Psalms 49:15

• [Psa 49:15] Hark! From The Tombs A Dole­ful Sound

  Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound; My ears, attend the cry; “Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. “Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the rev’rend head Must lie as low as ours!” Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more? Grant us the powers of quick’ning grace, To fit our souls to fly, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We’ll rise above the sky.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 86:13-14

• [Psa 86:13] Arise, My Soul! My Joyful Powers

  Arise, my soul, my joyful powers, And triumph in my God; Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim His glorious grace abroad. He raised me from the deeps of sin, The gates of gaping hell, And fixed my standing more secure Than ’twas before I fell. The arms of everlasting love Beneath my soul He placed; And on the Rock of ages set My slippery footsteps fast. The city of my blessed abode Is walled around with grace, Salvation for a bulwark stands To shield the sacred place. Satan may vent his sharpest spite, And all his legions roar; Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his raging power. Arise, my soul; awake, my voice, And tunes of pleasure sing; Loud hallelujahs shall address My Savior and my King.

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Psalms 119:9

• [Psa 119:9] Bible, The

  The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold, The hopes and the glories its pages unfold; It speaks of a Savior, and tells of His love; It shows us the way to the mansions above, It shows us the way to the mansions above. The Bible! the Bible! blest volume of truth, How sweetly it smiles on the season of youth! It bids us seek early the pearl of great price, Ere th’heart is enslaved in the bondage of vice, Ere th’heart is enslaved in the bondage of vice. The Bible! the Bible! we hail it with joy, Its truths and its glories our tongues shall employ; We’ll sing of its triumphs, we’ll sing of its worth, And send its glad tidings afar o’er the earth, And send its glad tidings afar o’er the earth. The Bible! the Bible! the valleys shall ring, And hilltops re-echo the notes that we sing; Our banners inscribed with its precepts and rules Shall long wave in triumph, the joy of our schools, Shall long wave in triumph, the joy of our schools.

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• [Psa 119:9] How, Can I, Lord, Keep My Way Pure?

  How can I, Lord, keep my way pure? To Your Word I must be true. So I seek You with my whole heart; Do not let me stray from You. Your Word’s hidden in my heart, Lord, That I might not go astray. Praise to You, O Lord, my Father; Teach me Your decrees each day. With my lips I recount gladly All the laws You’ve giv’n to man. I rejoice in all Your statutes, As in wealth too vast to scan. Meditating on Your precepts, I consider all Your ways. I delight in Your decrees, Lord; I will never turn away.

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• [Psa 119:9] How Shall The Young Direct Their Way?

  How shall the young direct their way? What light shall be their perfect guide? Thy Word, O Lord, will safely lead, If in its wisdom they confide. Sincerely I have sought Thee, Lord, O let me not from Thee depart; To know Thy will and keep from sin Thy Word I cherish in my heart. O blessèd Lord, teach me Thy law, Thy righteous judgments I declare; Thy testimonies make me glad, For they are wealth beyond compare. Upon Thy precepts and Thy ways My heart will meditate with awe; Thy Word shall be my chief delight, And I will not forget Thy law.

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• [Psa 119:9] How Shall The Young Secure Their Hearts

  How shall the young secure their hearts And guard their lives from sin? Thy Word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. ’Tis, like the sun, a heav’nly light That guides us all the day, And through the dangers of the night A lamp to lead our way. The men that keep Thy law with care, And meditate Thy Word, Grow wiser than their teachers are, And better know the Lord. Thy precepts make me truly wise: I hate the sinner’s road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love Thy law, my God. The starry heav’ns Thy rule obey, The earth maintains her place; And these Thy servants, night and day, Thy skill and power express. But still Thy law and Gospel, Lord, Have lessons more divine; Not earth stands firmer than Thy Word, Nor stars so nobly shine. Thy Word is everlasting truth; How pure is every page! That holy Book shall guide our youth And well support our age.

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  source: Cyberhymnal