Psalms 44:6

• [Psa 44:6] Thou Art The Mighty King Of Kings

  Thou art the mighty King of kings, The Lord of lords most high: Israel is safe beneath Thy wings; Thy servant shall not die. Through Thee we shall the victory gain, Though hosts of hell oppose: Thou art our God; and Thou wilt reign, And conquer all our foes. We trust not in our bow or sword; For weakness is our pow’r: In Thee we trust, Almighty Lord, Through every dangerous hour, To Thee we look, Thou God of love, Thy holy Name adore: Oh, may we rise to Heav’n above, To love and praise Thee more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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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  source: Cyberhymnal