Psalms 51:17

• [Psa 51:17] O Hope Of Every Contrite Heart

  O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek! But what to those who find? Ah this—Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones show. Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize will be; Jesus, be Thou our glory now, And through eternity.
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Psalms 73:28

• [Psa 73:28] Delay Not, O Sinner, Draw Near

  Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near. The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Savior is here; Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, For mercy still lingers and calls thee today. Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take His sad flight, And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, To sink in the gloom of eternity’s night. Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand, The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade; The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand; What helper, then, sinner, shall lend thee his aid? Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus thy God? A fountain is open, how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleansed in His pardoning blood?

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• [Psa 73:28] Ye Neighbors And Friends Of Jesus

  Ye neighbors, and friends of Jesus, draw near: His love condescends by titles so dear To call and invite you His triumph to prove, And freely delight you in Jesus’ love. The Shepherd Who died His sheep to redeem, On every side are gathered to Him The weary and burdened, the reprobate race; And wait to be pardoned through Jesus’ grace. The blind are restored through Jesus’ Name, They see their dear Lord, and follow the Lamb; The halt they are walking, and running their race; The dumb they are talking of Jesus’ grace. The deaf hear His voice and comforting Word, It bids them rejoice in Jesus their Lord, “Thy sins are forgiven, accepted thou art”; They listen, and heaven springs up in their heart. The lepers from all their spots are made clean, The dead by His call are raised from their sin; In Jesus’ compassion the sick find a cure, And Gospel salvation is preached to the poor. To us and to them is published the Word: Then let us proclaim our life giving Lord, Who now is reviving His work in our days, And mightily striving to save us by grace. O Jesus! ride on till all are subdued, Thy mercy make known, and sprinkle Thy blood; Display Thy salvation, and teach the new song To every nation, and people, and tongue.

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Psalms 77:1

• [Psa 77:1] To God I Cried With Mournful Voice

  To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought His gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, Thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called Thy judgments o’er. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld Thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold Thy grace. I called Thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? Will He for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has He forgot His tender love? Shall anger still prevail? But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what Thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. I’ll think again of all Thy ways, And talk Thy wonders o’er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love Thy Word Have in Thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord.

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Psalms 83:1

• [Psa 83:1] O God, No Longer Hold Thy Peace

  O God, no longer hold Thy peace, No longer silent be; Thine enemies lift up their head To fight Thy saints and Thee. Against Thine own, whom Thou dost love, Their craft Thy foes employ; They think to cut Thy people off, Thy church they would destroy. Thine ancient foes, conspiring still, With one consent agree, And they who with Thy people strive Make war, O God, on Thee. O God, who in our fathers’ time Didst smite our foes and Thine, So smite Thine enemies today Who in their pride combine. Make them like dust and stubble blown Before the whirlwind dire, In terror driv’n before the storm Of Thy consuming fire. Confound them in their sin till they To Thee for pardon fly, Till in dismay they, trembling, own That Thou art God Most High.

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