Psalms 45:1

• [Psa 45:1] Goodly Theme Is Mine, A

  A goodly theme is mine, And eagerly I sing; For bounteous words flow from my lips As I salute the King. Supremely fair He is, In beauty peerless He; For Him the favor of the Lord Doth grace eternally. Gird on Thy sword, O King, Put on Thy majesty; Ride out in full regalia, And richest panoply. Triumph in very truth, In meekness and in right, Let fly the arrows of revenge, And vanquish in Thy might. Thy throne is ever sure, Establishèd of God; Its scepter is of righteousness, Of equity its rod. Thou lovest perfect right, Hatest iniquity; Therefore with oil of festive joy The Lord anointed Thee. Thy garments breathe of myrrh, Of spices rich and rare; Glad strains of joyous music ring Throughout Thy palace fair. Amid Thy glorious train King’s daughters waiting stand, And on Thy right the queen adorned In gold from Ophir land. O royal bride, give heed, This King is now thy Lord; Forsake thy former loyalties, Full fealty accord. Thy beauty and thy grace Will then delight the King; And they to thee, since thou art His, Their precious gifts will bring. Enthroned in royal state And glorious thou shalt dwell, With garments fair, inwrought with gold, His bride He loveth well. And they who honor thee Shall in thy train attend, And to the palace of the King Shall joyfully ascend. Then in Thy Father’s place The sons of royal birth Thou wilt endow with regal gifts As princes of the earth. Thy Name shall be proclaimed Through all succeeding days, And all the peoples everywhere Shall give Thee endless praise.

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• [Psa 45:1] I’ll Speak The Honors Of My King

  I’ll speak the honors of my King, His form divinely fair; None of His sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. Sweet is Thy speech, and heav’nly grace Upon Thy lips is shed; Thy God, with blessings infinite, Hath crowned Thy sacred head. Gird on Thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrors shall strike through Thy foes, And make the world obey. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful scepter in Thy hands, To rule the saints by love. Justice and truth attend Thee still, But mercy is Thy choice; And God, Thy God, Thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys.

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• [Psa 45:1] My Heart Doth Overflow

  My heart doth overflow, a goodly theme is mine; My eager tongue with joyful song doth praise the King divine. Supremely fair Thou art, Thy lips with grace o’erflow; His richest blessing evermore doth God on Thee bestow. Now gird Thee with Thy sword, O strong and mighty One; In splendid majesty arrayed, more glorious than the sun. Triumphantly ride forth for meekness, truth and right; Thine arm shall gain the victory in wondrous deeds of might. Thy strength shall overcome all those that hate the King, And under Thy dominion strong the nations Thou shalt bring. Thy royal throne, O God, forevermore shall stand; Eternal truth and justice wield the scepter in Thy hand. Since Thou art sinless found, the Lord, Thy God, confessed, Anointeth Thee with perfect joy, Thou art supremely blessed. Thy garments breathe of myrrh and spices sweet and rare; Glad strains of heav’nly music ring throughout Thy palace fair. Amid Thy glorious train kings’ daughters waiting stand, And fairest gems bedeck Thy bride, the queen at Thy right hand. O royal bride, give heed, and to my words attend; For Christ, the King, forsake the world and every former friend.

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Psalms 52:1

• [Psa 52:1] How Good Is The God We Adore

  How good is the God we adore, Our faithful unchangeable Friend! His love is as great as His power, And knows neither measure nor end! ’Tis Jesus the First and the Last, Whose Spirit shall Guide us safe home, We’ll praise Him for all that is past, And trust Him for all that’s to come.
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• [Psa 52:1] O Mighty Man, Why Wilt Thou Boast

  O mighty man, why wilt thou boast Thyself in hateful cruelty, When God Almighty is most kind, And ever merciful is He? Thy tongue deviseth wickedness, A weapon treacherous and keen; Thou lovest evil more than good, And falsehood in thy sight is clean. Since, O thou false, deceitful tongue, In deadly words thou findest joy, The Lord shall pluck thee from thy place And all thy wickedness destroy. The good, confirmed in godly fear, The pride and folly shall confess Of those who make not God their strength, But trust in wealth and wickedness. But as for me, my strength is like A verdant temple olive tree; My trust is in God’s tender love, Which shall endure eternally. With endless thanks, O Lord, to Thee, Thy wondrous works I will proclaim, And in the presence of Thy saints Will ever hope in Thy good Name.

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Psalms 54:1

• [Psa 54:1] O Save Me By Thy Name

  O save me by Thy Name, And judge me in Thy might, O God, now grant my urgent claim Acceptance in Thy sight. Strong foes against me rise, Oppressors seek my soul, Who set not God before their eyes, Nor own His just control. Lo, God my Helper is, The Lord, my mighty Friend, He shall requite my enemies, Their just destruction send. My sacrifice of praise To Thee I freely bring; My thanks, O Lord, to Thee I raise And of Thy goodness sing. From troubles and from woes Thou hast delivered me, The overthrow of all my foes Hast given me to see.

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Psalms 88:1

• [Psa 88:1] Lord, The God Of My Salvation

  Lord, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry to Thee; Let my prayer now find acceptance, in Thy mercy answer me. Full of troubles and affliction, nigh to death my soul is brought, Helpless, like one cast forever from Thy care and from Thy thought. Thou hast brought me down to darkness, ’neath Thy wrath I am oppressed; All the billows of affliction overwhelm my soul distressed. Thou hast made my friends despise me, and companionless I go, Bound, and helpless in my bondage, pining in my bitter woe. Unto Thee, with hands uplifted, daily I direct my cry; Hear, O Lord, my supplication, hear and save me ere I die. Wilt Thou wait to show Thy wonders and Thy mercy to the dead? Let me live to tell Thy praises, by Thy lovingkindness led. Still, O Lord, renewed each morning unto Thee my prayer shall be; Cast me not away forever, let me now Thy favor see. All my life is spent in sorrow, grief and terror always nigh, Waves of wrath have surged about me; show Thy mercy ere I die. Friend and lover are departed, dark and lonely is my way; Lord, be Thou my Friend and Helper, still to Thee, O Lord, I pray. Lord, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry to Thee; Let my prayer now find acceptance; in Thy mercy answer me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal