Psalms 41:1-4

• [Psa 41:1] How Blest The Man Who Thoughtfully

  How blest the man who thoughtfully The poor and weak befriends; Deliverance in the evil day To him Jehovah sends. The Lord will keep him, guard his life, On earth he shall be blest; The Lord will not surrender him By foes to be distressed. Upon the bed of suffering Jehovah will sustain, And in his sickness God will soothe The weariness and pain. O Lord, to Thee my cry ascends, Let me Thy mercy see; Heal Thou my soul, for I have sinned, I have offended Thee. My enemies against me speak, And they my life have scorned; They wish my name to pass away, Unhonored and unmourned. My foe, deceitful, visits me, By seeming kindness led, His heart intent on gathering Some hurtful news to spread. My foes, together whispering, Their evil plans devise; Disease, they say, cleaves fast to him, Laid low, he shall not rise. Yea, he who was my chosen friend, In whom I put my trust, Who ate my bread, now turns in wrath To crush me in the dust. Do Thou, Jehovah, show me grace, And raise me up again, That I with justice may requite These base and wicked men. By this I know assuredly That I am loved by Thee, Because my foe does not exult In triumph over me. And as for me, in uprightness Thou dost uphold me well, And settest me before Thy face Forevermore to dwell. Blest be Jehovah, Israel’s God Forevermore. Amen. Let age to age eternally Repeat His praise. Amen.

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• [Psa 41:2] Prayer Is The Key

  Prayer is the key for the bending knee To open the morn’s first hours; See the incense rise to the starry skies, Like perfume from the flow’rs. Not a soul so sad, nor a heart so glad When cometh the shades of night, But the daybreak song will the joy prolong, And some darkness turn to light. Take the golden key in your hand and see, As the night-tide drifts away, How its blessèd hold is a crown of gold, Thro’ the weary hours of day. When the shadows fall, and the vesper call Is sobbing its low refrain, ’Tis a garland sweet to the toil-dent feet, And an antidote for pain. Soon our toils will cease, and will come release; Life’s tears shall be wiped away, As the pearl gates swing, and the gold harps ring, And we enter eternal day.

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• [Psa 41:4] Before Thee, God, Who Knowest All

  Before Thee, God, who knowest all, With grief and shame I prostrate fall, I see my sins against Thee, Lord, The sins of thought, of deed, and word. They press me sore; I cry to Thee: O God, be merciful to me! O Lord, my God, to Thee I pray: O cast me not in wrath away! Let Thy good Spirit ne’er depart, But let Him draw to Thee my heart That truly penitent I be: O God, be merciful to me! O Jesus, let Thy precious blood Be to my soul a cleansing flood. Turn not, O Lord, Thy guest away, But grant that justified I may Go to my house at peace with Thee: O God, be merciful to me!

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