Psalms 53:6

• [Psa 53:6] O That The Lord’s Salvation

  O that the Lord’s salvation Were out of Zion come, To heal His ancient nation, To lead His outcasts home! How long the holy city Shall heathen feet profane? Return, O Lord, in pity; Rebuild her walls again. Let fall Thy rod of terror; Thy saving grace impart; Roll back the veil of error; Release the fettered heart. Let Israel, home returning, Their lost Messiah see; Give oil of joy for mourning, And bind Thy church to Thee.

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Psalms 95:1

• [Psa 95:1] Come, Christians, Join To Sing

  Come, Christians, join to sing Alleluia! Amen! Loud praise to Christ our King; Alleluia! Amen! Let all, with heart and voice, Before His throne rejoice; Praise is His gracious choice. Alleluia! Amen! Come, lift your hearts on high, Alleluia! Amen! Let praises fill the sky; Alleluia! Amen! He is our Guide and Friend; To us He’ll condescend; His love shall never end. Alleluia! Amen! Praise yet our Christ again, Alleluia! Amen! Life shall not end the strain; Alleluia! Amen! On heaven’s blissful shore, His goodness we’ll adore, Singing forevermore, “Alleluia! Amen!”

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• [Psa 95:1] Come, Let Us Tune Our Loft­i­est Song

  Come, let us tune our loftiest song And raise to Christ our joyful strain; Worship and thanks to Him belong, Who reigns and shall forever reign. His sovereign power our bodies made; Our souls are His immortal breath; And when His creatures sinned He bled To save us from eternal death. Burn, every breast with Jesus’ love; Bound every heart with rapturous joy; And saints on earth, with saints above, Your voices in His praise employ. Extol the Lamb with loftiest song; Prolong for Him your cheerful strain; Worship and thanks to Him belong, Who reigns and shall forever reign.

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• [Psa 95:1] Come, Sound His Praise Abroad

  Come, sound His praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all His own, And all the solid ground. Come, worship at His throne; Come, bow before the Lord: We are His works, and not our own; He formed us by His Word. Today attend His voice, Nor dare provoke His rod; Come, like the people of His choice, And own your gracious God. But if your ears refuse The language of His grace, And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race; The Lord, in vengeance dressed, Will lift His hand and swear, “You that despise my promised rest Shall have no portion there.”

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• [Psa 95:1] Now With Joyful Ex­ul­ta­tion

  Now with joyful exultation Let us sing Jehovah’s praise, To the Rock of our salvation Loud hosannas let us raise; Thankful tribute gladly bringing, Let us come before Him now, And with psalms His praises singing, Joyful in His presence bow. For how great a God, and glorious, Is Jehovah Whom we sing; Over idol gods victorious, Great is He, our God and King. In His hand are earth’s deep places, His the strength of all the hills, His the sea whose bounds He traces, His the land His bounty fills. To the Lord, such might revealing, Let us come with reverence meet, And, before our Maker kneeling, Let us worship at His feet. He is our own God and leads us, We the people of His care; With a shepherd’s hand He feeds us As His flock in pastures fair. While He proffers peace and pardon Let us hear His voice today, Lest, if we our hearts should harden, We should perish in the way; Lest to us, so unbelieving, He in judgment shall declare: Ye, so long My Spirit grieving, Never in My rest can share.

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• [Psa 95:1] O Come And Sing To God, The Lord

  O come and sing to the God, the Lord, To Him our voices raise; Let us in our most joyful songs The Lord, our Savior, praise. Before His presence let us come With praise and thankful voice; Let us sing joyful psalms to Him, With grateful hearts rejoice. The Lord Our God is King of kings, Above all gods His throne; The depths of earth are in His hand, The mountains are His own. To Him the spacious sea belongs, He made its waves and tides; And by His hand the rising land Was formed and still abides. O come and, bowing down to Him, Our worship let us bring; O let us praise the gracious Lord, Our Maker and our King. O come, let us sing to the Lord, To Him our voices raise; With joyful noise let us the Rock Of our salvation praise. Let us before His presence come With praise, and thankful voice; Let us sing psalms to Him with grace, And make a joyful noise. For God’s a great God, and great King; Above all gods He is. The depths of earth are in His hands; The heights of hills are His. To Him the spacious sea belongs, For He the same did make; The dry land also from His hands Its form at first did take. O come, and let us worship Him; Let us bow down withal, And on our knees before the Lord, Our Maker, let us fall.

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• [Psa 95:1] O Come Be­fore The Lord

  O come before the Lord, our King, And in His presence let us sing; Let us in glad and joyful lays The Rock of our salvation praise; Before Him come with thankful song, In joyful psalms His praise prolong. Almighty power the Lord maintains, Exalted over all He reigns; He holds the valleys in His hand, He makes the mighty mountains stand; To Him belong both land and sea, Creator of the world is He. O come and let us worship now, Before our Maker let us bow; We are His sheep and He our God, He feeds our souls in pastures broad; He safely leads us in the way; O come and heed His voice today. Take heed and harden not your heart As did your fathers, nor depart From God to follow in their ways; For with complaints instead of praise, With doubt instead of faith confessed, They put His mercy to the test. Take heed that ye provoke Him not As did your fathers, who forgot, With erring heart, God’s holy ways And grieved Him all their sinful days; To whom in wrath Jehovah sware, “My promised rest they shall not share.”

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• [Psa 95:1] O Come, Loud An­thems Let Us Sing

  O come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation’s Rock we praise. Into His presence let us haste, To thank Him for His favors past; To Him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to His Name belongs. The depths of earth are in His hand, Her secret wealth at His command; The strength of hills that reach the skies, Subjected to His empire lies. O let us to His courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Down on our knees, devoutly all, Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.

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• [Psa 95:1] Praise The Rock Of Our Sal­va­tion

  Praise the Rock of our salvation! Praise the mighty God above! Come before His sacred presence With a grateful song of love. Refrain Hallelujah! Hallelujah! He is God, and He alone. Wake the song of adoration— Come with joy before His throne! Praise the Rock of our salvation! Praise the Father’s boundless love! Praise the Lamb, our expiation! Praise the Spirit from above! Refrain Praise the Rock of our salvation! Jesus’ blood avails for sin; Jesus, at the door of mercy, Waits to let the wandr’er in. Refrain Praise the Rock of our salvation! Catch from yonder radiant clime Strains by everlasting ages, Echoed back in tones sublime. Refrain

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• [Psa 95:1] Sing To The Lord Jehovah’s Name

  Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s Name, And in His strength rejoice; When His salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. With thanks approach His awful sight, And psalms of honor sing; The Lord’s a God of endless might, The whole creation’s King. Let princes hear, and angels know, How mean their natures seem, These gods on high and gods below, When once compared with Him. Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in His spacious hand; He fixed the seas what bounds to keep, And where the hills must stand. Come, and with humble souls adore, Come, kneel before His face; O may the creatures of His power Be children of His grace! Now is the time; He bends His ear, And waits for your request; Come, lest He rouse His wrath and swear, “Ye shall not see My rest.”

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• [Psa 95:1] Sing To The Lord, The Rock Of Our Sal­va­tion

  Sing to the Lord, the Rock of our salvation! Sing to the Lord a song of joy and praise! Kneel in His presence, lowly in thanksgiving! The lofty psalm upraise! The land and sea are His, for He has made them, The valleys of the earth, its rugged hills; Corn-land and vineyards and the olive orchards, All these His mercy fills. And we, His people, sheep of His own pasture, Lambs of His bosom, whom His hand has fed, Shall we not hearken to our kindly Shepherd By Whom our feet are led? Oh, harden not your hearts, like those who wandered The desert forty years to Jordan’s strand; Humble and comforted, O chosen people, Enter the promised land.

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Psalms 102:13

• [Psa 102:13] Let Sion And Her Sons Rejoice

  Let Sion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promised hour; Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t’exalt His power. Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. The Lord will raise Jerusalem And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before His Name, And kings attend with fear. He sits a sovereign on His throne, With pity in His eyes; He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise. He frees the souls condemned to death, And when His saints complain, It sha’n’t be said, “That praying breath Was ever spent in vain.” This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord.

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Psalms 126:6

• [Psa 126:6] Bringing In The Sheaves

  Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves, Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves, Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze; By and by the harvest, and the labor ended, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain

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• [Psa 126:6] Far And Near

  Far and near the fields are teeming With the waves of ripened grain; Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sunny slope and plain. Refrain Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry; Send them now the sheaves to gather Ere the harvest time pass by. Send them forth with morn’s first beaming, Send them in the noontide’s glare; When the sun’s last rays are gleaming, Bid them gather everywhere. Refrain O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heav’nward then at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold. Refrain

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• [Psa 126:6] He That Goeth Forth With Weeping

  He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above. Soft descend the dews of heaven, Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given Through an influence all divine. Sow thy seed; be never weary; Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne’er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. Lo! the scene of verdure brightening, See the rising grain appear: Look again; the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.

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• [Psa 126:6] Sow In The Morn Thy Seed

  Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broadcast it o’er the land. Thou know’st not which may thrive, The late or early sown; God keeps His precious seed alive, When and wherever thrown. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angels reapers shall descend, And Heav’n cry, “Harvest Home.”

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Psalms 141:1

• [Psa 141:1] O Kind Creator, Bow Thine Ear

  O kind Creator, bend Thine ear To mark the cry, to know the tear Before Thy throne of mercy spent In this Thy holy fast of Lent. Our hearts are open, Lord, to Thee; Thou knowest our infirmity; Pour out on all who seek Thy face Abundance of Thy pardoning grace. Our sins are many, this we know; Spare us, good Lord, Thy mercy show; And for the honor of Thy Name Our fainting souls to life reclaim. Give us the self control that springs From discipline of outward things, That fasting inward secretly The soul may purely dwell with Thee. We pray Thee, Holy Trinity, One God, unchanging Unity, That we from this our abstinence May reap the fruits of penitence.

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• [Psa 141:1] O Lord, Make Haste To Hear My Cry

  O Lord, make haste to hear my cry, To Thee I call, on Thee rely. Incline to me a gracious ear, And, when I call, in mercy hear. When in the morning unto Thee I lift my voice and bring my plea, Then let my prayer as incense rise To God enthroned above the skies. When unto Thee I look and pray With lifted hands at close of day, Then as the evening sacrifice Let my request accepted rise. Guard Thou my thoughts, I Thee implore, And of my lips keep Thou the door; Nor leave my sinful heart to stray Where evil footsteps lead the way. O righteous God, Thy chastisement, Though sent through foes, in love is sent; Though grievous, it will profit me, A healing ointment it shall be. While wickedness my foes devise, To Thee my constant prayer shall rise, When their injustice is o’erthrown, My gentleness shall still be shown. Brought nigh to death and sore distressed, O Lord, my God, in Thee I rest; Forsake me not, I look to Thee, Let me Thy great salvation see. Themselves entangled in their snare, Their own defeat my foes prepare, O keep me, Lord, nor let me fall, Protect and lead me safe through all.

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• [Psa 141:1] O Merciful Creator, Hear

  O merciful Creator, hear; In tender pity bow Thine ear: Accept the tearful prayer we raise In this our fast of forty days. Each heart is manifest to Thee; Thou knowest our infirmity: Repentant now we seek Thy face; Impart to us Thy pardoning grace. Our sins are manifold and sore, But spare Thou them who sin deplore; And for Thine own Name’s sake make whole The fainting and the weary soul. Grant us to mortify each sense By means of outward abstinence, That so from every stain of sin The soul may keep her fast within. Blest Three in One, and One in Three Almighty God, we pray to Thee, That Thou wouldst now vouchsafe to bless Our fast with fruits of righteousness.

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