Psalms 91:11

• [Psa 91:11] All Praise Be To God

  All praise be to God, whom all things obey, From angels and men for ever and aye: Who sendeth on earth the powers of His throne, His providence good and love to make known. His angels are they of countenance fair, The arm of His strength, His hand of kind care: His message of peace to us they reveal, His wisdom most high they seal or unseal. By martyrs of old they stood in the flame, And bade them not flinch, but call on God’s Name. Thro’ torment, thro’ shame, thro’ darkness of death They led without fear the sires of our faith. They stand with the few, they fight for the free, God’s reign to advance o’er land and o’er sea: And when the brave die or fall in the fight, Their spirits they bear to rest in God’s sight. For patience and toil a crown they prepare; They found for the meek a kingdom full fair; No famine nor plague ’gainst them doth prevail; Their bread cannot lack, their cruse cannot fail. We pray Thee, who art Thy angels’ reward, Thy flock to defend forget not, O Lord; But prosper their aid, that us they may bring To see the true face of Jesus, our King.

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• [Psa 91:11] Around The Throne Of God A Band

  Around the throne of God a band Of bright and glorious angels stand; Sweet harps within their hands they hold, And on their heads are crowns of gold. Some wait around Him ready still To sing His praise and do His will, And some, when He commands them, go To guard His servants here below. Lord, give Thine angels every day Command to guard us on our way, And bid them every evening keep Their watch around us while we sleep. So shall no wicked thing draw near To do us harm or cause us fear; And we shall dwell, when life is past, With angels round Thy throne at last.

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• [Psa 91:11] Call Jehovah Thy Salvation

  Call Jehovah thy salvation, rest beneath th’Almighty’s shade. In His secret habitation dwell, and never be dismayed. There no tumult shall alarm thee, thou shalt dread no hidden snare. Guile nor violence can harm thee, in eternal safeguard there. From the sword at noonday wasting, from the noisome pestilence, In the depth of midnight blasting, God shall be thy sure defense. He shall charge His angel legions watch and ward over thee to keep. Though thou walk through hostile regions, though in desert wilds thou sleep. Since, with pure and firm affection, thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of His protection, He will shield thee from above. Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, He will hearken, He will save. Here for grief reward thee double, crown with life beyond the grave.

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• [Psa 91:11] Christ, The Fair Glory Of The Holy Angels

  Christ, the fair glory of the holy angels, Thou Who hast made us, Thou Who o’er us rulest, Grant of Thy mercy unto us Thy servants Steps up to Heaven. Send Thy archangel, Michael, to our succor; Peacemaker blessèd, may he banish from us Striving and hatred, so that for the peaceful All things may prosper. Send Thy archangel, Gabriel, the mighty; Herald of Heaven, may he from us mortals Spurn the old serpent, watching o’er the temples Where Thou art worshipped. Send thy archangel, Raphael, the restorer Of the misguided ways of men who wander, Who at Thy bidding strengthens soul and body With Thine anointing. Father almighty, Son and Holy Spirit, God ever blessèd, be Thou our Preserver; Thine is the glory which the angels worship, Veiling their faces.

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• [Psa 91:11] Jesus, Brightness Of The Father

  Jesus, Brightness of the Father, Life and Strength of all who live, For creating guardian angels Glory to Thy Name we give And Thy wondrous praise rehearse, Singing in harmonious verse. Blessèd Lord, by their protection Shelter us from harm this day, Keep us pure in flesh and spirit, Save us from the Foe, we pray, And vouchsafe us by Thy grace In Thy paradise a place. Glory to th’almighty Father Sing we with the heav’nly host; Glory to the great Redeemer, Glory to the Holy Ghost; Three in One and One in Three, Throughout all eternity!

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• [Psa 91:11] Lord, I Would Own Thy Tender Care

  Lord, I would own Thy tender care, And all Thy love to me; The food I eat, the clothes I wear, Are all bestowed by Thee. ’Tis Thou preservest me from death And dangers every hour; I cannot draw another breath Unless Thou give me power. Kind angels guard me every night, As round my bed they stay: Nor am I absent from Thy sight In darkness or by day. My health, and friends, and parents dear, To me by God are giv’n; I have not any blessing here But what is sent from Heav’n. Such goodness, Lord, and constant care, I never can repay; But may it be my daily prayer, To love Thee and obey.

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• [Psa 91:11] Now All The Woods Are Sleeping

  Now all the woods are sleeping, And night and stillness creeping O’er city, man, and beast; But thou, my heart, awake thee, To prayer awhile betake thee, And praise thy Maker ere thou rest. My Jesus, stay Thou by me, And let no foe come nigh me, Safe sheltered by Thy wing; But would the foe alarm me, O let him never harm me, But still Thine angels round me sing! My loved ones, rest securely, From every peril surely Our God will guard your heads; And happy slumbers send you, And bid His hosts attend you, And golden armed watched o’er your beds.

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• [Psa 91:11] Onward, Christian, Though The Region

  Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God has set a guardian legion Very near thee; press thou on. By the thorn road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won; Tread it without shrinking, brother, Jesus trod it; press thou on. Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace; While it needs thee, oh, no longer Pray thou for thy quick release. Pray thou, Christian, daily rather That thou be a faithful son, By the prayer of Jesus, “Father Not my will, but Thine, be done.”

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• [Psa 91:11] Softly Sighs The Breath Of Evening

  Softly sighs the breath of evening, Stealing through the shadowy grove, While the stars, in heaven shining, Keep their silent watch above. Heav’nly Father, while we’re sleeping, Send Thy guardian angels bright, Faithful watch above us keeping, To protect us through the night. When the morning, gently breaking, Tints the sky with golden rays, May Thy loving children, waking, Sing their heav’nly Father’s praise.

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