Psalms 18:9

• [Psa 18:9] Christ Is Born! Tell Forth His Fame!

  Christ is born! Tell forth His fame! Christ from Heaven! His love proclaim! Christ on earth! Exalt His Name! Sing to the Lord, O world, with exultation! Break forth in glad thanksgiving, every nation! For He hath triumphed gloriously! Man, in God’s own image made, Man, by Satan’s wiles betrayed, Man, on whom corruption preyed, Shut out from hope of life and of salvation, Today Christ maketh him a new creation, For He hath triumphed gloriously! For the Maker, when His foe Wrought the creature death and woe, Bowed the heav’ns, and came below, And in the virgin’s womb His dwelling making, Became true Man, man’s very nature taking; For He hath triumphed gloriously! He, the Wisdom, Word, and Might, God, and Son, and Light of light, Undiscovered by the sight Of earthly monarch, or infernal spirit, Incarnate was, that we might Heav’n inherit: For He hath triumphed gloriously!

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• [Psa 18:9] Lord Descended From Above, The

  The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens high; And underneath His feet He cast The darkness of the sky. On cherub and on cherubim Full royally He rode; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad. And from above the Lord sent down To fetch me from below, And plucked me out of waters great That would me overflow. (And me delivered from my foes) That would have made me thrall; Yea, from such foes as were too strong For me to deal withal; Yea, from such foes as were too strong For me to deal withal. And as I was an innocent, So did He me regard, And to the cleanness of my hands He gave me my reward. For that I walked in His ways, And in His paths have trod, And have not wavered wickedly Against my Lord and God; And have not wavered wickedly Against my Lord and God.

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Psalms 36:7

• [Psa 36:7] Brood O’er Us With Thy Sheltering Wing

  Brood o’er us with Thy sheltering wing, ’Neath which our spirits blend Like brother birds, that soar and sing, And on the same branch bend. The arrow that doth wound the dove Darts not from those who watch and love. If thou the bending reed would break By thought or word unkind, Pray that His Spirit you partake, Who loved and healed mankind: Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain, That make men one in love remain. Learn, too, that wisdom’s rod is given For faith to kiss, and know; That greetings glorious from high heaven, Whence joys supernal flow, Come from that Love, divinely near, Which chastens pride and earthborn fear. Through God, who gave that word of might Which swelled creation’s lay: “Let there be light, and there was light.” What chased the clouds away? ’Twas Love whose finger traced aloud A bow of promise on the cloud. Thou to whose power our hope we give, Free us from human strife. Fed by Thy love divine we live, For Love alone is life; And life most sweet, as heart to heart Speaks kindly when we meet and part.

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Psalms 73:2

• [Psa 73:2] God Loveth The Righteous

  God loveth the righteous, His goodness is sure. He never forsaketh the good and the pure. Yet once my faith faltered, I envied the proud, In doubt and disquiet my spirit was bowed. The wicked are prosperous and firm in their strength, No pangs do they suffer, though death come at length. They are not in trouble as other men are, The plagues of their fellows they view from afar. In garments of boasting and violence decked, With wealth more abundant than heart could expect, They scoff, and the helpless they proudly oppress. The heavens and the earth they assume to possess. Despising God’s people, they cause them to drain The cup of oppression, injustice and pain. They question God’s knowledge and boldly defy The might and the justice of God the Most High. The wicked, grown wealthy, have comfort and peace, While I, daily chastened, see troubles increase, And, wronging God’s children, I cried in my pain, That clean hands are worthless and pure hearts are vain. I went to God’s temple: my doubts were dispelled. The end of life’s journey I clearly beheld. I saw in what peril ungodly men stand, With sudden destruction and ruin at hand. As when one waking forgetteth his dream, So God will despise them, though great they may seem. My envy was senseless; my grief was for naught. Because I was faithless, and foolish my thought.

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