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 30:1

• [Psa 30:1] O Lord, By Thee Delivered

  O Lord, by Thee delivered, I Thee with songs extol; My foes Thou hast not suffered to glory o’er my fall. O Lord, my God, I sought Thee, and Thou didst heal and save; Thou, Lord, from death didst ransom and keep me from the grave. His holy Name remember, ye saints, give thanks and praise; His anger lasts a moment, His favor all our days; For sorrow, like a pilgrim, may tarry for a night, But joy the heart will gladden when dawns the morning light. In prosperous days I boasted, “Unmoved I shall remain”; For Lord, Thy good favor my cause didst maintain; I soon was sorely troubled, for Thou didst hide Thy face; I cried to Thee, Jehovah, I sought Jehovah’s grace. What profit if I perish, if life Thou dost not spare? Shall dust repeat Thy praises, shall it Thy truth declare? O Lord, on me have mercy, and my petition hear; That Thou mayst be my Helper, in mercy, Lord, appear. My grief is turned to gladness, to Thee my thanks I raise; Who hast removed my sorrow and girded me with praise; And now, no longer silent, my heart Thy praise will sing; O Lord, my God, forever my thanks to Thee I bring.

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• [Psa 30:1] O, Lord, My God

  O Lord, my God! I will keep on thanking You—forever O, Father! O Lord, my God! I will keep on thanking You—forever O, Father! You lift me up, You keep my enemies away. My soul sings of your faithfulness! You’re my Foundation, Lord, a rock that I can lean on. Your Word will live forevermore! I know, my Lord, that You have ransomed me from death. O, help me never to forget! Into Your hands do I commit my grateful spirit, With You I will not be afraid! O, Lord, my God, how You have filled my emptiness. I’m like a stream, You’re like the rain. O, Lord my God, now I can see Your plan for me—ev’rywhere I go, there You will be! Repeat Chorus

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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 51:4

• [Psa 51:4] In Evil Long I Took Delight

  In evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career. I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood, Who fixed His languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood. Sure, never to my latest breath, Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke. My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair, I saw my sins His blood had spilt, And helped to nail Him there. A second look He gave, which said, “I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou mayst live.” Thus, while His death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too.

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Psalms 71:18

• [Psa 71:18] From Days Of Early Youth, O God

  From days of early youth, O God, By Thee have I been taught, And faithfully have I declared The wonders Thou hast wrought. O gracious God, forsake me not When I am old and gray, That unto those that follow me I may Thy might display. Thy perfect righteousness, O God, The height of Heav’n exceeds, O who is like to Thee, who hast Performed such mighty deeds? Thou Who hast sent me many griefs, Wilt yet my soul restore, And out of sorrow’s lowest depths Wilt bring me forth once more. O turn again and comfort me, My waning strength increase, And for Thy faithfulness, O God, My praise shall never cease. Thou Holy One of Israel, To Thee sweet songs I raise; The soul Thou hast redeemed from death Shall give Thee joyful praise. My enemies that seek my hurt Thy help has put to shame; My thankful tongue will ceaselessly Thy righteousness proclaim.

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• [Psa 71:18] O Gracious God, Forsake Me Not

  O gracious God, forsake me not, When I am old and gray, That unto those that follow me I may Thy might display. Thy perfect righteousness, O God, The height of Heav’n exceeds; O who is like to Thee, who hast Performed such mighty deeds? Thou Who hast sent me many griefs Wilt yet my soul restore, And out of sorrow’s lowest depths Wilt bring me forth once more. O turn again and comfort me, My waning strength increase, And for Thy faithfulness, O God, My praise shall never cease. Thou Holy One of Israel, To Thee sweet songs I raise; The soul Thou hast redeemed from death Shall give Thee joyful praise.

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