Psalms 91:3

• [Psa 91:3] In Grief And Fear, To Thee, O Lord

  In grief and fear, to Thee, O Lord, We now for succor fly, Thine awful judgments are abroad, O shield us, lest we die! The fell disease on every side Walks forth with tainted breath; And pestilence, with rapid stride, Bestrews the land with death. O look with pity on the scene Of sadness and of dread, And let Thine angel stand between The living and the dead! With contrite hearts to Thee, our King We turn, who oft have strayed; Accept the sacrifice we bring, And let the plague be stayed.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 91:3] They Have Gone To The Land

  They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest, Where the bones of the prophets are laid, Where the chosen of Israel the promise possessed, And Jehovah His mandate displayed. To the land where the Savior of sinners once trod, Where He labored and languished and died; Where He triumphed o’er death and ascended to God, As He captive captivity led. They have gone to the land where the Gospel’s glad sound Sweetly tuned by the angels above Was re-echoed on earth thro’ the regions around, In the accents of heavenly love. Where the Spirit descended in tokens of flame, The rich gifts of His grace to reveal; Where apostles wrought signs in Immanuel’s name, For the truth of their mission to seal. They have gone—the glad heralds of mercy—have gone, To the land where the martyrs once bled; Where the beasts and false prophet have since trodden down, The fair fabric that Zion had reared. Where the churches once planted, and watered, and blessed, With the dews of the Spirit distilled, Have been smitten, despoiled! and by heathen possessed, And the places that knew them defiled. They have gone, O Thou Shepherd of Israel! have gone, The glad mission in love to restore; Thou wilt never forsake them or leave them alone, Thy rich blessings we humbly implore. Let Thy blessing go with them—O be Thou their Shield From the shafts of the fowler that fly; O Thou Savior of sinners! Thine arm be revealed In Thy mercy and might from on high.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 124:7

• [Psa 124:7] Bird With The Broken Wing, The

  I walked in the woodland meadows, Where sweet the thrushes sing, And found on a bed of mosses, A bird with a broken wing; I healed its wing, and each morning It sang its old sweet strain, But the bird with the broken pinion, Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again. I found a young life broken By sin’s seductive art, And, touched with a Christlike pity, I took him to my heart; He lived with a nobler purpose, And struggled not in vain, But the life that sin had stricken, Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again. But the bird with the broken pinion Kept another from the snare, The life that sin had stricken, Raised another from despair; Each loss has its own compensation, There’s healing for each pain, But the bird with the broken pinion Never soared as high again, Never soared as high again.

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  source: Cyberhymnal