Psalms 6:1

• [Psa 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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• [Psa 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

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Psalms 38:1

• [Psa 38:1] Amidst Thy Wrath Remember Love

  Amidst Thy wrath remember love, Restore Thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father’s chastening prove Like an avenger’s sword. Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no rest. My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’atone. My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father’s frown. Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my powers are whole: The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. All my desire to Thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh, and every groan, Is noticed by Thine ear. Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry; My God will bear my spirit up, When Satan bids me die. My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see’t; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet. But I’ll confess my guilt to Thee, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before Thy servant die.

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• [Psa 38:1] In Thy Wrath And Hot Displeasure

  In Thy wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not Thy servant, Lord; Let Thy mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by Thine indignation, I am troubled by my sin. With my burden of transgression Heavy laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. Weak and wounded, I implore Thee: Lord, to me Thy mercy show; All my prayer is now before Thee, All my trouble Thou dost know. Darkness gathers, foes assail me. But I answer not a word; All my friends desert and fail me, Only Thou my cry hast heard. Lord, in Thee I am confiding; Thou wilt answer when I call, Lest my foes, the good deriding, Triumph in Thy servant’s fall. I am prone to halt and stumble, Grief and sorrow dwell within, Shame and guilt my spirit humble, I am sorry for my sin. Foes about my soul are closing, Full of hatred, false and strong; Choosing good, I find opposing All who love and do the wrong. Lord, my God, do not forsake me, Let me know that Thou art near, Under Thy protection take me, As my Savior now appear.

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Psalms 127:1

• [Psa 127:1] Father Of Men, In Whom Are One

  Father of men, in Whom are one All humankind beneath Thy sun, Stablish our work in Thee begun. Except the house be built of Thee, In vain the builder’s toil must be: O strengthen our infirmity. Man lives not for himself alone, In others’ good he finds his own; Life’s worth in fellowship is known. We, friends and comrades on life’s way, Gather within these walls to pray: Bless Thou our fellowship today. O Christ, our Elder Brother, who By serving man God’s will didst do, Help us to serve our brethren, too. Guide us to seek the things above, The base to shun, the pure approve, To live by Thy free law of love. In all our work, in all our play, Be with us, Lord, our Friend, our Stay; Lead onward to the perfect day: Then may we know, earth’s lesson o’er, With comrades missed or gone before, Heav’n’s fellowship for evermore.

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• [Psa 127:1] O Father, All Creating

  O Father, all creating, Whose wisdom, love, and power First bound two lives together In Eden’s primal hour, Today to these Thy children Thine earliest gifts renew, A home by Thee made happy, A love by Thee kept true. O Savior, Guest most bounteous Of old in Galilee, Vouchsafe today Thy presence With these who call on Thee; Their store of earthly gladness Transform to heavenly wine, And teach them, in the tasting, To know the gift is Thine. O Spirit of the Father, Breathe on them from above, So mighty in Thy pureness, So tender in Thy love; That, guarded by Thy presence, From sin and strife kept free, Their lives may own Thy guidance, Their hearts be ruled by Thee. Except Thou build it, Father, The house is built in vain; Except Thou, Savior, bless it, The joy will turn to pain; But naught can break the union Of hearts in Thee made one; And love Thy Spirit hallows Is endless love begun.

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• [Psa 127:1] Unless The Lord The House Shall Build

  Unless the Lord the house shall build, The weary builders toil in vain; Unless the Lord the city shield, The guards a useless watch maintain. In vain you rise ere morning break, And late your nightly vigils keep, And of the bread of toil partake; God gives to His belovèd sleep. Lo, children are a great reward, A gift from God in very truth; With arrows is his quiver stored Who joys in children of his youth. And blest the man whose age is cheered By stalwart sons and daughters fair; No enemies by him are feared, No lack of love, no want of care.

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• [Psa 127:1] We Cannot Build Alone

  We cannot build alone; to rear, great God, to Thee, A house which Thou wilt own, Thou must the builder be. Not by our might, but Thy power, Must dome and tower take upward flight, Must dome and tower take upward flight. Were all the stones that lie unquarried ’neath the sod Piled up against the sky, it were not worthy God. To make this dear, Lord, condescend Thy head to bend and enter here, Thy head to bend and enter here. Let faith here rear to God! Here love erect her thrones! A house for Thine abode be built of lively stones! We do not err, O Holy Ghost! Pure hearts Thou dost to fanes prefer, Pure hearts Thou dost to fanes prefer. The heavenly only stands: Earth briefly typifies The House not made with hands, eternal in the skies— We see its towers: how sweet to know, When hence we go, that House is ours! When hence we go, that House is ours!

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Psalms 131:1

• [Psa 131:1] Is There Ambition In My Heart?

  Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? Lord, I appeal to Thee. I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild, Content, my Father, with Thy will, And quiet as a child. The patient soul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resigned, And trust a faithful Lord.
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• [Psa 131:1] Not Haughty Is My Heart

  Not haughty is my heart, Not lofty is my pride; I do not seek to know the things God’s wisdom hath denied. With childlike trust, O Lord, In Thee I calmly rest, Contented as a little child Upon its mother’s breast. Ye people of the Lord, In Him alone confide; From this time forth and evermore His wisdom be your guide.
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