Psalms 39:1
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[Psa 39:1] With Firm Resolve I Held My Peace
With firm resolve I held my peace
And spake not either bad or good,
Lest I should utter sinful thoughts
While wicked men before me stood.While I was dumb my grief was stirred,
My heart grew hot with thought suppressed;
The while I mused the fire increased,
Then to the Lord I made request.Make me, O Lord, to know my end,
Teach me the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am
And turn from pride and sinful ways.My time is nothing in Thy sight,
Behold, my days are but a span;
Yea, truly, at his best estate,
A breath, a fleeting breath, is man.Man’s life is passed in vain desire
If troubled years be spent for gain;
He knows not whose his wealth shall be,
And all his toil is but in vain.And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
I have no hope except in Thee;
Let not ungodly men reproach,
From all transgressions set me free.Because Thou didst it I was dumb,
I spoke no word of rash complaint;
Remove Thy stroke away from me,
Beneath Thy chastisement I faint.When Thou for his iniquity
Rebukest and correctest man,
His beauty is consumed away;
How weak his strength, how vain his plan.Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry;
I weep; be Thou my Comforter.
I am a stranger here below,
A pilgrim as my fathers were.O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath,
Deal gently with me, I implore,
That I may yet recover strength
Ere I go hence and be no more.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 45:1
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[Psa 45:1] Goodly Theme Is Mine, A
A goodly theme is mine,
And eagerly I sing;
For bounteous words flow from my lips
As I salute the King.
Supremely fair He is,
In beauty peerless He;
For Him the favor of the Lord
Doth grace eternally.Gird on Thy sword, O King,
Put on Thy majesty;
Ride out in full regalia,
And richest panoply.
Triumph in very truth,
In meekness and in right,
Let fly the arrows of revenge,
And vanquish in Thy might.Thy throne is ever sure,
Establishèd of God;
Its scepter is of righteousness,
Of equity its rod.
Thou lovest perfect right,
Hatest iniquity;
Therefore with oil of festive joy
The Lord anointed Thee.Thy garments breathe of myrrh,
Of spices rich and rare;
Glad strains of joyous music ring
Throughout Thy palace fair.
Amid Thy glorious train
King’s daughters waiting stand,
And on Thy right the queen adorned
In gold from Ophir land.O royal bride, give heed,
This King is now thy Lord;
Forsake thy former loyalties,
Full fealty accord.
Thy beauty and thy grace
Will then delight the King;
And they to thee, since thou art His,
Their precious gifts will bring.Enthroned in royal state
And glorious thou shalt dwell,
With garments fair, inwrought with gold,
His bride He loveth well.
And they who honor thee
Shall in thy train attend,
And to the palace of the King
Shall joyfully ascend.Then in Thy Father’s place
The sons of royal birth
Thou wilt endow with regal gifts
As princes of the earth.
Thy Name shall be proclaimed
Through all succeeding days,
And all the peoples everywhere
Shall give Thee endless praise.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 45:1] I’ll Speak The Honors Of My King
I’ll speak the honors of my King,
His form divinely fair;
None of His sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.Sweet is Thy speech, and heav’nly grace
Upon Thy lips is shed;
Thy God, with blessings infinite,
Hath crowned Thy sacred head.Gird on Thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway;
Thy terrors shall strike through Thy foes,
And make the world obey.Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful scepter in Thy hands,
To rule the saints by love.Justice and truth attend Thee still,
But mercy is Thy choice;
And God, Thy God, Thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 45:1] My Heart Doth Overflow
My heart doth overflow, a goodly theme is mine;
My eager tongue with joyful song doth praise the King divine.
Supremely fair Thou art, Thy lips with grace o’erflow;
His richest blessing evermore doth God on Thee bestow.Now gird Thee with Thy sword, O strong and mighty One;
In splendid majesty arrayed, more glorious than the sun.
Triumphantly ride forth for meekness, truth and right;
Thine arm shall gain the victory in wondrous deeds of might.Thy strength shall overcome all those that hate the King,
And under Thy dominion strong the nations Thou shalt bring.
Thy royal throne, O God, forevermore shall stand;
Eternal truth and justice wield the scepter in Thy hand.Since Thou art sinless found, the Lord, Thy God, confessed,
Anointeth Thee with perfect joy, Thou art supremely blessed.
Thy garments breathe of myrrh and spices sweet and rare;
Glad strains of heav’nly music ring throughout Thy palace fair.Amid Thy glorious train kings’ daughters waiting stand,
And fairest gems bedeck Thy bride, the queen at Thy right hand.
O royal bride, give heed, and to my words attend;
For Christ, the King, forsake the world and every former friend.Play source: Cyberhymnal
