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 56:1

• [Psa 56:1] O Thou Whose Justice Reigns On High

  O Thou whose justice reigns on high, And makes th’oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace. The sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is Thy Word. In God most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust. They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts. Shall they escape without Thy frown? Must their devices stand? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know Thy hand. God counts the sorrows of His saints, Their groans affect His ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears. When to Thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee; So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is God to me. In Thee, most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust. Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I’ll sing, “How faithful is Thy Word, How righteous all Thy ways!” Thou hast secured my soul from death, O set Thy pris’ner free! That heart and hand, and life and breath, May be employ’d for Thee.

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Psalms 57:1

• [Psa 57:1] My God, In Whom Are All The Springs

  My God, in Whom are all the springs Of boundless love, and grace unknown, Hide me beneath Thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown. Up to the heav’ns I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; He sends His angel from the sky, And saves me from the threat’ning storm. Be Thou exalted, O my God, Above the heav’ns, where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land Thy wonders tell. My heart is fixed; my song shall raise Immortal honors to Thy Name; Awake, my tongue, to sound His praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame. High o’er the earth His mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die.

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• [Psa 57:1] O God, Be Merciful To Me

  O God, be merciful to me, My soul for refuge comes to Thee, Beneath Thy wings I safe will stay, Until these troubles pass away. To God Most High shall rise my prayer, To God Who makes my wants His care, From Heav’n He will salvation send, And me from every foe defend. Great foes and fierce my soul alarm, Inflamed with rage and strong to harm, But God, from Heav’n His dwelling place, Will rescue me with truth and grace. Be Thou, O God, exalted high, Yea, far above the starry sky, And let Thy glory be displayed O’er all the earth Thy hands have made. My soul is grieved because my foes With treacherous plans my way enclose; But from the snares that they devise Their own undoing shall arise. My heart is steadfast, O my King, My heart is tuned Thy praise to sing; Awake, my soul, and swell the song, Let vibrant harp the notes prolong. Yea, I will early wake and sing, A thankful hymn to Thee will bring, For unto Heav’n Thy mercies rise, Thy truth is lofty as the skies. Be Thou, O God, exalted high, Yea, far above the starry sky, And let Thy glory be displayed O’er all the earth Thy hands have made.

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Psalms 80:1

• [Psa 80:1] Faithful Shepherd, Feed Me

  Faithful Shepherd, feed me In the pastures green; Faithful Shepherd, lead me Where Thy steps are seen. Hold me fast, and guide me In the narrow way; So, with Thee beside me, I shall never stray. Daily bring me nearer To the heav’nly shore; Make my faith grow clearer, May I love Thee more. Hallow every pleasure, Every gift and pain; Be Thyself my treasure, Though none else I gain. Day by day prepare me As Thou seest best, Then let angels bear me To Thy promised rest.

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• [Psa 80:1] O Thou Who The Shepherd Of Israel Art

  O Thou Who the Shepherd of Israel art, Give ear to our pray’r and Thy favor impart; Thou Leader of Joseph, Thou Guide of his way, ’Mid cherubim dwelling, Thy glory display. In Ephraim’s, Manasseh’s and Benjamin’s sight, O come Thou and save us; awake in Thy might. O God, give us favor, restore to Thy grace; And then we shall live in the light of Thy face. From Egypt’s dark border a vine Thou didst take; Destroying the heathen didst room for it make. Where planted it grew at Thy sov’reign command, With roots deeply set and boughs filling the land. The axe hews it down; it is burned in the fire; They perish, rebuked in Thy terrible ire. O lay then Thy hand on the Man of Thy might, The Son of Man made to stand strong in Thy sight. No more shall we wander, delighting in shame; Revive us, O Lord, we will call on Thy Name. O Lord God of Hosts, us restore to Thy grace, And then we shall live in the light of Thy face.

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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