Psalms 39:12

• [Psa 39:12] By Thy Birth And By Thy Tears

  By Thy birth and by Thy tears, By Thy human griefs and fears, By Thy conflict in the hour Of the subtle tempter’s power; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By the tenderness that wept O’er the grave where Lazarus slept; By the bitter tears that flowed Over Salem’ s lost abode, Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By Thy lonely hour of prayer, By Thy fearful conflict there, By Thy cross and dying cries, By the one great sacrifice; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By Thy triumph o’er the grave, By Thy power the lost to save, By Thy high, majestic throne, By the empire all Thine own; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die.

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• [Psa 39:12] Hear Me, O Father

  O heav’nly Father, hear my supplication, I bow before Thee in Thy congregation; Humble and needy, seeking Thy salvation, Hear Thou my prayer, O God! Draw me, Redeemer, I would seek Thee solely, Help me to cherish, love, obey Thee wholly, Fully surrendered, live a life that’s holy, Hear Thou my prayer, O God! Dwell Thou, O Savior, in my heart forever, Thou who hast promised nothing shall us sever, Comfort and lead me, I would leave Thee never, Hear Thou my prayer, O God.

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• [Psa 39:12] O My Savior, Hear Me

  O my Savior, hear me, Draw me close to Thee; Thou hast paid my ransom, Thou hast died for me; Now by simple faith I claim Pardon through Thy gracious Name; Thou, my Ark of safety, Let me fly to Thee. O my Savior, bless me, Bless me while I pray; Grant Thy peace to help me, Take my fear away; I believe Thy promise, Lord; I will trust Thy holy Word; Thou, my soul’s Redeemer, Bless me while I pray. O my Savior, love me, Make me all Thine own; Leave me not to wander In this world alone; Bless my way with light divine, Let Thy glory round me shine; Thou, my Rock, my Refuge, Make me all Thine own. O my Savior, guard me, Keep me evermore! Bless me, love me, guide me, Till my work is o’er; May I then, with glad surprise, Chant Thy praise beyond the skies; There with Thee, my Savior, Dwell for evermore.

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• [Psa 39:12] Savior, When In Dust To Thee

  Savior, when in dust to Thee Low we bow the adoring knee, When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, O by all the pains and woes Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany. By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter’s power, Turn, O turn a favoring eye, Hear our solemn litany. By the sacred griefs that wept O’er the grave where Lazarus slept, By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem’s loved abode, By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within Thy fold, From Thy seat above the sky, Hear our solemn litany. By Thine hour of dire despair, By Thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn, By the gloom that veiled the skies O’er the dreadful sacrifice, Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany. By Thy deep expiring groan, By the sad sepulchral stone, By the vault whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God, O from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, re-ascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn litany.

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• [Psa 39:12] Standin’ In The Need Of Prayer

  Not my brother, nor my sister, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; Not my brother, nor my sister, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Refrain It’s me, it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; It’s me, it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Not the preacher, nor the deacon, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; Not the preacher, nor the deacon, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Refrain Not my father, nor my mother, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; Not my father, nor my mother, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Refrain Not the stranger, nor my neighbor, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; Not the stranger, nor my neighbor, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Refrain

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