Psalms 39:7

• [Psa 39:7] Another Year Completed

  Another year completed, The day comes round once more Which with our patron’s radiance Is bright as heretofore. Now, strong in hope, united His festival we greet; He will present our troubles Before the mercy-seat. The Scriptures tell how Moses Did for the people pray, Appeased the Judge eternal, And turned His wrath away; Elijah’s prayer had power, To close and open Heav’n; Such saints as were aforetime, Such saints to us are giv’n. O saint of God, belovèd, And placed on His right hand, Thy prayers be like a rampart As ’gainst the foe we stand; For Abraham’s God is thy God, And Isaac’s God is thine, Thine is the God of Jacob, The Lord of power benign. For forty years His Israel He fed with angels’ food; The flinty rock He opened The streams of water flowed. Entreat that Christ His people May lead to victory: The God of Joshua’s triumph The Lord thy God is He.

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• [Psa 39:7] Sweeter Sounds That Music Knows

  Sweeter sounds than music knows Charm me, in Emmanuel’s Name; All her hopes my spirit owes To His birth, and cross, and shame. When He came the angels sang “Glory be to God on high,” Lord, unloose my stammering tongue, Who should louder sing than I. Did the Lord a man become That He might the law fulfill, Bleed and suffer in my room, And canst thou, my tongue, be still? No, I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are, and weak; For should I refuse to sing Sure the very stones would speak. O my Savior, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend, Every precious name in one; I will love Thee without end.

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• [Psa 39:7] Thou Only Sovereign Of My Heart

  Thou only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty Friend— And can my soul from Thee depart, On Whom alone my hopes depend? Whither, ah whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford? Eternal life Thy words impart; On these my fainting spirit lives; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature gives. Let earth’s alluring joys combine, While Thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of Thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.

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• [Psa 39:7] Year Is Gone, Beyond Recall, The

  The year is gone, beyond recall, With all its hopes and fears, With all its bright and gladdening smiles, With all its mourners’ tears. Thy thankful people praise Thee, Lord, For countless gifts received; And pray for grace to keep the faith Which saints of old believed. To Thee we come, O gracious Lord, The newborn year to bless; Defend our land from pestilence, Give peace and plenteousness. Forgive this nation’s many sins, The growth of vice restrain; And help us all with sin to strive, And crowns of life to gain. From evil deeds that stain the past We now desire to flee; And pray that future years may all Be spent, good Lord, for Thee. O Father, let Thy watchful eye Still look on us in love, That we may praise Thee, year by year, With angel hosts above. All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, While endless ages run.

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Psalms 149:5

• [Psa 149:5] All Ye That Love The Lord, Rejoice

  All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders show. The Jews, the people of His grace, Shall their Redeemer sing; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Sion owns her King. The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn; The meek that lie despised in dust Salvation shall adorn. Saints should be joyful in their King, E’en on a dying bed; And like the souls in glory sing; For God shall raise the dead. Then His high praise shall fill their tongues Their hands shall wield the sword; And vengeance shall attend their songs, The vengeance of the Lord. When Christ the judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepared for all His friends Who humbly loved Him here. Then shall they rule with iron rod Nations that dared rebel; And join the sentence of their God On tyrants doomed to hell. The royal sinners bound in chains New triumphs shall afford: Such honor for the saints remains: Praise ye, and love the Lord!

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• [Psa 149:5] Saints Of God! Lo, Jesu’s People

  Saints of God! Lo, Jesu’s people Age to age your glory tell; In His Name for us ye labored, Now in bless eternal dwell. Twelve poor men, by Christ anointed, Braved the rich, the wise, the great, All the world counts dear rejecting, Rapt in their apostolate. Thus the earth their death-wounds purchased, Hallowed by the blood therefrom, On her bosom bore the nations, Laved, illumined—Christendom. On this feast, almighty Father, May we praise Thee with the Son, Evermore His love confessing, Who from Both with Both is One.

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• [Psa 149:5] There Is Glory In My Soul

  Since I lost my sins and I found my Savior, There is glory in my soul! Since by faith I sought and obtained God’s favor, There is glory in my soul! Refrain There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! Ev’ry day brighter grows, And I conquer all my foes; There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! There is glory in my soul! Since He cleansed my heart, gave me sight for blindness, There is glory in my soul! Since He touched and healed me in loving kindness There is glory in my soul! Refrain Since with God I’ve walked, having sweet communion, There is glory in my soul! Brighter grows each day in this heav’nly union, There is glory in my soul! Refrain Since I entered Canaan on my way to Heaven, There is glory in my soul! Since the day my life to the Lord was given, There is glory in my soul! Refrain

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• [Psa 149:5] There Is A Happy Land

  There is a happy land, far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweetly sing, worthy is our Savior King, Loud let His praises ring, praise, praise for aye. Come to that happy land, come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand, why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, when from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee, blest, blest for aye. Bright, in that happy land, beams every eye; Kept by a Father’s hand, love cannot die. Oh, then to glory run; be a crown and kingdom won; And, bright, above the sun, we reign for aye.

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