Psalms 119:29-30

• [Psa 119:30] Christ In His Word Draws Near

  Christ in His Word draws near; Hush, moaning voice of fear, He bids thee cease; With songs sincere and sweet Let us arise, and meet Him Who comes forth to greet Our souls with peace. Rising above thy care, Meet Him as in the air, O weary heart; Put on joy’s sacred dress; Lo, as He comes to bless, Quite from thy weariness Set free thou art. For works of love and praise He brings thee summer days, Warm days and bright; Winter is past and gone, Now He, salvation’s Sun, Shineth on every one With mercy’s light. From the bright sky above, Clad in His robes of love, ’Tis He, our Lord! Dim earth itself grows clear As His light draweth near; O let us hush and hear His holy Word.

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• [Psa 119:30] Give Me The Bible

  Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming, To cheer the wand’rer lone and tempest tossed; No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming, Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost. Refrain Give me the Bible, holy message shining; Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way; Precept and promise, law and love combining, Till night shall vanish in eternal day. Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken, When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear; Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken, Hold up faith’s lamp to show my Savior near. Refrain Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten, Teach me the danger of these realms below; That lamp of safety o’er the gloom shall brighten, That light alone the path of peace can show. Refrain Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal, Hold up that splendor by the open grave; Show me the light from Heaven’s shining portal, Show me the glory gilding Jordan’s wave. Refrain

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• [Psa 119:30] Voice Of God’s Creation Found Me, The

  The Voice of God’s Creation found me Perplexed midst hope and fear, For though His sunshine flashed around me, His storms at times drew near: And I said— Oh! that I knew where He abideth! For doubts beset our lot, And lo! His glorious face He hideth, And men perceive it not! The Voice of God’s Protection told me He loveth all He made; I seemed to feel His arms enfold me, And yet was half afraid: And I said— Oh! that I knew where I might find Him! His eye would guide me right: He leaveth countless tracks behind Him, Yet passeth out of sight. The Voice of Conscience sounded nearer, It stirred my inmost breast; But though its tones were firmer, clearer, ’Twas not the voice of rest: And I said— Oh! that I knew if He forgiveth! My soul is faint within, Because in grievous fear it liveth Of wages due to sin. It was the Voice of Revelation That met my utmost need; The wondrous message of salvation Was joy and peace indeed: And I said— Oh! how I love the sacred pages From which such tidings flow, As monarchs, patriarchs, poets, sages, Have longed in vain to know! For now is life a lucid story, And death a rest in Him, And all is bathed in light and glory That once was dark or dim: And I said— O Thou Who dost my soul deliver, And all its hopes uplift; Give me a tongue praise the Giver, A heart to prize the gift.

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Psalms 119:35

• [Psa 119:35] Father, Make Us Loving

  Father, make us loving, gentle, thoughtful, kind; Fill us with Thy Spirit, make us of Thy mind. Help us love each other, more and more each day, Help us follow Jesus, in the narrow way. Refrain We would learn of Jesus, Help us here below, Follow in His footsteps, Who hath loved us so. Father, we would ever, live as in Thy sight; Thou dost know our longings after what is right. Fill our hearts with kindness as we onward go, Teach us to be loving, Thou hast loved us so. Refrain Help us to remember, Thou art ever near; Teach us lovingkindness, tenderness and cheer. There is much of sorrow, in this world below; Father, make us loving, Thou hast loved us so. Refrain

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• [Psa 119:35] Lord, Not For Light In Darkness

  Lord, not for light in darkness do we pray, Not that the veil be lifted from our eyes, Not that the slow ascension of our day Be otherwise. We know the paths wherein our feet should press, Across our hearts are written Thy decrees; Yet now O Lord, be merciful to bless, With more than these. Grant us the will to fashion as we feel; Grant us the strength to labor as we know; Grant us the purpose, ribbed and edged with steel, To strike the blow. Knowledge we ask not, knowledge Thou hast lent, But Lord, the will, there lies our bitter need; Give us to build above the deep intent The deed, the deed.

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  source: Cyberhymnal