless and widow, Judgment on the wicked sends. Hallelujah, praise Jehovah, O my soul, Jehovah praise; I will sing the glorious praises Of my God through all my days. Over all God reigns forever, Through all ages He is King; Unto Him, thy God, O Zion, Joyful hallelujahs sing.

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• [Psa 146:1] I’ll Praise My Maker

  I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel’s God: He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th’oppressed, He feeds the poor, And none shall find His promise vain. The Lord has eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the labr’ing conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the pris’ner sweet release. He loves His saints, He knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise Him in everlasting strains. I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

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• [Psa 146:1] It Is Well With My Soul

  When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul. Refrain It is well, with my soul, It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well, with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. Refrain My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! Refrain For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: If Jordan above me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. Refrain But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord! Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul! Refrain And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul. Refrain

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• [Psa 146:1] My Soul, Inspired With Sacred Love

  My soul, inspired with sacred love, The Lord thy God delight to praise; His gifts I will for Him improve, To Him devote my happy days; To Him my thanks and praises give, And only for His glory live. Long as my God shall lend me breath, My every pulse shall beat for Him; And when my voice is lost in death, My spirit shall resume the theme. The gracious theme, for ever new, Through all eternity pursue. Soon as the breath of man expires, Again he to his earth shall turn; Where then are all his vain desires, His love and hate, esteem and scorn? All, all at that last gasp are o’er, He falls to rise on earth no more. He, then, is blest, and only he, Whose hope is in the Lord his God, Who can to Him for succor flee, That spread the earth and Heaven abroad; That still the universe sustains, And Lord of His creation reigns. True to His everlasting Word, He loves the injured to redress: Poor helpless souls the bounteous Lord Relieves, and fills with plenteousness: He sets the mournful prisoners free, He bids the blind their Savior see. The Lord thy God, O Sion, reigns, Supreme in mercy as in power, The endless theme of heavenly strains, When time and death shall be no more: And all eternity shall prove Too short to utter all His love.

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• [Psa 146:1] Praise Thou The Lord, O My Soul

  Praise thou the Lord, O my soul, sing praises, Praise Him from morn till fall of night. While o’er my life His strong arm He raises, I shall sing thanks to God, my Light. Who life and soul hath given me, Be magnified eternally. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Sing, all ye nations, exalt the glory Of Him Whose arm doth valiantly All that hath life and breath, tell the story In accent strong, with voices free. Ye servants of the Triune God, Father and Son and Spirit laud! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise thou the Lord, O my soul, now praise Him, His praise continue until death; While I the pathways of earth am treading God shall be praised with every breath. My soul and body He did give, And waits my praise from morn till eve. O praise the Lord, O praise the Lord! Happy, yea, happy are they forever, Whose help the God of Jacob is, Who hath created the earth and heaven, The sea and all that therein is. Let all the world His praises sing, Who life and health to all doth bring. O praise the Lord, O praise the Lord! If there are any who are oppressèd, He worketh justice in the tide; Food for the hungry, forlorn, distressed, The Lord in season doth provide; Those bound in chains He maketh free, His lovingkindness they shall see, O praise the Lord, O praise the Lord! Praise, O ye people, the Name most glorious Of Him Who reigns Almighty King. Let all unite in one holy chorus To God our hymns of joy to bring. O Zion, with the heavenly host, Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost, O praise the Lord, O praise the Lord!

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• [Psa 146:1] Praise Ye The Lord, My Heart Shall Join

  Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine; Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel’s God; He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train, And none shall find His promise vain. His truth forever stands secure; He saves th’ oppressed, He feeds the poor; He sends the laboring conscience peace, And grants the prisoner sweet release. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. He loves his saints, He knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns; Praise Him in everlasting strains.

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  source: Cyberhymnal