Psalms 37:16

• [Psa 37:16] Little That The Righteous Hold, A

  A little that the righteous hold Is better than the wealth untold Of many wicked men; Destroyed shall be their arm of pride, But they who in the Lord confide Shall be upholden then. He knows the days the perfect live To them a heritage will give Which ever shall abide; In evil times no shame they know, And in the days of famine’s woe They shall be satisfied. Although the wicked prospered seem, At last they vanish like a dream And perish in a day; Jehovah’s foes shall soon appear Like fields once fair, now brown and sere; Like smoke they fade away. They borrow oft and not pay back; But righteous men do nothing lack, And give with gracious hand; Those cursed by Him shall be destroyed, But such as have His grace enjoyed, They shall possess the land.

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Psalms 51:7

• [Psa 51:7] Come, Let Us To The Lord Our God

  Come, let us to the Lord our God With contrite hearts return; Our God is gracious, nor will leave The desolate to mourn. His voice commands the tempest forth And stills the stormy wave; And though His arm be strong to smite, ’Tis also strong to save. Long hath the night of sorrow reigned, The dawn shall bring us light; God shall appear, and we shall rise With gladness in His sight. Our hearts, if God we seek to know, Shall know Him, and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be, Like morning songs His voice. As dew upon the tender herb Diffusing fragrance round, As show’rs that usher in the spring, And cheer the thirsty ground. So shall His presence bless our souls, And shed a joyful light; That hallowed morn shall chase away The sorrows of the night.

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• [Psa 51:7] Fountain Of Purity

  Fountain of purity opened for sin Here may the penitent wash and be clean; Jesus, Thou blessèd Redeemer from woe, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow, whiter than snow, Wash me, Redeemer, And I shall be whiter than snow. Though I have labored again and again, All my self-cleansing is utterly vain; Jesus, Redeemer from sorrow and woe, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Cleanse Thou the thoughts of my heart, I implore, Help me Thy light to reflect more and more; Daily in loving obedience to grow, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow! nothing further I need, Christ is the Fountain; this only I plead; Jesus, my Savior, to Thee will I go, Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain

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• [Psa 51:7] Lord Will Hap­pi­ness Di­vine, The

  The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart or no? I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel; If aught is felt, ’tis only pain, To find I cannot feel. I sometimes think myself inclined To love Thee if I could; But often feel another mind, Averse to all that’s good. My best desires are faint and few, I fain would strive for more; But when I cry, “My strength renew!” Seem weaker than before. Thy saints are comforted, I know, And love Thy house of prayer; I therefore go where others go, But find no comfort there. Oh make this heart rejoice, or ache; Decide this doubt for me; And if it be not broken, break, And heal it, if it be.

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• [Psa 51:7] Old-fashioned Way, The

  They call me old-fashioned because I believe That the Bible is God’s holy Word, That Jesus, who lived among men long ago, Is divine, and the Christ of God. Refrain My sin was old-fashioned, My guilt was old-fashioned, God’s love was old-fashioned, I know; And the way I was saved was the old-fashioned way, Through the blood that makes whiter than snow. Old-fashioned, because I believe and accept Only what has been spoken from Heav’n; Old-fashioned because at the cross I was saved, At the cross had my sins forgiv’n. Refrain Old-fashioned, because I am bound to do right, To walk in the straight narrow way; Because I have given my whole life to God, Old-fashioned because I pray. Refrain Old-fashioned, because I am looking above To Jesus, my glorified Lord; Because I believe He is coming again, Fulfilling His holy Word. Refrain

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• [Psa 51:7] Whiter Than Snow

  Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want Thee forever to live in my soul. Break down every idol, cast out every foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow. Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain, Apply Thine own blood and extract ev’ry stain; To get this blest cleansing, I all things forego— Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice. I give up myself, and whatever I know, Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat, I wait, blessèd Lord, at Thy crucified feet. By faith, for my cleansing, I see Thy blood flow, Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait, Come now, and within me a new heart create; To those who have sought Thee, Thou never saidst “No,” Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Refrain The blessing by faith, I receive from above; O glory! my soul is made perfect in love; My prayer has prevailed, and this moment I know, The blood is applied, I am whiter than snow. Refrain

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Psalms 89:7

• [Psa 89:7] With Reverence Let The Saints Appear

  With reverence let the saints appear, And bow before the Lord; His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at His Word. How terrible Thy glories be! How bright Thine armies shine! Where is the power that vies with Thee, Or truth compared to Thine? The northern pole and southern rest On Thy supporting hand; Darkness and day, from east to west, Move round at Thy command. Thy words the raging winds control, And rule the boisterous deep; Thou mak’st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. Heav’n, earth, and air, and sea, are Thine, And the dark world of hell; How did Thine arm in vengeance shine When Egypt durst [did] rebel! Justice and judgment are Thy throne, Yet wondrous is Thy grace; While truth and mercy, joined in one, Invite us near Thy face.

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Psalms 119:72

• [Psa 119:72] Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly Theme

  Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme And speak some boundless thing; The mighty works, or mightier Name Of our eternal King. Tell of His wonderful faithfulness And sound His power abroad; Sing the sweet promise of His grace, The love and truth of God. [originally, And the performing God] Proclaim “salvation from the Lord For wretched, dying men”; His hand has writ the sacred Word With an immortal pen. Engraved as in eternal brass The mighty promise shines; Nor can the powers of darkness ‘rase Those everlasting lines. He that can dash whole worlds to death, And make them when He please, He speaks, and that almighty breath Fulfils His great decrees. His every word of grace is strong As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along Speaks all the promises. He said, “Let the wide heav’n be spread,” And heav’n was stretched abroad: “Abram, I’ll be thy God,” He said, And He was Abram’s God. O might I hear Thy heavenly tongue But whisper, “Thou art Mine!” Those gentle words shall raise my song To notes almost divine. How would my leaping heart rejoice, And think my heav’n secure! I trust the all creating voice, And faith desires no more.

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