Psalms 70:1

• [Psa 70:1] Make Haste, O My God, To Deliver

  Make haste, O my God, to deliver, I pray, O Lord, to my rescue make haste; Let those who would harm me be filled with dismay, And in their own folly disgraced. Let them be turned back in confusion, O Lord, Who in my destruction would joy; Let shame and defeat be their only reward, Who sneers and derision employ. May all those who seek Thee, and make Thee their choice, Great gladness and blessedness see; May all those who love Thy salvation rejoice And constantly magnify Thee. I cry in deep need and Thy help I implore; Make haste to the rescue, I pray; My Savior Thou art, and my Strength evermore, No longer Thy coming delay.

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Psalms 81:1

• [Psa 81:1] Jesus Our Strength

  I am Thine, my blessèd Lord, Thou hast died for me. All I have and all I am, Now belongs to Thee; Give me of Thy heav’nly store, Grace to love and serve Thee more, Let Thy blood, a cleansing flood, Make me pure and free. Refrain In Thy love and fullness wide, All my imperfections hide, Ever in my heart abide, All in all to me. Oft methinks I hear Thy voice, “I have died for thee; What has thou today, My child, Wrought in love for Me?” Only little duties done, Trials borne and victories won, Small to show, yet this I know, They were done for Thee. Refrain Guided ever by Thy love, All my way is bright; Burdens Thou dost send me, Lord, Borne for Thee are light. While I closely cling to Thee, What can harm or hinder me? Every day a little way Nearer Heaven and Thee. Refrain So I’ll gladly journey on Toward my heavenly home; Walking in Thy strength alone, Till the end shall come. Then when Thy dear face I see, This shall be my only plea: I have tried—but Thou hast died, Died, dear Lord, for me. In Thy love and fullness wide, All my imperfections hide, Jesus, Savior, Friend and Guide, Let me dwell with Thee!

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• [Psa 81:1] Now To God, Our Strength And Savior

  Now to God, our Strength and Savior, Render praise and loudly sing. In our fathers’ God rejoicing, All your noblest music bring. Let the trumpet, far resounding, This our festal day proclaim, By our fathers’ God appointed, When from bondage Israel came. I, Thy God, removed thy burdens, When thou calledst, set thee free, Proved thee in the thirsty desert, In the thunder answered thee. O My people, hear My pleadings; O that thou wouldst hearken now; No strange worship shalt thou offer, Nor to idols shalt thou bow. I am God the Lord Who saved thee, And from cruel bondage freed; Open wide thy mouth of longing; I will satisfy thy need. But My people would not hearken, Yea, they would not yield to Me; So I left them in their blindness, Their own counselors to be. If My people would obey Me, Gladly walking in My ways, Soon would I, their foes subduing, Fill their lips with songs of praise. All the haters of Jehovah Shall His clemency implore, And the days of those that love Him Shall endure forevermore. Yea, with wheat the very finest I their hunger will supply, Bid the very rocks yield honey That shall fully satisfy.

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• [Psa 81:1] O God, Our Strength, To Thee Our Song

  O God, our strength, to Thee our song With grateful hearts we raise; To Thee, and Thee alone, belong All worship, love and praise. In trouble’s dark and stormy hour Thine ear hath heard our prayer; And graciously Thine arm of power Hath saved us from despair. And Thou, O ever gracious Lord, Wilt keep Thy promise still, If, meekly hearkening to Thy Word, We seek to do Thy will. Led by the light Thy grace imparts, Ne’er may we bow the knee To idols, which our wayward hearts Set up instead of Thee. So shall Thy choicest gifts, O Lord, Thy faithful people bless; For them shall earth its stores afford, And Heav’n its happiness.

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Psalms 83:1

• [Psa 83:1] O God, No Longer Hold Thy Peace

  O God, no longer hold Thy peace, No longer silent be; Thine enemies lift up their head To fight Thy saints and Thee. Against Thine own, whom Thou dost love, Their craft Thy foes employ; They think to cut Thy people off, Thy church they would destroy. Thine ancient foes, conspiring still, With one consent agree, And they who with Thy people strive Make war, O God, on Thee. O God, who in our fathers’ time Didst smite our foes and Thine, So smite Thine enemies today Who in their pride combine. Make them like dust and stubble blown Before the whirlwind dire, In terror driv’n before the storm Of Thy consuming fire. Confound them in their sin till they To Thee for pardon fly, Till in dismay they, trembling, own That Thou art God Most High.

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  source: Cyberhymnal