Psalms 4:1

• [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.

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• [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.

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• [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!

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Psalms 57:1

• [Psa 57:1] My God, In Whom Are All The Springs

  My God, in Whom are all the springs Of boundless love, and grace unknown, Hide me beneath Thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown. Up to the heav’ns I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; He sends His angel from the sky, And saves me from the threat’ning storm. Be Thou exalted, O my God, Above the heav’ns, where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land Thy wonders tell. My heart is fixed; my song shall raise Immortal honors to Thy Name; Awake, my tongue, to sound His praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame. High o’er the earth His mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die.

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• [Psa 57:1] O God, Be Merciful To Me

  O God, be merciful to me, My soul for refuge comes to Thee, Beneath Thy wings I safe will stay, Until these troubles pass away. To God Most High shall rise my prayer, To God Who makes my wants His care, From Heav’n He will salvation send, And me from every foe defend. Great foes and fierce my soul alarm, Inflamed with rage and strong to harm, But God, from Heav’n His dwelling place, Will rescue me with truth and grace. Be Thou, O God, exalted high, Yea, far above the starry sky, And let Thy glory be displayed O’er all the earth Thy hands have made. My soul is grieved because my foes With treacherous plans my way enclose; But from the snares that they devise Their own undoing shall arise. My heart is steadfast, O my King, My heart is tuned Thy praise to sing; Awake, my soul, and swell the song, Let vibrant harp the notes prolong. Yea, I will early wake and sing, A thankful hymn to Thee will bring, For unto Heav’n Thy mercies rise, Thy truth is lofty as the skies. Be Thou, O God, exalted high, Yea, far above the starry sky, And let Thy glory be displayed O’er all the earth Thy hands have made.

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