Psalms 27:14

• [Psa 27:14] My God, My Father, Make Me Strong

  My God, my Father, make me strong, When tasks of life seem hard and long, To greet them with this triumph song, Thy will be done. Draw from my timid eyes the veil, To show, where earthly forces fail, Thy power and love must still prevail, Thy will be done. With confident and humble mind, Freedom in service I would find, Praying through every toil assigned, Thy will be done. Things deemed impossible I dare; Thine is the call and Thine the care; Thy wisdom shall the way prepare; Thy will be done. Heaven’s music chimes the glad days in; Hope soars beyond death, pain and sin; Faith shouts in triumph, “Love must win?; Thy will be done.

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Psalms 69:29

• [Psa 69:29] Though I Am Poor And Sorrowful

  Though I am poor and sorrowful, Hear Thou, O God, my cry; Let Thy salvation come to me And lift me up on high. Then will I praise my God with song, To Him my thanks shall rise, And this shall please Jehovah more Than offered sacrifice. The meek shall see it and rejoice; Ye saints, no more be sad; For lo, Jehovah hears the poor And makes his His prisoners glad. Let Heaven and earth and seas rejoice, Let all therein give praise, For Zion God will surely save, Her broken walls will raise. In Zion they that love His Name Shall dwell from age to age, Yea, there shall be their lasting rest, Their children’s heritage.

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Psalms 121:3

• [Psa 121:3] Jehovah, God, Thy Gracious Power

  Jehovah, God, Thy gracious power, On every hand we see; Oh, may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to Thee. Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. From morn till noon, till latest eve, Thy hand, O God, we see; And all the blessings we receive, Proceed alone from Thee. In all the varying scenes of time, On Thee our hopes depend; Through every age, in every clime, Our Father, and our Friend.

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• [Psa 121:3] There Is An Eye That Never Sleeps

  There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night; There is an ear that never shuts When sink the beams of light. There is an arm that never tires When human strength gives way; There is a love that never fails When earthly loves decay. That eye is fixed on seraph throngs; That arm upholds the sky; That ear is filled with angel songs; That love is throned on high. But there’s a power which man can wield When mortal aid is vain, That eye, that arm, that love to reach, That listening ear to gain. That power is prayer, which soars on high, Through Jesus, to the throne, And moves the hand which moves the world, To bring salvation down.

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  source: Cyberhymnal