Psalms 89:26

• [Psa 89:26] My God, My Father, Blissful Name!

  My God, my Father, blissful Name! O may I call Thee mine? May I, with sweet assurance, claim A portion so divine? This only can my fears control, And bid my sorrows fly: What harm can ever reach my soul, Beneath my Father’s eye? Whate’er Thy providence denies, I calmly would resign; For Thou art just, and good, and wise; O bend my will to Thine. Whate’er Thy sacred will ordains, O give me strength to bear; And let me know my Father reigns, And trust His tender care. If pain and sickness rend this frame, And life almost depart, Is not Thy mercy still the same, To cheer my drooping heart? My God, my Father! be Thy Name My solace and my stay; O wilt Thou seal my humble claim, And drive my fears away?

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Psalms 103:13

• [Psa 103:13] Like As A Father

  When silent falls the gushing tear, O’er cheeks grown pale with care; And on the heart a cross is laid That seems too hard to bear, Remember what our Lord has said, And trust, in weal or woe, His holy Word, that changeth not, Though uttered years ago. Refrain “Like as a father pitieth His children, So the Lord pitieth them that fear Him, So the Lord pitieth them that fear Him.” When one by one our treasured hopes Like autumn leaves decay, And they who made our life most dear Are borne from us away, O look beyond the veil of time, Where springs of comfort flow, And trust His Word, that changeth not, Though uttered years ago. Refrain The clouds that bode the darkest hour The purest light may bring; The heart that mourns its broken chords The sweetest song may sing; Though oft a rugged path we tread, Yet this one thing we know, God’s holy Word can never change, Though uttered years ago. Refrain

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• [Psa 103:13] Tender Love A Father Has, The

  The tender love a father has For all his children dear, Such love the Lord bestows on them Who worship Him in fear. The Lord remembers we are dust, And all our frailty knows; Man’s days are like the tender grass, And as the flower he grows. The flower is withered by the wind That smites with blighting breath; So man is quickly swept away Before the blast of death. Unchanging is the love of God, From age to age the same, Displayed to all who do His will And reverence His Name. Those who His gracious cov’nant keep The Lord will ever bless; Their children’s children shall rejoice To see His righteousness.

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