Psalms 77:13

• [Psa 77:13] O God, Most Holy Are Thy Ways

  O God, most holy are Thy ways, And who like Thee deserves my praise? Thou only doest wondrous things, The whole wide world Thy glory sings; Thine outstretched arm Thy people saved, Though sore distressed and long enslaved. O God, from Thee the waters fled, The depths were moved with mighty dread, The swelling clouds their torrents poured, And o’er the earth the tempest roared; ’Mid lightning’s flash and thunder’s sound Great trembling shook the solid ground. Thy way was in the sea, O God, Through mighty waters, deep and broad; None understood but God alone, To man Thy footsteps were unknown; But safe Thy people Thou didst keep, Almighty Shepherd of Thy sheep.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 86:8

• [Psa 86:8] Among The Princes, Earthly Gods

  Among the princes, earthly gods, There’s none hath power divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works, like Thine. The nations Thou hast made shall bring Their offerings round Thy throne; For Thou alone dost wondrous things, For Thou art God alone. Lord, I would walk with holy feet; Teach me Thine heav’nly ways, And my poor scattered thoughts unite In God my Father’s praise. Great is Thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by Thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 113:5

• [Psa 113:5] O Thou Who Dwell’st On High

  O Thou Who dwell’st on high, ’Mid burning seraphs bright, Pavilioned in the azure sky, Robed with celestial light: Permit us to draw near, And worship and adore; Redeemed from sin and guilt and fear, Thy blessing we implore. Thou high and holy Lord, Before Whom seraphs fall With faces veiled and spirits awed, And Thee thrice holy call: We fall before Thy feet, Unworthy to draw near, E’en though before Thy mercy seat Thou call’st us to appear. Hear Thou the prayer we bring; Regard Thy children’s need; Accept the hymns of praise we sing, And to our vows give heed. We seek Thee in Thy Son, Who died our souls to save— The crucified but risen One, Triumphant o’er the grave. Through Him, our great High Priest Before the heav’nly throne, We seek redemption’s power and peace— Peace to the world unknown; Seeking, we find Thee near To bless with every grace And make us meet, when Thou appear, To see Thee face to face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal