Psalms 8:3

• [Psa 8:3] O Thou, To Whom All Creatures Bow

  O Thou, to Whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Thro’ all the world, how great art Thou! How glorious is Thy Name! When Heav’n, Thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wondering sight; The moon that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light; Lord, what is man, that Thou shouldst deign To bear him in Thy mind! Or what his race, that Thou shouldst prove To them so wondrous kind! O Thou, to Whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Thro’ all the world, how great art Thou! How glorious is Thy Name!

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Psalms 19:7

• [Psa 19:7] Jehovah’s Perfect Law

  Jehovah’s perfect law Restores the soul again; His testimony sure Gives wisdom unto men; The precepts of the Lord are right, And fill the heart with great delight. The Lord’s commands are pure, They light and joy restore; Jehovah’s fear is clean, Enduring evermore; His statutes, let the world confess, Are wholly truth and righteousness. They are to be desired Above the finest gold; Than honey from the comb More sweetness far they hold; With warnings they Thy servant guard, In keeping them is great reward. His errors who can know? Cleanse me from hidden stain; Keep me from willful sins, Nor let them o’er me reign; And then I upright shall appear And be from great transgressions clear. When Thou dost search my life, May all my thoughts within And all the words I speak Thy full approval win. O Lord, Thou art a Rock to me, And my Redeemer Thou shalt be.

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• [Psa 19:7] O Holy Spirit, Grant Us Grace

  O Holy Spirit, grant us grace That we our Lord and Savior In faith and fervent love embrace And truly serve Him ever, So that when death is drawing nigh, We to His open wounds may fly And find in them salvation. Help us that we Thy saving Word In faithful hearts may treasure; Let e’er that Bread of Life afford New grace in richest measure. Yea, let us die to every sin, For Heav’n create us new within That fruits of faith may flourish. And when our earthly race is run, Death’s bitter hour impending, Then may Thy work in us begun Continue until life’s ending. Until we gladly may commend Our souls into our Savior’s hand To rest in peace eternal.

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• [Psa 19:7] Thy Word, O Lord, Like Gentle Dews

  Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews, Falls soft on hearts that pine; Lord, to Thy garden ne’er refuse This heavenly balm of Thine. Watered by Thee, let every tree Then blossom to Thy praise, By grace of Thine bear fruit divine Through all the coming days. Thy Word is like a flaming sword, A wedge that cleaveth stone; Keen as a fire, so burns Thy Word, And pierceth flesh and bone; Let it go forth o’er all the earth To cleanse our hearts within, To show Thy power in Satan’s hour, And break the night of sin. Thy Word, a wondrous guiding star, On pilgrim hearts doth rise, Leads those to God who dwell afar, And makes the simple wise. Let not its light e’er sink in night, But in each spirit shine, That none may miss Heaven’s final bliss, Led by Thy light divine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal