Psalms 37:21

• [Psa 37:21] Good Man’s Steps Are Led Aright, The

  The good man’s steps are led aright, His way is pleasing in God’s sight, Established it shall stand; He shall not perish though he fall, The mighty Lord, who rules o’er all, Upholds him with His hand. Though I am old who young have been, No saint have I forsaken seen, Nor yet his home in need; He ever leads in gracious ways, His life true charity displays, His sons are blest indeed. Depart from evil, do thou well, And evermore securely dwell; Jehovah loves the right. His faithfulness His saints have proved, Forever they shall stand unmoved, But sinners God will smite. The righteous, through His fav’ring hand, Shall yet inherit all the land And dwell therein for aye; He talks of wisdom and of right, In God’s pure law is his delight, His steps go not astray. The wicked, watching for their prey, Desire the righteous man to slay, But God is on his side; He will not leave him in their hands Nor count him guilty when he stands In judgment to be tried. Wait on the Lord and keep His way; He will exalt thee, nor delay To give the land to thee; And when the wicked are cut off, The wicked who against thee scoff, Their judgment thou shalt see. The wicked in great power are seen, Like spreading tree with foliage green That grows in native ground. I looked again, they were no more; I sought the men so proud before, But they could not be found. Mark thou the upright day by day, Behold the perfect in his way, His journey ends in peace. Destroyed at once shall rebels be; Cut off from all posterity, Their very name shall cease. Salvation is from God alone, Whom as their covert saints have known When by sore troubles tried; The Lord, who helped in troubles past, Will save them to the very last, For they in Him abide.

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Psalms 82:2

• [Psa 82:2] There Where The Judges Gather

  There where the judges gather A Greater takes His seat; “How long,” He asks the judges, “Will ye pronounce deceit? How long respect the persons Of them of ill repute? How long neglect the orphaned, The poor and destitute? “Deal justly with the needy, Protect the fatherless, Deliver the afflicted From those who would distress. But you are wholly blinded, You do not understand; Therefore foundations totter, Injustice rocks the land.” He speaks, “I named you rulers, Sons of the Most High God, But you shall die as mortals, And perish by My rod.” Arise, Thou God of judgment, Thy sovereignty make known; For Thine shall be the nations, The peoples Thou shalt own.

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• [Psa 82:2] Where’er His Creatures Gather

  Where’er His creatures gather, The unseen God is near; Let rulers fear their Ruler, Their Judge let judges fear. How long, ye earthly judges, Will ye pervert the right? How long shall wicked persons Have favor in your sight? Do justice for the helpless, The orphan’s cause maintain. Defend the poor and needy, Oppressed and wronged for gain. When rulers walk in darkness, When judges truth forsake, The cornerstones are crumbled, The firm foundations shake. The most high God has called you And set you up on high, But ye to Him must answer, For ye like men must die. Arise, O God eternal, Thou Judge of all the earth, Through all Thy ransomed nations Send now Thy justice forth.

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Psalms 86:5

• [Psa 86:5] How Oft, Alas!

  How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord, How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of His Word. Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return”; Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn; O take the wanderer home. And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardoned rebel live To speak Thy wondrous love? Almighty grace, thy healing power How glorious, how divine! That can to bliss and life restore So vile a heart as mine. Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Savior, I adore; O keep me at Thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more.

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• [Psa 86:5] Wilt Thou Forgive?

  Wilt Thou forgive that sin, by man begun, Which was my sin though it were done before? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. I have a sin of fear, that when I’ve spun My last thread, I shall perish on the shore; But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son Shall shine, as He shines now and heretofore: And, having done that, Thou hast done: I fear no more.

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