Psalms 73:23

• [Psa 73:23] Hold Thou My Hand

  Hold Thou my hand; so weak I am, and helpless, I dare not take one step without Thy aid; Hold Thou my hand; for then, O loving Savior, No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid. Hold Thou my hand, and closer, closer draw me To Thy dear self—my hope, my joy, my all; Hold Thou my hand, lest haply I should wander, And, missing Thee, my trembling feet should fall. Hold Thou my hand; the way is dark before me Without the sunlight of Thy face divine; But when by faith I catch its radiant glory, What heights of joy, what rapturous songs are mine! Hold Thou my hand, that when I reach the margin Of that lone river Thou didst cross for me, A heavenly light may flash along its waters, And every wave like crystal bright shall be.

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• [Psa 73:23] Hold Thou My Hands!

  Hold Thou my hands! In grief and joy, in hope and fear, Lord, let me feel that Thou art near: Hold Thou my hands! If e’er by doubts Of Thy good fatherhood depressed, I cannot find in Thee my rest: Hold Thou my hands! Hold Thou my hands! These passionate hands too quick to smite, These hands so eager for delight: Hold Thou my hands! And when at length, With darkened eyes and fingers cold, I seek some last loved hand to hold, Hold Thou my hands!

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• [Psa 73:23] In Doubt And Temptation

  In doubt and temptation I rest, Lord, in Thee; My hand is in Thy hand, Thou carest for me; My soul with Thy counsel through life Thou wilt guide, And afterward make me in glory abide. Refrain My God, I will extol Thee And ever bless Thy Name; Each day will I give thanks to Thee And all Thy praise proclaim. In glory Thou only my portion shall be, On earth for none other I long for but Thee; My flesh and heart falter, but God is my stay, The strength of my spirit, my portion for aye. Refrain All they that forsake Thee must perish and die, But near to my Savior most blessèd am I; I make Thee my refuge, my Lord and my God; Thy grace and Thy glory I publish abroad. Refrain

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• [Psa 73:23] O Take My Hand, Dear Father

  O take my hand, dear Father, and lead Thou me, Till at my journey’s ending I dwell with Thee. Alone I cannot wander one single day, So do Thou guide my footsteps on life’s rough way. O cover with Thy mercy my poor, weak heart, Lest I in joy or sorrow from Thee depart. Permit Thy child to linger here at Thy feet, Thy goodness blindly trusting with faith complete. Though oft Thy power but faintly may stir my soul, With Thee, my Light in darkness, I reach the goal. Take then my hand, dear Father, and lead Thou me, Till at my journey’s ending I dwell with Thee.

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• [Psa 73:23] Why Should Cross And Trial Grieve Me?

  Why should cross and trial grieve me? Christ is near with His cheer, Never will He leave me. Who can rob me of the Heaven That God’s Son for my own To my faith hath given? Though a heavy cross I’m bearing And my heart feels the smart, Shall I be despairing? God, my Helper, who doth send it, Well doth know all my woe And how best to end it. Hopeful, cheerful, and undaunted Everywhere they appear Who in Christ are planted. Death itself cannot appall them, They rejoice when the voice Of their Lord doth call them. Death cannot destroy forever; From our fears, cares and tears It will us deliver. It will close life’s mournful story, Make a way that we may Enter heavenly glory. What is all this life possesses? But a hand full of sand That the heart distresses. Noble gifts that pall me never Christ, our Lord, will accord To His saints forever. Lord, my Shepherd, take me to Thee. Thou art mine; I was Thine Even ere I knew Thee. I am Thine, for Thou hast bought me; Lost I stood, but Thy blood Free salvation bought me. Thou art mine; I love and own Thee. Light of Joy, ne’er shall I From my heart dethrone Thee. Savior, let me soon behold Thee Face to face—may Thy grace Evermore enfold me!

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Psalms 139:10

• [Psa 139:10] Great God, We Sing Your Mighty Hand

  Great God, we sing Your mighty hand By which supported still we stand; The opening year Your mercy shows, That mercy crowns it ’til its close. By day, by night, at home, abroad, Still are we guarded by our God, By His incessant bounty fed, By His unerring counsel led. With grateful hearts the past we own; The future, all to us unknown, We to Thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before Thy feet. In scenes exalted or depressed, You are our joy, and You our rest; Your goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored through all our changing days. When death shall interrupt our songs And seal in silence mortal tongues, In fairer realms, O God, shall we Your praises sing eternally.

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Psalms 149:6

• [Psa 149:6] O Lord, ’tis Matter Of High Praise

  O Lord, ’tis matter of high praise, Thy Word on us doth shine, But happy they who feel its rays, And glorious power divine. O let poor sinners feel their sin Prick them, as with a sword; And purge out all that filth within; So will we praise Thy Word. Enlightened souls have cause to sing, Who wounded were by Thee; True cause of joy to such doth spring; For they, Lord, healèd be. And now in robes most richly decked, They to the King are brought; Surpassing angels, for have they A robe so richly wrought. We therefore throw our crowns below Thy high and glorious throne; And must all say, both night and day, Thou worthy art alone, All glory, power, and praise to have, By us forevermore; Thus let us sing unto our King, And Him in heart adore.

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