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 66:19

• [Psa 66:19] God From On High Hath Heard

  God from on high hath heard; Let sighs and sorrows cease; Lo! from the opening Heav’n descends To man the promised Peace. Hark! through the silent night Angelic voices swell; Their joyful songs proclaim that “God Is born on earth to dwell.” See how the shepherd band Speed on with eager feet; Come to the hallowed cave with them The Holy Babe to greet. But, oh, what sight appears Within that lowly door! A manger, stall, and swaddling clothes, A Child and mother poor! Art Thou the Christ? the Son? The Father’s image bright? And see we Him Whose arm upholds Earth and the starry height? Yea, faith can pierce the cloud Which veils Thy glory now; We hail Thee, God, before Whose throne The angels prostrate bow. A silent Teacher, Lord, Thou bidd’st us not refuse To bear what flesh would have us shun, To shun what flesh would choose. Our sinful pride to cure With that pure love of Thine, O be Thou born within our hearts, Most Holy Child divine.

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• [Psa 66:19] My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet

  My God, is any hour so sweet From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet— The hour of prayer? Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne, The world I leave. Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiv’n; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude With hopes of Heav’n. No words can tell what sweet relief There for my every want I find, What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What peace of mind. Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in Heav’n to stay; And e’en the penitential tear Is wiped away. Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.

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