Psalms 89:3-18

• [Psa 89:5] Great God Of Wonders

  Great God of wonders! All Thy ways Are matchless, Godlike and divine; But the fair glories of Thy grace More Godlike and unrivaled shine, More Godlike and unrivaled shine. Crimes of such horror to forgive, Such guilty, daring worms to spare; This is Thy grand prerogative, And none shall in the honor share, And none shall in the honor share Angels and men, resign your claim To pity, mercy, love and grace: These glories crown Jehovah’s Name With an incomparable glaze With an incomparable glaze. In wonder lost, with trembling joy, We take the pardon of our God: Pardon for crimes of deepest dye, A pardon bought with Jesus’ blood, A pardon bought with Jesus’ blood. O may this strange, this matchless grace, This Godlike miracle of love, Fill the whole earth with grateful praise, And all th’angelic choirs above, And all th’angelic choirs above. Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? Or who has grace so rich and free?

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• [Psa 89:5] Praises Of Thy Wonders, The

  The praises of Thy wonders, Lord, The heavens shall express; And in the congregation Of saints Thy faithfulness. Thou hast an arm that’s full of power; Thy hand is great in might; And Thy right hand exceedingly Exalted is in height. Justice and judgment of Thy throne Are made the dwelling place; Mercy, accompanied with truth, Shall go before Thy face. O greatly blest the people are The joyful sound that know; In brightness of Thy face, O Lord, They ever on shall go. Because the glory of their strength Doth only stand in Thee; And in Thy favor shall our horn And power exalted be. For God is our defense; and He To us doth safety bring; The Holy One of Israel Is our almighty King.

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• [Psa 89:7] With Reverence Let The Saints Appear

  With reverence let the saints appear, And bow before the Lord; His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at His Word. How terrible Thy glories be! How bright Thine armies shine! Where is the power that vies with Thee, Or truth compared to Thine? The northern pole and southern rest On Thy supporting hand; Darkness and day, from east to west, Move round at Thy command. Thy words the raging winds control, And rule the boisterous deep; Thou mak’st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. Heav’n, earth, and air, and sea, are Thine, And the dark world of hell; How did Thine arm in vengeance shine When Egypt durst [did] rebel! Justice and judgment are Thy throne, Yet wondrous is Thy grace; While truth and mercy, joined in one, Invite us near Thy face.

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• [Psa 89:8] Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God Of Hosts

  Holy, holy, holy Lord God of Hosts! When Heav’n and earth, Out of darkness, at Thy Word, Issued into glorious birth, All Thy works before Thee stood, And Thine eye beheld them good, While they sang with sweet accord, Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Holy, holy, holy! Thee One Jehovah evermore, Father, Son, and Spirit, we Dust and ashes, would adore; Lightly by the world esteemed, From that world by Thee redeemed, Sing we here with glad accord, Holy, holy, holy Lord! Holy, holy, holy! All Heaven’s triumphant choirs shall sing When the ransomed nations fall At the footstool of their King: Then shall saints and seraphim, Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, Round the throne with full accord, Holy, holy, holy Lord!

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• [Psa 89:14] Almighty God, Thy Lofty Throne

  Almighty God, Thy lofty throne Has justice for its cornerstone, And shining bright before Thy face Are truth and love and boundless grace. With blessing is the nation crowned Whose people know the joyful sound; They in the light, O Lord, shall live, The light Thy face and favor give. Thy Name with gladness they confess, Exalted in Thy righteousness; Their fame and might to Thee belong, For in Thy favor they are strong. All glory unto God we yield, Jehovah is our Help and Shield; All praise and honor will we bring To Israel’s Holy One, our King.

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• [Psa 89:14] Trembling Before Thine Awful Throne

  Trembling before Thine awful throne, O Lord, in dust my sins I own; Justice and mercy for my life Contend; O smile, and heal the strife. The Savior smiles; upon my soul New tides of hope tumultuous roll; His voice proclaims my pardon found, Seraphic transport wings the sound. Earth has a joy unknown to Heaven, The newborn peace of sins forgiven; Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels, never dimmed your sight. Ye saw, of old, on chaos rise The beauteous pillars of the skies; Ye know where Morn exulting springs, And Evening folds her drooping wings. Bright heralds of the eternal Will, Abroad His errands ye fulfill; Or, throned in floods of beamy day, Symphonious in His presence play. Loud is the song, the heavenly plain Is shaken with the choral strain; And dying echoes, floating far, Draw music from each chiming star. But I amid your choirs shall shine, And all your knowledge shall be mine: Ye on your harps must lean to hear A secret chord that mine will bear.

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• [Psa 89:15] Ring, Happy Bells Of Easter Time

  Ring, happy bells of Easter time, The world is glad to hear your chime; Across wide fields of melting snow The winds of summer softly blow, And birds and streams repeat the chime Of Easter time, of Easter time: Refrain The world is glad to hear your chime; Ring, happy bells of Easter time! Ring, happy bells of Easter time, The world takes up your chant sublime; The Lord is risen, the night of fear Has passed away and heaven draws near: We breathe the air of that blest clime, At Easter time, at Easter time: Refrain Ring, happy bells of Easter time, Our happy hearts give back your chime; The Lord is risen, we die no more: He opens wide the heavenly door; He meets us, while to Him we climb, At Easter time, at Easter time: Refrain

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• [Psa 89:18] O Savior, Lord, To Thee We Pray

  O Savior, Lord, to Thee we pray, Whose love has kept us safe today, Protect us through the coming night, And ever save us by Thy might. Be with us now, in mercy nigh, And spare Thy servants when they cry; Our sins blot out, our prayers receive, Thy light throughout our darkness give. Let not dull sleep the soul oppress, Nor secret foe the heart possess; Our flesh keep chaste, that it may be A holy temple meet for Thee. To Thee, who dost our hearts renew, With fervent prayer we humbly sue, That pure in thought and free from stain, We from our beds may rise again. All praise to God the Father be, All praise, eternal Son, to Thee, Whom with the Spirit we adore Forever and forevermore.

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