Psalms 37:1-6

• [Psa 37:1] Fret Not Thyself

  Fret not thyself, nor envious be, When wicked workers thou shalt see, Who prosper in their way; For like the grass they perish soon, And, like the herb cut down at noon, They wither in a day. Trust in the Lord and still do well, Within the land securely dwell, Feed on His faithfulness; Delight thee also in the Lord, And to thy heart He will accord The good it would possess. Yea, to the Lord thy way is known; Confide in Him Who on the throne Abides in power divine; Thy righteousness He shall display; Resplendent as the light of day, It shall unclouded shine. Rest in the Lord and be thou still, With patience wait His holy will, Enduring to the end. Fret not though sinners’ gains increase; Forsake thy wrath, from anger cease; It will to evil tend. The evil-doer soon shall die, But those that on the Lord rely Shall all the land obtain. A little while and thou shalt see That wicked man cut off shall be, They shall be sought in vain. Yea, thou shalt soon consider well The place where they were wont to dwell, And it shall not be found; But saints shall all the land possess, And find delight and happiness Where fruits of peace abound. The vile may plot against the just Who in the Lord Jehovah trust, But God will scorn them all; The Lord their coming day shall see, When broken all their power shall be, And ruin on them fall.

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• [Psa 37:1] Why Should I Vex My Soul?

  Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great By violence and lies? As flowery grass, cut down at noon, Before the evening fades, So shall their glories vanish soon In everlasting shades. Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practice all that’s good; So shall I dwell among the just, And He’ll provide me food. I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait His will; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfill. Mine innocence shalt Thou display, And make Thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of Heav’n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv’n. Rest in the Lord, and keep His way, Nor let your anger rise, Though Providence should long delay To punish haughty vice. Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for He sees Their day of vengeance come. They have drawn out the threatening sword, Have bent the murderous bow, To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts, Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts.

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• [Psa 37:3] Put Thou Thy Trust In God

  Put thou thy trust in God, In duty’s path go on; Walk in His strength with faith and hope, So shall thy work be done. Commit thy ways to Him, Thy works into His hands, And rest on His unchanging Word, Who Heav’n and earth commands. Though years on years roll on, His cov’nant shall endure; Though clouds and darkness hide His path, The promised grace is sure. Give to the winds Thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. Through waves, and clouds, and storms, His power will clear thy way; Wait thou His time, the darkest night Shall end in brightest day. Leave to His sovereign sway To choose and to command; So shalt thou, wond’ring, own His way, How wise, how strong His hand.

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• [Psa 37:4] O Lord, I Will Delight In Thee

  O Lord, I will delight in Thee And on Thy care depend, To Thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only Friend. When all created streams are dried, Thy fullness is the same; May I with this be satisfied And glory in Thy Name. No good in creatures can be found But may be found in Thee; I must have all things and abound While God is God to me. O Lord, I cast my care on Thee, I triumph and adore; Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please Thee more.

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• [Psa 37:5] Commit Thou All Thy Griefs

  Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure truth and tender care, Who heaven and earth commands. Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey, He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way. Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; Fix on His work thy steadfast eye So shall thy work be done. No profit canst thou gain By self consuming care; To Him commend thy cause, His ear Attends the softest prayer. Thy everlasting truth, Father, Thy ceaseless love, Sees all Thy children’s wants, and knows What best for each will prove. Thou everywhere hast sway, And all things serve Thy might; Thy every act pure blessing is, Thy path unsullied light. When Thou arisest, Lord, What shall Thy work withstand? Whate’er Thy children want, Thou giv’st; And who shall stay Thy hand?

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• [Psa 37:5] Commit Whatever Grieves Thee

  Commit whatever grieves thee Into the gracious hands Of Him Who never leaves thee, Who Heav’n and earth commands. Who points the clouds their courses, Whom winds and waves obey, He will direct thy footsteps And find for thee a way. On Him place Thy reliance If thou wouldst be secure; His work thou must consider If thine is to endure. By anxious sighs and grieving And self tormenting care God is not moved to giving; All must be gained by prayer. Thy truth and grace, O Father, Most surely surely see and know Both what is good and evil For mortal man below. According to Thy counsel Thou wilt Thy work pursue; And what Thy wisdom chooseth Thy might will always do. Thy hand is never shortened, All things must serve Thy might; Thine every act is blessing, Thy path is purest light. Thy work no man can hinder, Thy purpose none can stay, Since Thou to bless Thy children Wilt always find a way. Though all the powers of evil The will of God oppose, His purpose will not falter, His pleasure onward goes. Whate’er God’s will resolveth, Whatever He intends, Will always be accomplished True to His aims and ends. Then hope, my feeble spirit, And be thou undismayed; God helps in every trial And makes thee unafraid. Await His time with patience, Then shall thine eyes behold The sun of joy and gladness His brightest beams unfold. Arise, my soul, and banish Thy anguish and thy care. Away with thoughts that sadden And heart and mind ensnare! Thou art not lord and master Of thine own destiny; Enthroned in highest Heaven, God rules in equity. Leave all to His direction; In wisdom He doth reign, And in a way most wondrous His course He will maintain. Soon He, His promise keeping, With wonder-working skill Shall put away the sorrows That now thy spirit fill. A while His consolation He may to thee deny, And seem as though in trial He far from thee would fly; A while distress and anguish May compass thee around, Nor to thy supplication An answering voice be found. But if thou perseverest, Thou shalt deliverance find. Behold, all unexpected He will thy soul unbind And from the heavy burden Thy heart will soon set free; And thou wilt see the blessing He had in mind for thee. O faithful child of Heaven, How blessèd shalt thou be! With songs of glad thanksgiving A crown awaiteth thee. Into thy hand thy Maker Will give the victor’s palm, And thou to thy Deliverer Shalt sing a joyous psalm Give, Lord, this consummation To all our heart’s distress; Our hands, our feet, e’er strengthen, In death our spirits bless. Thy truth and thy protection Grant evermore, we pray, And in celestial glory Shall end our destined way.

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  source: Cyberhymnal