Psalms 74:3-23

• [Psa 74:12] O God, Thou Art Our King Of Old

  O God, Thou art our King of old, Salvation Thou hast wrought; In safety through the mighty sea Our fathers Thou hast brought. With mighty arm Thou didst destroy The pride of boastful man, And for Thy people made a path Where mighty waters ran. The day is Thine, and Thine the night, And Thine the shining sun; At Thy command earth’s bounds are set And changing seasons run. Mark how Thine enemies, O Lord, Against Thee proudly speak; Preserve Thy saints from wicked men, Be mindful of the meek. Fulfill, O Lord, Thy covenant, Our strong Protector be, For in the earth are dark abodes Of crime and cruelty. Let not Thy saints be put to shame; No longer in Thy sight Permit Thy foes to vaunt themselves; Lord, vindicate the right.

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• [Psa 74:12] Waves Of Salvation, The

  O ye waves of free salvation, Onward sweep from day to day, Till all trace of desolation From our earth is washed away. Refrain O ye waves, roll on, roll on! With a mighty sweep, roll on! Till the lost are gathered in, Saved forevermore from sin. O ye waves of free salvation, Wondrous joy to mortals bring, Giving souls a glad translation To the palace of the King. Refrain O ye waves of free salvation, Still enrich this world of ours, Till each high and lowly station Shall be bright with sweetest flow’rs. Refrain O ye waves of free salvation, Tarry not for wind nor tide; May each heart, in acceptation, To your gladness open wide. Refrain

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• [Psa 74:17] Summer Days Are Come Again, The

  The summer days are come again, With sun and clouds between, And, fed alike by sun and rain, The trees grow broad and green; Spreads broad and green the leafy tent, Upon whose grassy floor Our feet, too long in cities pent, Their freedom find once more. The summer days are come again; Once more the glad earth yields Her golden wealth of ripening grain, And breadth of clover fields, And deepening shade of summer woods, And glow of summer air, And winging thoughts, and happy moods Of love and joy and prayer. The summer days are come again; The birds are on the wing; God’s praises, in their loving strain, Unconsciously they sing. We know Who giveth all the good That doth our cup o’erbrim; For summer joy in field and wood We lift our song to Him.

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