Psalms 25:8-12

• [Psa 25:11] My Sins, My Sins, My Savior

  My sins, my sins, my Savior! They take such hold on me, I am not able to look up, Save only, Christ, on Thee; In Thee is all forgiveness, In Thee abundant grace, My shadow and my sunshine The brightness of Thy face. My sins, my sins, my Savior! How sad on Thee they fall; Seen through Thy gentle patience, I tenfold feel them all; I know they are forgiven, But still, their pain to me Is all the grief and anguish They laid, my Lord, on Thee. My sins, my sins, my Savior! Their guilt I never knew Till with Thee in the desert I near Thy passion drew; Till with Thee in the garden I heard Thy pleading prayer, And saw the sweat-drops bloody That told Thy sorrow there. Therefore my songs, my Savior, E’en in this time of woe, Shall tell of all Thy goodness To suff’ring man below; Thy goodness and Thy favor, Whose presence from above Rejoice those hearts, my Savior, That live in Thee and love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 25:12] Where Shall The Man Be Found?

  Where shall the man be found That fears t’offend his God? That loves the Gospel’s joyful sound, And trembles at the rod? The Lord shall make him know The secrets of His heart, The wonders of His covenant show, And all His love impart. The dealings of His hand Are truth and mercy still With such as to His cov’nant stand, And love to do His will. Their souls shall dwell at ease Before their Maker’s face; Their seed shall taste the promises In their extensive grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal