Psalms 68:17

• [Psa 68:17] Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

  Refrain Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan, and what did I see? Coming for to carry me home, A band of angels coming after me, Coming for to carry me home. Refrain If you get there before I do, Coming for to carry me home, Tell all my friends I’m coming, too. Coming for to carry me home. Refrain I’m sometimes up and sometimes down, Coming for to carry me home, But still my soul feels heavenly bound, Coming for to carry me home. Refrain The brightest day that I can say, Coming for to carry me home, When Jesus washed my sins away, Coming for to carry me home. Refrain

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Psalms 68:24

• [Psa 68:24] My God, My King, Thy Praise I Sing

  My God, my King, Thy praise I sing, My heart is all Thine own; My highest powers, my choicest hours, I yield to Thee alone. My voice awake, thy part to take; My soul, the concert join; Till all around shall catch the sound, And mix their hymns with mine. But man is weak Thy praise to speak; Your God, ye angels, sing; ’Tis yours to see, more near than we, The glories of our King. His truth and grace fill time and space; As large His honors be Till all that live their homage give And praise my God with me.

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Psalms 72:19

• [Psa 72:19] Heavenly Father, Sovereign Lord

  Heavenly Father, sovereign Lord, Ever faithful to Thy word, Humbly we our seal set to, Testify that Thou art true. Lo! for us the wilds are glad, All in cheerful green arrayed, Opening sweets they all disclose, Bud and blossom as the rose. Hark! the wastes have found a voice, Lonely deserts now rejoice, Gladsome hallelujahs sing, All around with praises ring. Lo! abundantly they bloom, Lebanon is hither come, Carmel’s stores the heavens dispense, Sharon’s fertile excellence. See, these barren souls of ours Bloom, and put forth fruits and flowers, Flowers of Eden, fruits of grace, Peace, and joy, and righteousness. We behold (the abjects we!) Christ, the incarnate Deity, Christ, in whom Thy glories shine, Excellence of strength divine. Ye that tremble at his frown, He shall lift your hands cast down; Christ, who all your weakness sees, He shall prop your feeble knees. Ye of fearful hearts, be strong; Jesus will not tarry long; Fear not lest his truth should fail, Jesus is unchangeable. God, your God, shall surely come, Quell your foes, and seal their doom, He shall come and save you too; We, O Lord, have found thee true! Blind we were, but now we see, Deal; we hearken now to thee, Dumb, for thee our tongues employ, Lame, and, lo! we leap for joy. Faint we were, and parched with drought, Water at Thy word gushed out, Streams of grace our thirst repress, Starting from the wilderness; Still we gasp Thy grace to know, Here for ever let it flow, Make the thirsty land a pool; Fix the Spirit in our soul. Heavenly Father, sovereign Lord, Be Thy glorious Name adored! Lord, Thy mercies never fail; Hail, celestial Goodness, hail! Though unworthy of Thine ear, Deign our humble songs to hear; Purer praise we hope to bring, When around Thy throne we sing. While on earth ordained to stay, Guide our footsteps in Thy way, Till we come to dwell with Thee, Till we all Thy glory see. When, with angel harps again, We will wake a nobler strain; There, in joyful songs of praise, Our triumphant songs we raise. Grateful notes and numbers bring; While Jehovah’s praise we sing: Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Be Thy glorious name adored. Men on earth, and saints above, Sing the great Redeemer’s love: Lord, Thy mercies never fail! Hail, celestial goodness, hail! Though unworthy, Lord, Thine ear, Our humble hallelujahs hear; Purer praise hope to bring When with saints we stand and sing. Lead us to that blissful state, Where Thou reignest supremely great; Look with pity from Thy throne, And send Thy Holy Spirit down. While on earth ordained to stay Guide our footsteps in Thy way; Till we come to reign with Thee, And all Thy glorious greatness see. Then with angels we’ll again Wake a louder, louder strain; There, in joyful songs of praise, We’ll our grateful voices raise. There no tongue shall silent be: There all shall join sweet harmony; That through heaven’s all spacious round, Thy praise, O God, may ever sound!

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• [Psa 72:19] Lord Of The Harvest! It Is Right And Meet

  Lord of the harvest! it is right and meet That we should lay our first-fruits at Thy feet With joyful Alleluia. Sweet is the soul’s thanksgiving after prayer; Sweet is the worship that with Heav’n we share, Who sing the Alleluia! Lowly we prayed, and Thou didst hear on high— Didst lift our hearts and change our suppliant cry To festal Alleluia. So sing we now in tune with that great song, That all the age of ages shall prolong, The endless Alleluia. To Thee, O Lord of Harvest, who hast heard, And to Thy white robed reapers giv’n the word, We sing our Alleluia. O Christ, who in the wide world’s ghostly sea Hast bid the net be cast anew, to Thee We sing our Alleluia. To Thee, eternal Spirit, who again Hast moved with life upon the slumbrous main, We sing our Alleluia. Yea, West and East the companies go forth; “We come!” is sounding to the South and North; To God sing Alleluia. The fishermen of Jesus far away Seek in new waters an immortal prey; To Christ the Alleluia. The Holy Dove is brooding o’er the deep, And careless hearts are waking out of sleep; To Him sing Alleluia. Yea, for sweet hope new-born—blest work begun— Sing Alleluia to the Three in One, Adoring Alleluia. Glory to God! the Church in patience cries; Glory to God! the Church at rest replies, With endless Alleluia.

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• [Psa 72:19] To Our Redeemer’s Glorious Name

  To our Redeemer’s glorious Name Awake the sacred song: O may His love—immortal flame— Tune every heart and tongue. His love, what mortal tongue can reach? What mortal tongue display? Imagination’s utmost stretch In wonder dies away. Let wonder still with love unite, And gratitude and joy; Be Jesus our supreme delight, His praise our best employ. Jesus, who left His throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came on earth to bleed and die— Was ever love like this? Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to Thee, May every heart with rapture say, The Savior died for me. O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love Thy charming Name, And join the sacred song.

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Psalms 85:9

• [Psa 85:9] From Ocean Unto Ocean

  From ocean unto ocean, our land shall own Thee Lord, And, filled with true devotion, obey Thy sovereign Word: Our prairies and our mountains, the woods and fertile field, Our rivers, lakes and fountains, to Thee shall tribute yield. O Christ, for Thine own glory, and for our country’s weal, We humbly plead before Thee, Thyself in us reveal; And may we know, Lord Jesus, the touch of Thy dear hand; And, healed of our diseases, the tempter’s power withstand. Where error smites with blindness, enslaves and leads astray, Do Thou in lovingkindness proclaim Thy Gospel day, Till all the tribes and races that dwell in this fair land, Adorned with Christian graces, within Thy courts shall stand. Our Savior King, defend us, and guide where we should go; Forth with Thy message send us, Thy love and light to show, Till, fired with true devotion, enkindled by Thy word, From ocean unto ocean our land shall own Thee Lord.

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• [Psa 85:9] Salvation Is Forever Nigh

  Salvation is for ever nigh The souls that fear and trust the Lord And grace descending from on high Fresh hopes of glory shall afford. Mercy and truth on earth are met Since Christ the Lord came down from Heav’n; By His obedience so complete, Justice is pleased, and peace is giv’n. Now truth and honor shall abound, Religion dwell on earth again, And heav’nly influence bless the ground In our Redeemer’s gentle reign. His righteousness is gone before To give us free access to God; Our wand’ring feet shall stray no more, But mark His steps and keep the road.

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Psalms 104:1

• [Psa 104:1] Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned

  Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior’s brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o’erflow, His lips with grace o’erflow. To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue Its noblest tribute bring When He’s the subject of the song, Who can refuse to sing? Who can refuse to sing? Survey the beauties of His face, And on His glories dwell; Think of the wonders of His grace, And all His triumphs tell, And all His triumphs tell. No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair Who fill the heav’nly train, Who fill the heav’nly train. He saw me plunged in deep distress And flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross And carried all my grief, And carried all my grief. His hand a thousand blessings pours Upon my guilty head: His presence gilds my darkest hours, And guards my sleeping bed, And guards my sleeping bed. To Him I owe my life and breath And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death And saves me from the grave, And saves me from the grave. To Heav’n, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete, And makes my joys complete. Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine, Lord, they should all be Thine.

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• [Psa 104:1] Majesty

  Majesty, worship his majesty; Unto Jesus be all glory, honor, and praise. Majesty, kingdom authority, Flow from his throne unto his own, his anthem raise. So exalt, lift up on high the name of Jesus. Magnify, come glorify Christ Jesus, the King. Majesty, worship his majesty, Jesus who died, now glorified, King of all kings.
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• [Psa 104:1] My Soul, Bless The Lord!

  My soul, bless the Lord! the Lord is most great, With glory arrayed, majestic His state; The light is His garment, the skies are his shade, And over the waters His courts has He laid. He rides on the clouds, the wings of the storm, The lightning and wind His mission perform; The earth He has founded her station to keep, And wrapped as a vesture about her the deep. O’er mountain and plain the dark waters raged; His voice they obeyed, the floods were assuaged; Uplifting the mountains He ordered a bound, Forbidding the waters to cover the ground. He causes the springs of water to flow In streams ’mid the hills and valleys below; Beside them with singing the birds greet the day, And there the beasts gather their thirst to allay. He waters the hills with rain from the skies, And plentiful grass and herbs He supplies, Supplying the cattle, and blessing man’s toil With bread in abundance, with wine and with oil. The trees which the Lord has planted are fed, And over the earth their branches are spread; They keep in their shelter the birds of the air, The life of each creature the Lord makes His care. Thy Spirit, O Lord, makes life to abound, The earth is renewed, and fruitful the ground; To God ascribe glory and wisdom and might, Let God in His creatures forever delight. Rejoicing in God, my thought shall be sweet, While sinners depart in ruin complete; My soul, bless Jehovah, His Name be adored, Come, praise Him, ye people, and worship the Lord.

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• [Psa 104:1] O Worship The King

  O worship the King, all glorious above, O gratefully sing His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space, His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. The earth with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old; Established it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. O measureless might! Ineffable love! While angels delight to worship Thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall all sing Thy praise. My foule praise the Lord, speake good of his Name, O Lord our great God how doeft thou appeare, So passing in glorie, that great is thy fame, Honour and maieftie, in thee fhine moft cleare. His chamber beames lie, in the clouds full fure, Which as his chariot, are made him to beare. And there with much fwitneff his courfe doth endure: Vpon the wings riding, of winds in the aire.

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• [Psa 104:1] Tell Out, My Soul

  Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord! Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice; Tender to me the promise of His Word; In God my Savior shall my heart rejoice. Tell out, my soul, the greatness of His Name! Make known His might, the deeds His arm has done; His mercy sure, from age to age the same; His holy Name, the Lord, the mighty One. Tell out, my soul, the greatness of His might! Powers and dominions lay their glory by; Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight; The hungry fed, the humble lifted high. Tell out, my soul, the glories of His Word! Firm is His promise, and His mercy sure. Tell out my soul, the greatness of the Lord To children’s children and forevermore!

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