Psalms 39:1

• [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.

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Psalms 52:1

• [Psa 52:1] How Good Is The God We Adore

  How good is the God we adore, Our faithful unchangeable Friend! His love is as great as His power, And knows neither measure nor end! ’Tis Jesus the First and the Last, Whose Spirit shall Guide us safe home, We’ll praise Him for all that is past, And trust Him for all that’s to come.
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• [Psa 52:1] O Mighty Man, Why Wilt Thou Boast

  O mighty man, why wilt thou boast Thyself in hateful cruelty, When God Almighty is most kind, And ever merciful is He? Thy tongue deviseth wickedness, A weapon treacherous and keen; Thou lovest evil more than good, And falsehood in thy sight is clean. Since, O thou false, deceitful tongue, In deadly words thou findest joy, The Lord shall pluck thee from thy place And all thy wickedness destroy. The good, confirmed in godly fear, The pride and folly shall confess Of those who make not God their strength, But trust in wealth and wickedness. But as for me, my strength is like A verdant temple olive tree; My trust is in God’s tender love, Which shall endure eternally. With endless thanks, O Lord, to Thee, Thy wondrous works I will proclaim, And in the presence of Thy saints Will ever hope in Thy good Name.

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