Psalms 53:5

• [Psa 53:5] Foes Of Zion Quake For Fright, The

  The foes of Zion quake for fright, Where no fear was they quail; For well they know that sword of might Which cuts through coats of mail. The Lord of old defiled their shields, And laughed their spears to scorn, Their bones lay scattered o’er the field, By dogs and vultures torn. Let Zion’s foes be filled with shame; Her sons are blessed of God; Though scoffers now despise their name The Lord shall break their rod. Oh, would our God to Zion turn, God with salvation clad; Then Judah’s harps should music learn, And Israel be glad.

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Psalms 55:23

• [Psa 55:23] Jesus, I Will Trust Thee

  Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul; Guilty, lost, and helpless, Thou canst make me whole. There is none in Heaven or on earth like Thee: Thou hast died for sinners—therefore Lord for me. Refrain In Thy love confiding I will seek Thy face, Worship and adore Thee, for Thy wondrous grace. Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul; Guilty, lost and helpless, Thou canst make me whole. Jesus, I can trust Thee, trust Thy written Word, Since Thy voice of mercy I have often heard, When Thy Spirit teacheth, to my taste how sweet— Only may I hearken, sitting at Thy feet. Refrain Jesus, I do trust Thee, trust Thee without doubt; “Whosoever cometh, Thou wilt not cast out,” Faithful is Thy promise, precious is Thy blood— These my soul’s salvation, Thou my Savior God! Refrain

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• [Psa 55:23] Lord Jesus, Thou Dost Keep Thy Child

  Lord Jesus, Thou dost keep Thy child Through sunshine or through tempests wild; Jesus, I trust in Thee: Thine is such wondrous pow’r to save; Thine is the mighty love that gave Its all on Calvary. O glorious Savior, Thee I praise; To Thee my new glad song I raise, And tell of what Thou art. Thy grace is boundless in its store; Thy face of love shines evermore, Thou givest me Thy heart. Upon Thy promises I stand, Trusting in Thee: Thine own right hand Doth keep and comfort me; My soul doth triumph in Thy Word; Thine, Thine be all the praise, dear Lord, As Thine the victory. Love perfecteth what it begins; Thy power doth save me from my sins; Thy grace upholdeth me. This life of trust, how glad, how sweet; My need and Thy great fullness meet, And I have all in Thee.

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Psalms 71:18

• [Psa 71:18] From Days Of Early Youth, O God

  From days of early youth, O God, By Thee have I been taught, And faithfully have I declared The wonders Thou hast wrought. O gracious God, forsake me not When I am old and gray, That unto those that follow me I may Thy might display. Thy perfect righteousness, O God, The height of Heav’n exceeds, O who is like to Thee, who hast Performed such mighty deeds? Thou Who hast sent me many griefs, Wilt yet my soul restore, And out of sorrow’s lowest depths Wilt bring me forth once more. O turn again and comfort me, My waning strength increase, And for Thy faithfulness, O God, My praise shall never cease. Thou Holy One of Israel, To Thee sweet songs I raise; The soul Thou hast redeemed from death Shall give Thee joyful praise. My enemies that seek my hurt Thy help has put to shame; My thankful tongue will ceaselessly Thy righteousness proclaim.

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• [Psa 71:18] O Gracious God, Forsake Me Not

  O gracious God, forsake me not, When I am old and gray, That unto those that follow me I may Thy might display. Thy perfect righteousness, O God, The height of Heav’n exceeds; O who is like to Thee, who hast Performed such mighty deeds? Thou Who hast sent me many griefs Wilt yet my soul restore, And out of sorrow’s lowest depths Wilt bring me forth once more. O turn again and comfort me, My waning strength increase, And for Thy faithfulness, O God, My praise shall never cease. Thou Holy One of Israel, To Thee sweet songs I raise; The soul Thou hast redeemed from death Shall give Thee joyful praise.

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Psalms 84:3

• [Psa 84:3] The King’s Business

  I am a stranger here, within a foreign land; My home is far away, upon a golden strand; Ambassador to be of realms beyond the sea, I’m here on business for my King. Refrain This is the message that I bring, A message angels fain would sing: “Oh, be ye reconciled,” Thus saith my Lord and King, “Oh, be ye reconciled to God.” This is the King’s command: that all men, everywhere, Repent and turn away from sin’s seductive snare; That all who will obey, with Him shall reign for aye, And that’s my business for my King. Refrain My home is brighter far than Sharon’s rosy plain, Eternal life and joy throughout its vast domain; My Sovereign bids me tell how mortals there may dwell, And that’s my business for my King. Refrain

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Psalms 90:10

• [Psa 90:10] And Am I Only Born To Die?

  And am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature’s stern decree? What after death for me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains, To all eternity? How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve And props the house of clay? My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against the fatal day. No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone: If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before The inexorable throne! No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment’s misery, or joy; But O! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destined place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends, or angels spend? Nothing is worth a thought beneath But how I may escape the death That never, never dies; How make mine own election sure, And, when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies. Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, Be Thou my guide, be Thou my way To glorious happiness; Ah, write the pardon on my heart, And whensoe’er I hence depart, Let me depart in peace.

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• [Psa 90:10] And Let This Feeble Body Fail

  And let this feeble body fail, And let it droop and die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high; Shall join the disembodied saints, And find its long sought rest, That only bliss for which it pants, In my Redeemer’s breast. In hope of that immortal crown I now the cross sustain, And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain: I suffer out my threescore years, Till my Deliverer come, And wipe away His servant’s tears, And take His exile home. O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise: I see a world of spirits bright, Who taste the pleasures there; They all are robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear. O what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, Thou count me meet With that enraptured host to appear, And worship at Thy feet! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away, But let me find them all again In that eternal day.

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• [Psa 90:10] All Men Living Are But Mortal

  All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only through death’s gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav’nly love joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I’ll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer’s merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus’ death my source of bliss. Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain; Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth’s sadness For the home of heav’nly gladness, Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: “Holy, holy, holy Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!” Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned, All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tone victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. Oh, the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine, Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine, Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away.

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Psalms 127:2

• [Psa 127:2] He Giveth His Beloved Sleep

  Sorrow and care may meet, The tempest cloud may low’r, The surge of sin may beat Upon earth’s troubled shore; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. The din of war may roll, With all her raging flight, Grief may oppress the soul, Throughout the weary nigh; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. In childhood’s winsome page, In manhood’s joyous bloom, In feebleness and age, In death’s dark gathering gloom, God will His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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• [Psa 127:2] Joy And Light

  Joy and light, joy and light, Over the crystal sea; Come, come, soft and bright, Over the crystal sea. Come on your snowy pinions white, Come in the silent calm of night, Watch when the pale stars keep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Love and rest, love and rest, Carol in silver tone; Glad songs, pure and blest, Carol in silver tone. Come from the fadeless flowers that grow, Come from the sparkling streams that flow, Come in the midnight deep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Voice divine, voice divine, Speak, and our souls shall hear; Sweet, sweet words are Thine, Speak, and our souls shall hear. Tell of a cloudless region fair, Tell of the many mansions there, Speak to the hearts that weep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep.

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• [Psa 127:2] Of All The Thoughts Of God

  Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the psalmist’s music deep, Now tell me if there any is, For gift or grace surpassing this: “He giveth His belovèd sleep”? What would we give to our beloved? The hero’s heart to be unmoved, The poet’s star tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot’s voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch’s crown, to light the brows? He giveth His belovèd sleep. “Sleep soft, belovèd!” we sometimes say, Who have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His belovèd sleep. His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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