Psalms 34:18

• [Psa 34:18] Come Near Me

  Come near me, O my Savior; Thy tenderness reveal; O, let me know the sympathy Which Thou for me dost feel; I need Thee every moment; Thine absence brings dismay; But when the tempter hurls his darts, ’Twere death with Thee away. Come near me, my Redeemer, And never leave my side; My bark, when tossed on trouble’s sea, The storm cannot outride Unless the word of power Arrest the surging wave; No voice but Thine its rage can quell, No arm but Thine can save. Come near me, blessèd Jesus, I need Thee in my joy; No less than when the direst ills My happiness destroy; For when the sun shines o’er me And flowers strew the way, Without Thy wise and guiding hand More easily I stray. Be near me, mighty Savior, When comes the latest strife; For Thou hast thro’ death’s shadows passed, And oped the gates of life; And when among the ransomed I stand with crown and palm, To Thee, divine, unfailing Friend, I’ll raise eternal psalm.

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• [Psa 34:18] Lord, When We Bend Before Thy Throne

  Lord, when we bend before Thy throne, And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. Our broken spirits, pitying see; True penitence impart; And let a kindling glance from Thee Beam hope upon the heart. When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign; And not a thought our bosoms share That is not wholly Thine. Let faith each weak petition fill And waft it to the skies, And teach our hearts ’tis goodness still That grants it, or denies. When our responsive tongues essay Their grateful hymns to raise, Grant that our souls may join the lay And mount to Thee in praise. Then on Thy glories, while we dwell, Thy mercies we’ll renew, Till love divine transported tell Our God’s our Father, too.

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• [Psa 34:18] With Broken Heart And Contrite Sigh

  With broken heart and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry; Thy pard’ning grace is rich and free: O God, be merciful to me. I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt oppressed, Christ and His cross my only plea: O God, be merciful to me. Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies; But Thou dost all my anguish see: O God, be merciful to me. Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone; To Calvary alone I flee: O God, be merciful to me. And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be, God has been merciful to me.

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Psalms 119:150-151

• [Psa 119:151] O Love Divine, That Stooped To Share

  O Love divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear! On Thee we cast each earthborn care; We smile at pain while Thou art near. Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, “Thou art near!” When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us Thou art near! On Thee we fling our burdening woe, O Love divine, forever dear! Content to suffer while we know, Living and dying, Thou art near!

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