Psalms 29:2

• [Psa 29:2] Down At The Cross

  Down at the cross where my Savior died, Down where for cleansing from sin I cried, There to my heart was the blood applied; Glory to His Name! Refrain Glory to His Name, glory to His Name: There to my heart was the blood applied; Glory to His Name! I am so wondrously saved from sin, Jesus so sweetly abides within; There at the cross where He took me in; Glory to His Name! Refrain Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin, I am so glad I have entered in; There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean; Glory to His Name! Refrain Come to this fountain so rich and sweet, Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet; Plunge in today, and be made complete; Glory to His Name! Refrain

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• [Psa 29:2] Glory To The Father Give

  Glory to the Father give, God in Whom we move and live; Children’s prayers He deigns to hear, Children’s songs delight His ear. Glory to the Son we bring, Christ our Prophet, Priest and King; Children, raise your sweetest strain To the Lamb, for He was slain. Glory to the Holy Ghost, Who reclaims the sinner lost; Children’s minds may He inspire, Touch their tongues with holy fire. Glory in the highest be To the blessèd Trinity, For the Gospel from above, For the word that God is love.

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• [Psa 29:2] Worship The Lord In The Beauty Of Holiness

  Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness, Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim; Gold of obedience and incense of lowliness, Bring and adore Him—the Lord is His Name. Low at His feet lay Thy burden of carefulness, High on His heart He will bear it for thee; Comfort thy sorrows and answer thy prayerfulness, Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be. Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine; Truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness, These are the offerings to lay on His shrine. These though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness, He will accept for the Name that is dear, Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness, Trust for our trembling, and hope for our fear.

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Psalms 145:12

• [Psa 145:12] Ye Sons Of Men, With Joy Record

  Ye sons of men, with joy record The various wonders of the Lord; And let His power and goodness sound Through all your tribes the earth around. Let the high heavens your songs invite; Those spacious fields of brilliant light, Where sun and moon and planets roll, And stars that glow from pole to pole. See earth in verdant robes arrayed, Its herbs and flowers, its fruit and shade; View the broad sea’s majestic plains, And think how wide its Maker reigns. But O that brighter world above, Where lives and reigns Incarnate Love! God’s only Son in flesh arrayed, For man a bleeding Victim made. Thither, my soul, with rapture soar: There in the land of praise adore: This theme demands an angel’s lay, Demands an undeclining day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal