Psalms 68:7-8

• [Psa 68:8] God Saved His People From Distress

  God saved His people from distress And led them through the wilderness; Then mountains trembled in their place, The heav’ns were bowed before His face. With copious showers Thou didst assuage The thirsting of Thy heritage; Thy congregation dwelt secure; Thou, God, art gracious to the poor. With glorious pomp our King and God Has entered into His abode With sacred minstrelsy and song, While maidens with their timbrels throng. Assemble ye before His face, All ye that spring from Israel’s race; Ye chosen tribes with one accord Come ye, and bless your God, the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 68:8] Lift Up To God The Voice Of Praise

  Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired; Loud and more loud the anthem raise, With grateful ardor fired. Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose tender care sustains Our feeble frame, encompassed round With death’s unnumbered pains. Lift up to God the voice of praise Whose goodness, passing thought, Loads every minute, as it flies, With benefits unsought. Lift up to God the voice of praise From Whom salvation flows; Who sent His Son our souls to save From everlasting woes. Lift up to God the voice of praise, For hope’s transporting ray, Which lights through darkest shades of death To realms of endless day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal