Psalms 82:8

• [Psa 82:8] O Lord Our God, Arise!

  O Lord our God, arise! The cause of truth maintain, And wide o’er all the peopled world Extend Thy blessèd reign. Thou Prince of life, arise! Nor let Thy glory cease; Far spread the conquests of Thy grace, And bless the earth with peace. Thou Holy Ghost, arise! Expand Thy quick’ning wing, And o’er a dark and ruined world Let light and order spring. All on the earth, arise! To God the Savior sing; From shore to shore, from earth to Heav’n, Let echoing anthems ring.

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• [Psa 82:8] O God, Our Maker, Throned On High

  O God, our Maker, throned on high, The earth is Thine, and Thine the sky, Th’adoring sun obeys Thy will, And countless stars Thy laws fulfill. The length’ning light of summer day, The winter frost, Thy power display, Nature proclaims Thy sovereign skill; Man, and man only, spurns Thy will. The wicked sit on earth’s high seat, And tread the holy ’neath their feet; Good goes so crookedly astray, Bright deeds lie hidden oft away. Great God! Who seest from above, Regard us with Thy pitying love, Perplexed by doubts, with toil and strife, We ask more light—we long for life.

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Psalms 143:2

• [Psa 143:2] O Lord, Turn Not Thy Face From Me

  O Lord, turn not Thy face from me, Who lie in woeful state, Lamenting all my sinful life Before Thy mercy-gate. A gate which opens wide to those That do lament their sin; Shut not that gate against me, Lord, But let me enter in. And call me not to strict account How I have sojourned here; For then my guilty conscience knows How vile I shall appear. So come I to Thy mercy gate, Where mercy doth abound, Requiring mercy for my sin To heal my deadly wound. Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask; This is my humble prayer; For mercy, Lord is all my suit, O let Thy mercy spare.

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• [Psa 143:2] That Fearful Day

  That fearful day, that day of speechless dread, When Thou shalt come to judge the quick and dead— I shudder to foresee, O God! what then shall be! When Thou shalt come, angelic legions round, With thousand thousands, and with trumpet sound, Christ, grant me in the air With saints to meet Thee there! Weep, O my soul, ere that great hour and day, When God shall shine in manifest array, Thy sin, that thou may’st be In that strict judgment free! The terror! Hell-fire fierce and unsufficed: The bitter worm: the gnashing teeth—O Christ, Forgive, remit, protect; And set me with the elect! That I may hear the blessèd voice that calls The righteous to the joy of heavenly halls. And, King of Heaven, may reach The realm that passeth speech! Enter Thou not in judgment with each deed, Nor each intent and thought in strictness read: Forgive, and save me then, O Thou That lovest men! Thee, One in Three blest Persons! Lord o’er all! Essence of essence, Power of power we call: Save us, O Father, Son, And Spirit, ever one!

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