Psalms 40:11

• [Psa 40:11] Thy Tender Mercies, O My Lord

  Thy tender mercies, O my Lord, Withhold not, I implore; But let Thy kindness and Thy truth Preserve me evermore. For countless ills have compassed me, My sinful deeds arise; Yea, they have overtaken me; I dare not raise my eyes. My sins are more than I can count, My heart has failed for grief; Be pleased, O Lord, to rescue me, O haste to my relief. Be those who seek to hurt my soul Dismayed and put to flight, And they themselves be put to shame Who in my woe delight. Let all who seek Thee now rejoice, Yea, glad in Thee abide, And, loving Thy salvation, say, The Lord be magnified. My lowly state and bitter need The Lord has not forgot; Thou art my Savior and my help, Come, Lord, and tarry not.

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Psalms 115:1

• [Psa 115:1] For Thy Mercy And Thy Grace

  For Thy mercy and Thy grace, Constant through another year, Hear our song of thankfulness; Jesus, our Redeemer, hear. Lo! our sins on Thee we cast, Thee, our perfect Sacrifice; And, forgetting all the past, Press towards our glorious prize. Dark the future: let Thy light Guide us, bright and morning Star: Fierce our foes, and hard the fight; Arm us, Savior, for the war. In our weakness and distress, Rock of strength, be Thou our Stay; In the pathless wilderness Be our true and living Way. Who of us death’s awful road In the coming year shall tread? With Thy rod and staff, O God, Comfort Thou his dying bed. Keep us faithful, keep us pure, Keep us evermore Thine own; Help, O help us to endure; Fit us for the promised crown. So within Thy palace gate We shall praise, on golden strings, Thee the only Potentate, Lord of lords, and King of kings.

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• [Psa 115:1] Give Him The Glory

  It was down at the feet of Jesus, O the happy, happy day! That my soul found peace in believing, And my sins were washed away. Refrain Let me tell the old, old story Of His grace so full and free; For I feel like giving Him the glory For His wondrous love to me. It was down at the feet of Jesus, Where I found such perfect rest, Where the light first dawned on my spirit, And my soul was truly blest. Refrain It was down at the feet of Jesus, Where I brought my guilt and sin, That he cancelled all my transgressions And salvation entered in. Refrain

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• [Psa 115:1] Not Unto Us, O Lord Of Heav’n

  Not unto us, O Lord of Heav’n, But unto Thee be glory given; In love and truth Thou dost fulfill The counsels of Thy sovereign will; Though nations fail Thy pow’r to own, Yet Thou dost reign, and Thou alone. The idol gods of heathen lands Are but the work of human hands; They cannot see, they cannot speak, Their ears are deaf, their hands are weak; Like them shall be all those who hold To gods of silver and of gold. Let Israel trust in God alone, The Lord Whose grace and pow’r are known; To Him your full allegiance yield, And He will be your Help and Shield; All those who fear Him God will bless, His saints have proved His faithfulness. All ye that fear Him and adore, The Lord increase you more and more; Both great and small who Him confess, You and your children He will bless. Yea, we will ever bless His Name; Praise ye the Lord, His praise proclaim. The heavens are God’s since time began, But He has given the earth to man; The dead praise not the living God, But we will sound His praise abroad, Yea, we will ever bless His Name; Praise ye the Lord, His praise proclaim.

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  source: Cyberhymnal