Psalms 4:1
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[Psa 4:1] My Prayer
O Father, hear me as I pray to Thee,
I know that I am far from purity;
But Jesus died that sinful men might live,
So in His Name I ask Thee to forgive.Refrain
Father, Father,
Humbly now I come to Thee;
Father, Father,
Hear, oh hear my humble plea.I pray that Thou wilt pardon ev’ry sin;
O Lord, forgive and make me pure within.
Plant a desire for service in my heart
And give me strength to always do my part.Refrain
Tonight, O Father, as the shadows creep
And I so gently close my eyes in sleep,
I pray that Thou wilt guard me through the night
And keep me safe till comes the morning light.Refrain
When morning comes, oh, let me rise to work,
Forbid that duty I should ever shirk;
And when at last my race on earth is run,
Grant, Lord, that I may hear Thee say, “Well done.”Refrain
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[Psa 4:1] My Righteous God, Who Oft Of Old
My righteous God, who oft of old
Hast saved from troubles manifold,
Give answer when I call to Thee,
Be gracious now and hear my plea.How long, O men, will ye defame
How long My glory turn to shame,
How long will ye vain follies prize,
How long pursue deceit and lies?But know, the Lord has set apart
The man of godly life and heart
To be His favored one for aye;
Jehovah hears me when I pray.In reverence wait, from sin depart,
In meditation calm your heart;
Hold fast the right, be true and just,
And in Jehovah put your trust.O who will show us any good,
Exclaims the faithless multitude;
But lift on us, O Lord, we pray,
The brightness of Thy face this day.More joy from Thee has filled my heart
Than great abundance could impart;
I lay me down to peaceful sleep,
For Thou, O Lord, dost safely keep.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 4:1] O God Of Grace And Righteousness
O God of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain;
Thou hast enlarged me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;
How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Savior’s Name?Know that the Lord divides His saints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears the cry of penitents,
For the dear sake of Christ that died.When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in His pard’ning grace.Let the unthinking many say,
“Who will bestow some earthly good?”
But Lord, Thy light and love we pray;
Our souls desire this heav’nly food.Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice,
At grace and favors so divine;
Nor will I change my happy choice
For all their corn, and all their wine.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 4:1] When Our Heads Are Bowed With Woe
When our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o’erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!When the solemn death bell tolls,
For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!Thou hast bowed the dying head,
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own;
Thou hast deigned their load to bear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 51:1
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[Psa 51:1] God, Be Merciful To Me
God, be merciful to me,
On Thy grace I rest my plea;
Plenteous in compassion Thou,
Blot out my transgressions now;
Wash me, make me pure within,
Cleanse, O cleanse me from my sin.My transgressions I confess,
Grief and guilt my soul oppress;
I have sinned against Thy grace
And provoked Thee to Thy face;
I confess Thy judgment just,
Speechless, I Thy mercy trust.I am evil, born in sin;
Thou desirest truth within.
Thou alone my Savior art,
Teach Thy wisdom to my heart;
Make me pure, Thy grace bestow,
Wash me whiter than the snow.Broken, humbled to the dust
By Thy wrath and judgment just,
Let my contrite heart rejoice
And in gladness hear Thy voice;
From my sins O hide Thy face,
Blot them out in boundless grace.Gracious God, my heart renew,
Make my spirit right and true;
Cast me not away from Thee,
Let Thy Spirit dwell in me;
Thy salvation’s joy impart,
Steadfast make my willing heart.Sinners then shall learn from me
And return, O God, to Thee;
Savior, all my guilt remove,
And my tongue shall sing Thy love;
Touch my silent lips, O Lord,
And my mouth shall praise accord.source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 51:1] Show Pity, Lord, O Lord, Forgive
Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace:
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pardoning love be found.O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain my eyes.My lips with shame my sins confess
Against Thy law, against Thy grace:
Lord, should Thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce Thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round Thy Word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 56:1
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[Psa 56:1] O Thou Whose Justice Reigns On High
O Thou whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th’oppressor cease,
Behold how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace.The sons of violence and lies
Join to devour me, Lord;
But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is Thy Word.In God most holy, just, and true,
I have reposed my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults;
Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.Shall they escape without Thy frown?
Must their devices stand?
O cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know Thy hand.God counts the sorrows of His saints,
Their groans affect His ears;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.When to Thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;
So swift is prayer to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.In Thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have reposed my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I’ll sing, “How faithful is Thy Word,
How righteous all Thy ways!”Thou hast secured my soul from death,
O set Thy pris’ner free!
That heart and hand, and life and breath,
May be employ’d for Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal
