Psalms 16:4

• [Psa 16:4] How Fast Their Guilt And Sorrows Rise

  How fast their guilt and sorrows rise Who haste to seek some idol-god! I will not taste their sacrifice, Their offerings of forbidden blood. My God provides a richer cup, And nobler food to live upon: He for my life has offered up Jesus, His best-belovèd Son. His love is my perpetual feast; By day His counsels guide me right; And be His Name for ever blessed, Who gives me sweet advice by night. I set Him still before mine eyes; At my right hand He stands prepared To keep my soul from all surprise And be my everlasting guard.

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Psalms 40:3

• [Psa 40:3] He Keeps Me Singing

  There’s within my heart a melody Jesus whispers sweet and low, Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still, In all of life’s ebb and flow. Refrain Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Sweetest Name I know, Fills my every longing, Keeps me singing as I go. All my life was wrecked by sin and strife, Discord filled my heart with pain, Jesus swept across the broken strings, Stirred the slumbering chords again. Refrain Feasting on the riches of His grace, Resting ’neath His sheltering wing, Always looking on His smiling face, That is why I shout and sing. Refrain Though sometimes He leads through waters deep, Trials fall across the way, Though sometimes the path seems rough and steep, See His footprints all the way. Refrain Soon He’s coming back to welcome me, Far beyond the starry sky; I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown, I shall reign with Him on high. Refrain

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• [Psa 40:3] Wonderful, Wonderful Jesus

  There is never a day so dreary, There is never a night so long, But the soul that is trusting in Jesus Will somewhere find a song. Refrain Wonderful, wonderful Jesus, In the heart He implanteth a song: A song of deliverance, of courage, of strength, In the heart He implanteth a song. There is never a cross so heavy, There is never a weight of woe, But that Jesus will help to carry Because He loveth so. Refrain There is never a care or burden, There is never a grief or loss, But that Jesus in love will lighten When carried to the cross. Refrain There is never a guilty sinner, There is never a wandering one, But that God can in mercy pardon Through Jesus Christ, His Son. Refrain

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Psalms 53:1

• [Psa 53:1] Fools In Their Heart Have Said

  Fools in their heart have said, There is no God of might; Corrupt are they and base their deeds, In evil they delight. God looked from Heav’n above On all the human race To see if any understood, If any sought His face. They all are gone aside, Corruption doth abound; There is not one that doeth good, Not even one is found. These men of evil deeds Will they no knowledge gain, Who feed upon my people’s woes And prayer to God disdain? The day is drawing nigh When they shall fear and quail For God shall scatter and destroy Those who His saints assail. Yea, God will put to shame And make them flee away, For He will cast them off in wrath And fill them with dismay. O would that Zion’s help Were out of Zion come! O would that God might early bring His captive people home! When God from distant lands His exiled ones shall bring, His people shall exultant be, And gladly they shall sing.

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Psalms 53:5

• [Psa 53:5] Foes Of Zion Quake For Fright, The

  The foes of Zion quake for fright, Where no fear was they quail; For well they know that sword of might Which cuts through coats of mail. The Lord of old defiled their shields, And laughed their spears to scorn, Their bones lay scattered o’er the field, By dogs and vultures torn. Let Zion’s foes be filled with shame; Her sons are blessed of God; Though scoffers now despise their name The Lord shall break their rod. Oh, would our God to Zion turn, God with salvation clad; Then Judah’s harps should music learn, And Israel be glad.

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Psalms 90:10

• [Psa 90:10] And Am I Only Born To Die?

  And am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature’s stern decree? What after death for me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains, To all eternity? How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve And props the house of clay? My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against the fatal day. No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone: If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before The inexorable throne! No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment’s misery, or joy; But O! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destined place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends, or angels spend? Nothing is worth a thought beneath But how I may escape the death That never, never dies; How make mine own election sure, And, when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies. Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, Be Thou my guide, be Thou my way To glorious happiness; Ah, write the pardon on my heart, And whensoe’er I hence depart, Let me depart in peace.

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• [Psa 90:10] And Let This Feeble Body Fail

  And let this feeble body fail, And let it droop and die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high; Shall join the disembodied saints, And find its long sought rest, That only bliss for which it pants, In my Redeemer’s breast. In hope of that immortal crown I now the cross sustain, And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain: I suffer out my threescore years, Till my Deliverer come, And wipe away His servant’s tears, And take His exile home. O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise: I see a world of spirits bright, Who taste the pleasures there; They all are robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear. O what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, Thou count me meet With that enraptured host to appear, And worship at Thy feet! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away, But let me find them all again In that eternal day.

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• [Psa 90:10] All Men Living Are But Mortal

  All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only through death’s gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav’nly love joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I’ll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer’s merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus’ death my source of bliss. Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain; Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth’s sadness For the home of heav’nly gladness, Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: “Holy, holy, holy Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!” Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned, All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tone victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. Oh, the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine, Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine, Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away.

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Psalms 127:2

• [Psa 127:2] He Giveth His Beloved Sleep

  Sorrow and care may meet, The tempest cloud may low’r, The surge of sin may beat Upon earth’s troubled shore; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. The din of war may roll, With all her raging flight, Grief may oppress the soul, Throughout the weary nigh; God doth His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep. In childhood’s winsome page, In manhood’s joyous bloom, In feebleness and age, In death’s dark gathering gloom, God will His own in safety keep, He giveth His belovèd sleep, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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• [Psa 127:2] Joy And Light

  Joy and light, joy and light, Over the crystal sea; Come, come, soft and bright, Over the crystal sea. Come on your snowy pinions white, Come in the silent calm of night, Watch when the pale stars keep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Love and rest, love and rest, Carol in silver tone; Glad songs, pure and blest, Carol in silver tone. Come from the fadeless flowers that grow, Come from the sparkling streams that flow, Come in the midnight deep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep. Voice divine, voice divine, Speak, and our souls shall hear; Sweet, sweet words are Thine, Speak, and our souls shall hear. Tell of a cloudless region fair, Tell of the many mansions there, Speak to the hearts that weep, Bring the troubled one, Bring the weary one sleep.

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• [Psa 127:2] Of All The Thoughts Of God

  Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the psalmist’s music deep, Now tell me if there any is, For gift or grace surpassing this: “He giveth His belovèd sleep”? What would we give to our beloved? The hero’s heart to be unmoved, The poet’s star tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot’s voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch’s crown, to light the brows? He giveth His belovèd sleep. “Sleep soft, belovèd!” we sometimes say, Who have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His belovèd sleep. His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His belovèd sleep.

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