Psalms 69:13

• [Psa 69:13] In Full Assurance Of Thy Grace

  In full assurance of Thy grace To Thee my prayers ascend In Thine abounding love and truth, O God, salvation send. Preserve my sinking soul, I pray, From tides of hatred save; Let not the waters overflow, Redeem me from the grave. Because Thy mercy, Lord, is good, O answer me in grace, And in the riches of Thy love O turn to me Thy face. Hide not Thy face from my distress, A speedy answer send; Draw near to me, my soul redeem, From all my foes defend. Well known to Thee is my reproach, My shame and my disgrace, The adversaries of my soul Are all before Thy face. My heart is broken by reproach, My soul is full of grief; I looked in vain for comforters, For pity and relief. They gave me bitter gall for food, And taunting words they spake, They gave me vinegar to drink, My burning thirst to slake. Their peace and plenty be their snare, In blindness let them grope; Thine indignation on them pour, And desolate their hope. Because they proudly persecute Those whom Thou, Lord, dost smite, Let them be blotted from Thy book And banished from Thy sight.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 70:1

• [Psa 70:1] Make Haste, O My God, To Deliver

  Make haste, O my God, to deliver, I pray, O Lord, to my rescue make haste; Let those who would harm me be filled with dismay, And in their own folly disgraced. Let them be turned back in confusion, O Lord, Who in my destruction would joy; Let shame and defeat be their only reward, Who sneers and derision employ. May all those who seek Thee, and make Thee their choice, Great gladness and blessedness see; May all those who love Thy salvation rejoice And constantly magnify Thee. I cry in deep need and Thy help I implore; Make haste to the rescue, I pray; My Savior Thou art, and my Strength evermore, No longer Thy coming delay.

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Psalms 83:1

• [Psa 83:1] O God, No Longer Hold Thy Peace

  O God, no longer hold Thy peace, No longer silent be; Thine enemies lift up their head To fight Thy saints and Thee. Against Thine own, whom Thou dost love, Their craft Thy foes employ; They think to cut Thy people off, Thy church they would destroy. Thine ancient foes, conspiring still, With one consent agree, And they who with Thy people strive Make war, O God, on Thee. O God, who in our fathers’ time Didst smite our foes and Thine, So smite Thine enemies today Who in their pride combine. Make them like dust and stubble blown Before the whirlwind dire, In terror driv’n before the storm Of Thy consuming fire. Confound them in their sin till they To Thee for pardon fly, Till in dismay they, trembling, own That Thou art God Most High.

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  source: Cyberhymnal