Psalms 34:1
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[Psa 34:1] At All Times Praise The Lord
At all times praise the Lord;
His promises are sure;
What if thou doubt? His steadfast Word
Unchanging shall endure.
Praise Him when skies are bright,
And gladness fills thy days;
Heav’n shames thee with its glorious light,
And calls thee to His praise.Praise Him when clouds are dark;
True faith waits not to prove;
Tho’ hope no bright’ning gleam may mark,
His meaning still is love.
Praise Him when drear and lone
The shadows ’round thee fall,
No eye upon Thy sins but One—
Fear not, He pardons all.Praise Him when home is sweet,
As tho’ we ne’er should part;
But pray—while kindred spirits meet—
Pray for a thoughtful heart.
Praise Him when far away
On mountain or on sea;
Each place is home to them who pray;
The Father guardeth thee.Praise Him when joyful songs
The saints on earth unite,
In sacred chorus, with the throngs
Of angels in the height.
At all times praise the Lord;
His promises are sure;
Fear not, doubt not; His steadfast Word
Unchanging shall endure.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 34:1] I’ll Bless The Lord From Day To Day
I’ll bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all His ways!
Ye humble souls that use to pray,
Come, help my lips to praise.Sing to the honor of His Name,
How a poor sufferer cried,
Nor was his hope exposed to shame,
Nor was his suit denied.When threatening sorrows round me stood,
And endless fears arose,
Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes;I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenced all my fears.O sinners, come and taste His love,
Come, learn His pleasant ways;
And let your own experience prove
The sweetness of His grace.He bids His angels pitch their tents
Round where His children dwell;
What ills their heav’nly care prevents
No earthly tongue can tell.O love the Lord, ye saints of His;
His eye regards the just:
How richly blessed their portion is
Who make the Lord their trust!Young lions, pinched with hunger, roar
And famish in the wood;
But God supplies His holy poor
With every needful good.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 34:1] Lord I Will At All Times Bless, The
The Lord I will at all times bless,
My mouth His praises shall express;
In Him shall all my boasting be,
While all the meek rejoice with me.O magnify the Lord with me,
Let us to praise His Name agree;
I sought the Lord, He answered me,
And from my fears he set me free.Who look to Him shall walk in light,
With joy their faces shall be bright;
Distressed, they cried; the Lord arose
And saved them out of all their woes.Around His saints as watch and ward
Encamps the angel of the Lord;
That God is good, O taste and see,
Who trusts in Him shall blessèd be.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 34:1] My Song Shall Be Of Jesus
My song shall be of Jesus;
His mercy crowns my days,
He fills my cup with blessings,
And tunes my heart to praise;
My song shall be of Jesus,
The precious Lamb of God;
Who gave Himself my ransom,
And bought me with His blood.My song shall be of Jesus;
When, sitting at His feet,
I call to mind His goodness,
In meditation sweet;
My song shall be of Jesus,
Whatever ill betide;
I’ll sing the grace that saves me,
And keeps me at His side.My song shall be of Jesus,
While pressing on my way
To reach the blissful region
Of pure and perfect day.
And when my soul shall enter
The gate of Eden fair,
A song of praise to Jesus
I’ll sing forever there.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 34:1] My Song Shall Bless The Lord Of All
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee, Savior, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.Without beginning, or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence.As much, when in the manger laid,
Almighty Ruler of the sky;
As when the six days’ works He made,
Filled all the morning-stars with joy.Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is His dearest claim;
That gracious sound well-pleased He hears,
And owns Emmanuel for His name.A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well-placed hopes with joy I see;
My bosom glows with heav’nly zeal
To worship Him Who died for me.As man, He pities my complaint,
His pow’r and truth are all divine;
He will not fail, He cannot faint,
Salvation’s sure, and must be mine.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 34:1] Sing Praise To Jesus
Wake the joyful, joyful lay,
Sing praise to Jesus;
With the merry birds today,
Sing praise to Jesus.
Gather now a grateful throng,
Let our school be full of song,
Heart and voice the strain prolong,
Sing praise to Jesus.Teachers, help us, every one,
Sing praise to Jesus;
For the work that grace has done,
Sing praise to Jesus.
For His all protecting care,
For the comforts that we share,
For a world like ours so fair,
Sing praise to Jesus.For the school we love so dear,
Sing praise to Jesus;
For the friends that meet us here,
Sing praise to Jesus;
For the blessings He bestows,
For His love that freely flows,
For this hour of calm repose,
Sing praise to Jesus.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 34:1] We Give Immortal Praise
We give immortal praise
To God the Father’s love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above;
He sent His own eternal Son,
To die for sins that man had done.To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with His blood
From everlasting woe:
And now He lives, and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all His pains.To God the Spirit’s Name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live;
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.Almighty God, to Thee
Be endless honors done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails, with all her powers,
There faith prevails, and love adores.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 38:1
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[Psa 38:1] Amidst Thy Wrath Remember Love
Amidst Thy wrath remember love,
Restore Thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a Father’s chastening prove
Like an avenger’s sword.Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely pressed;
Between the sorrow and the smart,
My spirit finds no rest.My sins a heavy load appear,
And o’er my head are gone;
Too heavy they for me to bear,
Too hard for me t’atone.My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day,
Beneath my Father’s frown.Lord, I am weak and broken sore,
None of my powers are whole:
The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul.All my desire to Thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh, and every groan,
Is noticed by Thine ear.Thou art my God, my only hope;
My God will hear my cry;
My God will bear my spirit up,
When Satan bids me die.My foot is ever apt to slide,
My foes rejoice to see’t;
They raise their pleasure and their pride
When they supplant my feet.But I’ll confess my guilt to Thee,
And grieve for all my sin;
I’ll mourn how weak my graces be,
And beg support divine.My God, forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation, haste,
Before Thy servant die.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 38:1] In Thy Wrath And Hot Displeasure
In Thy wrath and hot displeasure,
Chasten not Thy servant, Lord;
Let Thy mercy, without measure,
Help and peace to me afford.Heavy is my tribulation,
Sore my punishment has been;
Broken by Thine indignation,
I am troubled by my sin.With my burden of transgression
Heavy laden, overborne,
Humbled low I make confession,
For my folly now I mourn.Weak and wounded, I implore Thee:
Lord, to me Thy mercy show;
All my prayer is now before Thee,
All my trouble Thou dost know.Darkness gathers, foes assail me.
But I answer not a word;
All my friends desert and fail me,
Only Thou my cry hast heard.Lord, in Thee I am confiding;
Thou wilt answer when I call,
Lest my foes, the good deriding,
Triumph in Thy servant’s fall.I am prone to halt and stumble,
Grief and sorrow dwell within,
Shame and guilt my spirit humble,
I am sorry for my sin.Foes about my soul are closing,
Full of hatred, false and strong;
Choosing good, I find opposing
All who love and do the wrong.Lord, my God, do not forsake me,
Let me know that Thou art near,
Under Thy protection take me,
As my Savior now appear.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 44:1
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[Psa 44:1] O God, We Have Heard
O God, we have heard, and our fathers have told
What wonders Thou didst in the great days of old;
The nations were crushed and expelled by Thy hand,
Cast out that Thy people might dwell in their land.They gained not the land by the edge of the sword,
Their own arm to them could no safety afford,
But Thy right hand saved, and the light of Thy face,
Because of Thy favor and wonderful grace.Command, and Thy word shall deliverance bring,
O God, to Thy chosen, for Thou art our King;
Through Thee we will surely defeat all our foes,
Through Thy Name will triumph o’er those that oppose.No trust will I place in my strength to defend.
Nor yet on my sword as a safeguard depend;
In Thee, who hast saved us and put them to shame,
We boast all the day, ever praising Thy Name.Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts;
No more to the field dost Thou go with our hosts;
Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay,
And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey.Like sheep to the slaughter Thy people are given,
Dispersed through the nations, afar we are driven;
Thou sellest Thy people to strangers for naught,
Their price to Thy treasure no increase has brought.Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride,
And those that are near us to scoff and deride;
A byword the nations have made of our name,
With scorn and derision they put us to shame.Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace,
And covered am I with confusion of face;
The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear,
The foe and avenger against me appear.All this have we suffered, and never forgot
To serve Thee, Jehovah, nor falsely have wrought;
Our heart is not turned, and our steps have not strayed,
Though crushed amid ruins and under death’s shade.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 44:1] O Lord, Our Fathers Oft Have Told
O Lord, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days performed,
And in more ancient years.’Twas not their courage, or their sword,
To them salvation gave;
’Twas not their number or their strength
That did their country save.But Thy right hand, Thy powerful arm,
Whose succor they implored—
Thy providence protected them,
Who Thy great Name adored.As Thee their God our fathers owned
So Thou art still our King;
O therefore as Thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.To Thee the glory we ascribe,
From Whom salvation came;
In God, our Shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless Thy Name.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 44:1] Our Nation, God, Its Heart To Thee Upraiseth
Our nation, God, its heart to Thee upraiseth,
O Lord, the nation bows before Thy face:
With high thanksgiving, Thee Thy glad church praiseth,
Our strength Thy Spir’t, our trust and hope Thy grace.Unto great honor, glory undeservèd,
Hast Thou exalted us, and drawn Thee nigh:
Nor, from Thy judgments, when our feet had swervèd,
Didst Thou forsake, nor leave us, Lord most high.In Thee our fathers trusted, and were savèd,
In Thee destroyèd thrones of tyrants proud:
From ancient bondage freed the poor enslavèd;
To sow Thy truth poured out their saintly blood.Us now, we pray, O God, in anger scorn not,
Nor to vainglorying leave, nor brutish sense
In time of trouble Thy face from us turn not,
Who art our Rock, our stately sure defense.Unto our minds give freedom and uprightness;
Let strengthened courage lead o’er land and wave,
To our souls’ armor grant celestial brightness,
Joy to our hearts, and faith beyond the grave.Our plenteous nation still in power extending,
Increase our joy, uphold us by Thy Word:
Beauty and wisdom all our ways attending,
Good will to man and peace through Christ our Lord.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 44:1] Praise To Our God, Whose Bounteous Hand
Praise to our God, whose bounteous hand
Prepared of old our glorious land;
A garden fenced with silver sea;
A people prosperous, strong, and free.Praise to our God; through all our past
His mighty arm hath held us fast;
Till wars and perils, toils and tears,
Have brought the rich and peaceful years.Praise to our God; the vine He set
Within our coasts is fruitful yet;
On many a shore her offshoots grow;
’Neath many a sun her clusters glow.Praise to our God; His power alone
Can keep unmoved our ancient throne,
Sustained by counsels wise and just,
And guarded by a people’s trust.Praise to our God; Who still forbears
Who still this sinful nation spares,
Who calls us still to seek His face,
And lengthens out our day of grace.Praise to our God; through chastenings stern
Our evil dross should thoroughly burn,
His rod and staff, from age to age,
Shall rule and guide His heritage!Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 53:1
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[Psa 53:1] Fools In Their Heart Have Said
Fools in their heart have said,
There is no God of might;
Corrupt are they and base their deeds,
In evil they delight.God looked from Heav’n above
On all the human race
To see if any understood,
If any sought His face.They all are gone aside,
Corruption doth abound;
There is not one that doeth good,
Not even one is found.These men of evil deeds
Will they no knowledge gain,
Who feed upon my people’s woes
And prayer to God disdain?The day is drawing nigh
When they shall fear and quail
For God shall scatter and destroy
Those who His saints assail.Yea, God will put to shame
And make them flee away,
For He will cast them off in wrath
And fill them with dismay.O would that Zion’s help
Were out of Zion come!
O would that God might early bring
His captive people home!When God from distant lands
His exiled ones shall bring,
His people shall exultant be,
And gladly they shall sing.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 55:1
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[Psa 55:1] Jehovah, To My Prayer Give Ear
Jehovah, to my prayer give ear,
Nor hide Thee from my cry;
Attend my sad complaint, and hear
My restless moan and sigh.
My enemies lift up their voice,
The violent oppress;
To do me wrong my foes rejoice,
And love my soul’s distress.Sore pained in heart I find no ease,
Death’s terrors fill my soul,
Great fear and trembling on me seize,
And horrors o’er me roll.
O had I wings, I sigh and say,
Like some swift dove to roam,
Then I would hasten far away
And a find a peaceful home.Lo, wandering far, my rest would be
In some lone desert waste;
I from the stormy wind would flee,
And to a shelter haste.
O Lord, their malice recompense
Their wicked tongues confound,
For in the city violence
And bitter strife abound.They walk her walls both night and day,
Within all vices meet;
Oppression, fraud and crime hold sway,
Nor leave the crowded street.
No foreign foe provokes alarm,
But enemies within;
May God destroy their power to harm
And recompense their sin.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 55:1] O God, Give Thou Ear To My Plea
O God, give Thou ear to my plea,
And hide not Thyself from my cry;
O hearken and answer Thou me,
As restless and weary I sigh.O that I had wings like a dove,
For then I would fly far away
And seek for the rest that I love,
Where trouble no more could dismay.Nay, soul, call on God all the day;
The Lord for thy help will appear;
At eve, morn, and noon humbly pray,
And He thy petition will hear.Thy burden now cast on the Lord,
And He shall thy weakness sustain;
The righteous who trust in His Word
Unmoved shall forever remain.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 84:1
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[Psa 84:1] How Dear To Me, O Lord Of Hosts
How dear to me, O Lord of Hosts,
The place where Thou dost dwell;
The tabernacles of Thy grace
In pleasantness excel.My spirit longs, yea, even faints,
Thy sacred courts to see;
My thirsting heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for Thee.Beneath Thy care the sparrow finds
A place of peaceful rest;
Where she may safely lay her young
The swallow finds a nest.Then, Lord of Hosts, my King, my God,
Thy love will shelter me;
Beneath Thy altar’s peaceful shade
My dwelling place shall be.Blest they who dwell within Thy house,
Their perfect strength Thou art;
Their joyful praise shall never cease,
Thy ways are in their heart.Their tears of grief, like early rain,
Sweet springs of joy shall fill;
With strength renewed they journey safe
To Zion’s holy hill.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 84:1] How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings Fair
How lovely are Thy dwellings fair,
O Lord of hosts; how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are
Where Thou dost dwell so near!Happy, who in Thy house reside,
Where Thee they ever praise!
Happy, whose strength in Thee doth bide,
And in their hearts Thy ways!They journey on from strength to strength
With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our God at length
In Zion doth appear.Lord God of hosts that reign’st on high,
That man is truly blest
Who only on Thee doth rely,
And in Thee only rest.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 84:1] How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place
How lovely is Thy dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts to me!
The tabernacles of Thy grace
How pleasant, Lord, they be!My thirsty soul longs ardently,
Yes, faints Thy courts to see;
My very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for Thee.Behold the sparrow findeth out
A house wherein to rest;
The swallow also, for herself,
Provided hath a nest.Ee’n Thine own altars, where she safe
Her young ones forth may bring,
O Thou, almighty Lord of hosts,
Who art my God and King.Blest are they in Thy house that dwell,
They ever give Thee praise,
Blest is the man whose strength Thou art,
In whose heart are Thy ways.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 84:1] Lord Of The Worlds Above
Lord of the worlds above, how pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are!
To Thine abode, my heart aspires with warm desires
To see my God.The sparrow for her young with pleasure seeks a nest,
And wand’ring swallows long to find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints With equal zeal to rise and dwell
Among thy saints.O happy souls that pray where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay their constant service there!
They praise Thee still; and happy they that love the way
To Zion’s hill.They go from strength to strength, through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length, till each in heaven appears;
O glorious seat, when God, our King, shall thither bring
Our willing feet!To spend one sacred day where God and saints abide,
Affords diviner joy than thousand days beside:
Where God resorts, I love it more to keep the door
Than shine in courts.God is our Sun and Shield, our Light and our Defense;
With gifts His hands are filled; we draw our blessings thence.
He shall bestow on Jacob’s race peculiar grace
And glory too.The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls:
Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, whose spirit trusts
Alone in Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 84:1] O God Of Hosts, The Mighty Lord
O God of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place
Where Thou, enthroned in glory, show’st,
The brightness of Thy face.O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they
Who in Thy temple always dwell,
And there Thy praise display.Thrice happy they whose choice has Thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to Thy dwelling lead.For in Thy courts one single day
’Tis better to attend,
Than, Lord, in any place besides
A thousand days to spend.For God, who is our Sun and Shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will He withhold
From them that justly live.Thou God, whom heav’nly host obey,
How highly blest is he
Whose hope and trust, securely placed,
Is still reposed on Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 84:1] O Lord Of Hosts, How Lovely
O Lord of hosts, how lovely the place where Thou dost dwell!
Thy tabernacles holy in pleasantness excel.
My soul is longing, fainting, Jehovah’s courts to see;
My heart and flesh are crying, O living God for Thee.Behold the sparrow findeth a house in which to rest,
The swallow has discovered where she may build her nest;
And where, securely sheltered, her young she forth may bring;
So Lord of hosts, Thine altars I seek, my God, my King.Blest who Thy house inhabit, they ever give Thee praise.
Blest all whom Thou dost strengthen, who love the sacred ways.
Who pass through Baca’s valley, and make in it a well;
There rains in shower abundant the pools with water fill.So they from strength unwearied go forward unto strength,
Till they appear in Zion, before the Lord at length.
O hear, Lord God of Jacob, to me an answer yield;
The face of Thine anointed, behold, O God, our Shield.One day excels a thousand, if spent Thy courts within;
I’ll chose Thy threshold rather than dwell in tents of sin.
Our Sun and Shield Jehovah, will grace and glory give;
No good will He deny them that uprightly do live.Play source: Cyberhymnal
