Psalms 39:1

• [Psa 39:1] With Firm Resolve I Held My Peace

  With firm resolve I held my peace And spake not either bad or good, Lest I should utter sinful thoughts While wicked men before me stood. While I was dumb my grief was stirred, My heart grew hot with thought suppressed; The while I mused the fire increased, Then to the Lord I made request. Make me, O Lord, to know my end, Teach me the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am And turn from pride and sinful ways. My time is nothing in Thy sight, Behold, my days are but a span; Yea, truly, at his best estate, A breath, a fleeting breath, is man. Man’s life is passed in vain desire If troubled years be spent for gain; He knows not whose his wealth shall be, And all his toil is but in vain. And now, O Lord, what wait I for? I have no hope except in Thee; Let not ungodly men reproach, From all transgressions set me free. Because Thou didst it I was dumb, I spoke no word of rash complaint; Remove Thy stroke away from me, Beneath Thy chastisement I faint. When Thou for his iniquity Rebukest and correctest man, His beauty is consumed away; How weak his strength, how vain his plan. Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry; I weep; be Thou my Comforter. I am a stranger here below, A pilgrim as my fathers were. O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath, Deal gently with me, I implore, That I may yet recover strength Ere I go hence and be no more.

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Psalms 62:1

• [Psa 62:1] God Of Grace, O Let Thy Light

  God of grace, O let Thy light Bless our dim and blinded sight; Like the day-spring on the night, Bid Thy grace to shine. To the nations led astray Thine eternal love display: Let Thy truth direct their way Till the world be Thine. Praise to Thee, the faithful Lord; Let all tongues in glad accord Learn the good thanksgiving word, Ever praising Thee. Let them moved to gladness sing, Owning Thee their Judge and King; Righteous truth shall bloom and spring Where Thy rule shall be. Praise to Thee, all faithful Lord; Let all tongues in glad accord Speak the good thanksgiving word, Heart rejoicing praise. So the fruitful earth’s increase, Bounty of the God of peace, Never in its course shall cease Through the length of days; While His grace our life shall cheer, Furthest lands shall own His fear, Brought to Him in worship near, Taught His mercy’s ways.

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• [Psa 62:1] My Soul In Silence Waits For God

  My soul in silence waits for God, My Savior He has proved; He only is my Rock and Tower; I never shall be moved. My honor is secure with God, My Savior He is known; My Refuge and my Rock of strength Are found in God alone. My enemies my ruin seek, They plot with fraud and guile; Deceitful, they pretend to bless, But inwardly revile. My soul in silence waits for God, He is my help approved; He only only is my Rock and Tower, And I shall not be moved. On Him, ye people, evermore Rely with confidence; Before Him pour ye out your heart, For God is our defense. For surely men are helpers vain, The high and the abased; Yea, lighter than a breath are they When in the balance placed. Trust not in harsh oppression’s power Nor in unrighteous gain; If wealth increase, yet on your gold Ye set your hearts in vain. For God has spoken o’er and o’er, And unto me has shown, That saving power and lasting strength Belong to Him alone. Yea, lovingkindness evermore Belongs to Thee, O Lord; And Thou according to his work Dost every man reward.

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• [Psa 62:1] My Soul With Expectation

  My soul with expectation doth Depend on God indeed; My strength and my salvation do From Him alone proceed. He only my Salvation is, And my strong Rock is He; He only is my sure Defense; I shall not movèd be. In God my glory placèd is, And my salvation sure; In God the Rock is of my strength; My Refuge most secure. Ye people, place your confidence In Him continually; Before Him pour ye out your heart; God is our Refuge high.

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Psalms 77:1

• [Psa 77:1] To God I Cried With Mournful Voice

  To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought His gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, Thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called Thy judgments o’er. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld Thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold Thy grace. I called Thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? Will He for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has He forgot His tender love? Shall anger still prevail? But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what Thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. I’ll think again of all Thy ways, And talk Thy wonders o’er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love Thy Word Have in Thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord.

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