Psalms 61:5

• [Psa 61:5] Blessed Master, I Have Promised

  Blessèd Master, I have promised, Hear my solemn vow; Take this pledge of mine and seal it Here and now. Strength of mine is only weakness, Thine is strength indeed; Strengthen me in fullest measure As I need. Let no worldly cares nor pleasures Call my heart away; Save me, Lord, and keep me faithful Day by day.
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Psalms 61:8

• [Psa 61:8] Laborer’s Noon-day Hymn, The

  Up to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim: Nor will He turn His ear aside From holy offerings at noontide: Then here reposing let us raise A song of gratitude and praise. What though our burthen be not light, We need not toil from morn to night; The respite of the mid-day hour Is in the thankful creature’s power. Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That, drawn from this one hour of rest, Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God! Each field is then a hallowed spot, An altar is in each man’s cot, A church in every grove that spreads Its living roof above our heads. Look up to Heaven! the industrious sun Already half his race hath run; ‘He’ cannot halt nor go astray, But our immortal spirits may. Lord! since his rising in the East, If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from Thy love’s abundant source, What yet remains of this day’s course: Help with Thy grace, through life’s short day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest.

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Psalms 65:1

• [Psa 65:1] Before Thee, Lord, A People Waits

  Before Thee, Lord, a people waits To praise Thy Name in Zion’s gates, To Thee shall vows be paid; Thou Hearer of the suppliant’s prayer, To Thee in need shall all repair To seek Thy gracious aid. How great my trespasses appear; But Thou from guilt my soul will clear, And my transgressions hide. How blest Thy chosen, who by grace Are brought within Thy dwelling place That they may there abide. The goodness of Thy house, O Lord, The joys Thy holy courts afford, Our souls shall satisfy; By deeds of might, in justice wrought, The Lord will grant us what we sought, Our Savior, God Most High. On Thy sustaining arm depend, To earth and sea’s remotest end, All men in every age; Thy strength establishes the hills, Thy word the roaring billows stills, And calms the peoples’ rage. The tribes of earth’s remotest lands Behold the tokens of Thy hands And bow in godly fear; The east, where beams the morning light, The west, in evening glories bright, Rejoice, for Thou art near.

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• [Psa 65:1] For Thee, O God, Our Constant Praise

  For Thee, O God, our constant praise In Zion waits, Thy chosen seat; Our promised altars we will raise, And there our zealous vows complete. O Thou, who to my humble prayer Didst always bend Thy listening ear, To Thee shall all mankind repair, And at Thy gracious throne appear. Our sins, though numberless, in vain, To stop Thy flowing mercy try; Whilst Thou o’erlook’st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye. Blest is the man, who, near Thee placed, Within Thy sacred dwelling lies! While we, at humbler distance, taste The vast delights Thy temple gives.

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• [Psa 65:1] Praise For Thee, Lord, In Zion Waits

  Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits; Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, And find through Christ salvation there. Our spirits faint; our sins prevail; Leave not our trembling hearts to fail: O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, And still be found the sinner’s friend. How blest Thy saints! how safely led! How surely kept! how richly fed! Savior of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in Thee. Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills; Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, And earthy Thou bounty wide displays. The year is with Thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles and owns her King. Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour; The moral waste within restore; O let Thy love our springtide be, And make us all bear fruit to Thee.

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• [Psa 65:1] Praise Waits For Thee In Zion

  Praise waits for Thee in Zion; all tribes shall worship there And pay their vows before Thee, O God Who hearest prayer. Our sins rise up against us, prevailing day by day, But Thou wilt show us mercy and take their guilt away. How blest the ones Thou callest and bringest near to Thee, That in Thy courts forever their dwelling place may be; They shall within Thy temple be satisfied with grace, And filled with all the goodness of Thy most holy place. O God of our salvation, since Thou dost love the right, Thou wilt an answer send us in wondrous deeds of might. In all earth’s habitations, on all the boundless sea, We find no sure reliance, no peace, apart from Thee. Thy might sets fast the mountains; strength girds Thee evermore To calm the raging peoples and still the ocean’s roar. Thy majesty and greatness are through all lands confessed, And joy on earth Thou sendest afar from east to west.

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