Psalms 18:39

• [Psa 18:39] To Thine Almighty Arm We Owe

  To Thine almighty arm we owe The triumphs of the day; Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, And melt their strength away. ’Tis by Thine aid our troops prevail, And break united powers, Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale The proudest of their towers. How we have chased them through the field, And trod them to the ground, While Thy salvation was our shield, But they no shelter found! In vain to idol saints they cry, And perish in their blood; When is a rock so great, so high So powerful as our God? The Rock of Israel ever lives, His Name be ever blessed; ’Tis His own arm the victory gives, And gives His people rest. On kings that reign as David did, He pours His blessings down; Secures their honors to their seed, And well supports the crown.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 96:9

• [Psa 96:9] O Worship The Lord In The Beauty Of Holiness

  O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness! Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim; With gold of obedience, and incense of lowliness, Kneel and adore Him: the Lord is His Name! Low at His feet lay thy burden of carefulness, High on His heart He will bear it for thee, And comfort thy sorrows, and answer thy prayerfulness, Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be. Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine; For truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness, These are the offerings to lay on His shrine. These, though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness, He will accept for the Name that is dear; Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness, Trust for our trembling and hope for our fear. O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness! Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim; With gold of obedience, and incense of lowliness, Kneel and adore Him: the Lord is His Name!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 143:2

• [Psa 143:2] O Lord, Turn Not Thy Face From Me

  O Lord, turn not Thy face from me, Who lie in woeful state, Lamenting all my sinful life Before Thy mercy-gate. A gate which opens wide to those That do lament their sin; Shut not that gate against me, Lord, But let me enter in. And call me not to strict account How I have sojourned here; For then my guilty conscience knows How vile I shall appear. So come I to Thy mercy gate, Where mercy doth abound, Requiring mercy for my sin To heal my deadly wound. Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask; This is my humble prayer; For mercy, Lord is all my suit, O let Thy mercy spare.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 143:2] That Fearful Day

  That fearful day, that day of speechless dread, When Thou shalt come to judge the quick and dead— I shudder to foresee, O God! what then shall be! When Thou shalt come, angelic legions round, With thousand thousands, and with trumpet sound, Christ, grant me in the air With saints to meet Thee there! Weep, O my soul, ere that great hour and day, When God shall shine in manifest array, Thy sin, that thou may’st be In that strict judgment free! The terror! Hell-fire fierce and unsufficed: The bitter worm: the gnashing teeth—O Christ, Forgive, remit, protect; And set me with the elect! That I may hear the blessèd voice that calls The righteous to the joy of heavenly halls. And, King of Heaven, may reach The realm that passeth speech! Enter Thou not in judgment with each deed, Nor each intent and thought in strictness read: Forgive, and save me then, O Thou That lovest men! Thee, One in Three blest Persons! Lord o’er all! Essence of essence, Power of power we call: Save us, O Father, Son, And Spirit, ever one!

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  source: Cyberhymnal