Psalms 59:16

• [Psa 59:16] God Of Love And God Of Power

  God of love and God of power, Grant us in this burning hour Grace to ask these gifts of Thee, Daring hearts and spirits free. Refrain God of love and God of power, Thou hast called us for this hour. We are not the first to be Banished by our fears from Thee; Give us courage, let us hear Heaven’s trumpets ringing clear. Refrain All our lives belong to Thee, Thou our final loyalty; Slaves are we whene’er we share That devotion anywhere. Refrain God of love and God of power, Make us worthy of this hour, Offering lives if it’s Thy will, Keeping free our spirits still. Refrain

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• [Psa 59:16] Lord, While Afar Our Brothers Fight

  Lord, while afar our brothers fight, Thy Church united lifts her prayer; Be Thou their Shield by day and night; Guide, guard, and help them everywhere: O God of battles, hear our cry, And in their danger be Thou nigh. For those who, wounded in the fray, Are ling’ring still on beds of pain, Who to their loved ones far away May nevermore return again, O God of pity, hear our cry, And in their anguish be Thou nigh. For wives and mothers sore distressed, For all who wait in silent fear, For homes bereaved which gave their best, For hearts now desolate and drear, O God of comfort, hear our cry, And in the darkest hour draw nigh. Spare us, good Lord! If just the strife, Yet still from guilt we are not free; Forgive our blind and careless life, Our oft forgetfulness of Thee. O God of mercy, hear our cry, And to our contrite souls draw nigh. We bow beneath the chastening rod, To us the sin and shame belong, But Thou art righteous, Thou art God, And right shall triumph over wrong. In Thee we trust, to Thee we cry; Lord, now and ever be Thou nigh.

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• [Psa 59:16] O Thou Who Turnest Into Morning

  O Thou who turnest into morning The shadows of the passing night, Again to conscious life returning, We bless Thee for the newborn light. Grant us that light, to all unfailing Who seek to do Thy perfect will, That we, o’er doubt and fear prevailing, May trust Thy good above all ill; That we may offer Thee thanksgiving Beyond our prayers and songs that rise In greater faithfulness of living, In deeper love through sacrifice.

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Psalms 68:35

• [Psa 68:35] O God, Of All The Strength And Power

  O God, of all the strength and power, Who dost, Thyself unmoved, each hour Through all its changes guide the day From early morn to evening’s ray; Brighten life’s eventide with light That ne’er shall set in gloom of night, Till we a holy death attain And everlasting glory gain. Almighty Father, hear our cry Through Jesus Christ our Lord most high, Who with the Holy Ghost and Thee Doth live and reign eternally.

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Psalms 71:18

• [Psa 71:18] From Days Of Early Youth, O God

  From days of early youth, O God, By Thee have I been taught, And faithfully have I declared The wonders Thou hast wrought. O gracious God, forsake me not When I am old and gray, That unto those that follow me I may Thy might display. Thy perfect righteousness, O God, The height of Heav’n exceeds, O who is like to Thee, who hast Performed such mighty deeds? Thou Who hast sent me many griefs, Wilt yet my soul restore, And out of sorrow’s lowest depths Wilt bring me forth once more. O turn again and comfort me, My waning strength increase, And for Thy faithfulness, O God, My praise shall never cease. Thou Holy One of Israel, To Thee sweet songs I raise; The soul Thou hast redeemed from death Shall give Thee joyful praise. My enemies that seek my hurt Thy help has put to shame; My thankful tongue will ceaselessly Thy righteousness proclaim.

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• [Psa 71:18] O Gracious God, Forsake Me Not

  O gracious God, forsake me not, When I am old and gray, That unto those that follow me I may Thy might display. Thy perfect righteousness, O God, The height of Heav’n exceeds; O who is like to Thee, who hast Performed such mighty deeds? Thou Who hast sent me many griefs Wilt yet my soul restore, And out of sorrow’s lowest depths Wilt bring me forth once more. O turn again and comfort me, My waning strength increase, And for Thy faithfulness, O God, My praise shall never cease. Thou Holy One of Israel, To Thee sweet songs I raise; The soul Thou hast redeemed from death Shall give Thee joyful praise.

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