Psalms 90:2

• [Psa 90:2] Ere Mountains Reared Their Forms Sublime

  Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Or Heav’n and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting Thou art God. A thousand ages, in their flight, With Thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to Thy sight At once their various scenes display. But our brief life’s a shadowy dream, A passing thought that soon is o’er, That fades with morning’s earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. To us, O Lord, the wisdom give Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with Thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end.

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• [Psa 90:2] Have Mercy On Us, God Most High

  Have mercy on us, God most high, Who lift our hearts to Thee; Have mercy on us worms of earth, Most holy Trinity. Most ancient of all mysteries! Before Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity. When heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown, Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty, Didst live and love alone. Thou wert not born; there was no fount From which Thy Being flowed; There is no end which Thou canst reach; But Thou art simply God. How wonderful creation is, The work that Thou didst bless; And oh, what then must Thou be like, Eternal Loveliness! How beautiful the angels are, The saints how bright in bliss; But with Thy beauty, Lord, compared, How dull, how poor is this. O listen, then, most pitiful, To Thy poor creature’s heart: It blesses Thee that Thou art God; That Thou art what Thou art. Most ancient of all mysteries! Still at Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity.

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• [Psa 90:2] Through Every Age, Eternal God

  Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was Thy throne ere Heav’n was made, Or earth Thy humble footstool laid. Long hadst Thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned to a man; And long Thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, Return, ye sinners, to your dust. A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in Thine account; Like yesterday’s departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour. Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. But O how oft Thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead. Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee.

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Psalms 126:1

• [Psa 126:1] When In His Might The Lord

  When in His might the Lord arose to set us free, And Zion was restored from her captivity, In transports then of joy and mirth We praised the Lord of all the earth. The nations saw with fear the might of God displayed, When He at last drew near to give His people aid; Great things for us the Lord has wrought, And gladness to our hearts has brought. Again refresh us, Lord, with Thy reviving love, And be Thy blessing poured in mercy from above; By grace revive our hearts again, As streams refreshed by copious rain. Although with bitter tears the sower bears his seed, When harvest time appears he shall be glad indeed; For they that in the sowing weep Shall yet in joy and gladness reap.

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• [Psa 126:1] When Zion In Her Low Estate

  When Zion in her low estate Was brought from bondage by the Lord, In ecstasy we sang for joy, By grace and wondrous love restored. The Lord, in greatly blessing us, Before the world His power displays; Yea, great things God has done for us And filled our hearts with joy and praise. O Lord, refresh us by Thy grace, Revive and quicken all our powers, As failing streams are made to flow, Replenished by abundant showers. The sower, bearing precious seed, May weep as in his toil he grieves, But he shall come again with joy In harvest time with golden sheaves.

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Psalms 130:5

• [Psa 130:5] My Rest

  Deep and deeper fell the shadows, Nearer seemed the golden strand, And my trusting heart was waiting, Passive in my Savior’s hands; O how brightly o’er my spirit Came a radiance from afar, Like the blush of early morning, Like the rising of a star. Refrain I was waiting, calmly waiting, Not a fear was in my breast; I had trusted my Redeemer, And in Him was now my rest. Nearer seemed the shining portals, But the Master said to me, “There are sheaves that must be garnered Ere the reaping dawns for thee; Yet I know that thou wert weary, And I bade thy heart repose By a healing stream that murmurs Where the Rose of Sharon grows.” Refrain In the silent hours of midnight, When my waking thoughts take wings, O the tranquil peace He gives me, And the hallowed songs He brings! He has crowned me with His blessing, And I now by faith can say, I am going forth with vigor, Still rejoicing on my way. Refrain

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• [Psa 130:5] My Savior, On The Word Of Truth

  My Savior, on the word of truth In earnest hope I live; I ask for all the precious things Thy boundless love can give. I look for many a lesser light About my path to shine; But chiefly long to walk with Thee, And only trust in Thine. In holy expectation held, Thy strength my heart shall stay, For Thy right hand will never let My trust be cast away. Yea, Thou hast kept me near Thy feet, In many a deadly strife, By the stronghold of hope in Thee, The hope of endless life. Thou knowest that I am not blest As Thou wouldst have me be, Till all the peace and joy of faith Possess my soul in Thee And still I seek ’mid many fears, With yearnings unexpressed, The comforts of Thy strengthening love, Thy soothing, settling rest. It is not as Thou wilt with me, Till, humbled in the dust; I know no place in all my heart Wherein to put my trust. Until I find, O Lord, in Thee, The Lowly and the Meek, That fullness which Thy own redeemed Go nowhere else to seek. Then, O my Savior, on my soul, Cast down, but not dismayed, Still be Thy chastening, healing hand In tender, mercy laid. And while I wait for all Thy joys, My yearning heart to fill, Teach me to walk and work with Thee, And at Thy feet sit still.

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