Psalms 65:2

• [Psa 65:2] God Of Love, That Hearest Prayer

  God of love, that hearest prayer, Kindly for Thy people care, Who on Thee alone depend: Love us, save us to the end. Save us, in the prosperous hour, From the flattering tempter’s power, From his unsuspected wiles, From the world’s pernicious smiles. Cut off our dependence vain On the help of feeble man, Every arm of flesh remove; Stay us on Thy only love! Men of worldly, low design, Let not these Thy people join, Poison our simplicity, Drag us from our trust in Thee. Save us from the great and wise, Till they sink in their own eyes, Tamely to Thy yoke submit, Lay their honors at Thy feet. Never let the world break in; Fix a mighty gulf between: Keep us little and unknown, Prized and loved by God alone. Let us still to Thee look up, Thee, Thy Israel’s strength and hope; Nothing know, or seek, beside Jesus, and Him crucified. Far above all earthly things, Look we down on earthly kings; Taste our glorious liberty, Find our happiness in Thee!

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• [Psa 65:2] Great King Of Nations, Hear Our Prayer

  Great King of nations, hear our prayer, While at Thy feet we fall, And humbly with united cry To Thee for mercy call; The guilt is ours, but grace is Thine, O turn us not away; But hear us from Thy lofty throne, And help us when we pray. Our fathers’ sins were manifold, And ours no less we own, Yet wondrously from age to age Thy goodness has been shown; When dangers, like a stormy sea, Beset our country round, To Thee we looked, to Thee we cried, And help in Thee was found. With one consent we meekly bow Beneath Thy chastening hand, And, pouring forth confession meet, Mourn with our mourning land; With pitying eye behold our need, As thus we lift our prayer; Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord, Then let Thy mercy spare.

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Psalms 65:5

• [Psa 65:5] Almighty Father, Hear Our Cry

  Almighty Father, hear our cry, As o’er the trackless deep we roam; Be Thou our haven always nigh, On homeless waters Thou our home. O Jesu, Savior, at Whose voice The tempest sank to perfect rest, Bid Thou the fearful heart rejoice, And cleanse and calm the troubled breast. O Holy Ghost, beneath Whose power The ocean woke to life and light, Command Thy blessing in this hour, Thy fostering warmth, Thy quickening might. Great God of our salvation, Thee We love, we worship, we adore; Our Refuge on time’s changeful sea, Our Joy on Heav’n’s eternal shore.

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• [Psa 65:5] Father, Who Art Alone

  Father, who art alone Our Helper and our Stay; O hear us! as we plead For loved ones far away; And shield with Thine almighty hand Our wanderers by sea and land. O compass with Thy love The daily path they tread! And may Thy light and truth Upon their hearts be shed; That, one in all things with Thy will, Heav’n’s peace and joy their souls may fill. Guard them from every harm When dangers shall assail, And teach them that Thy power Can never, never fail; We cannot with our loved ones be, But trust them, Father, unto Thee.

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• [Psa 65:5] God Of Our Salvation Hears, The

  The God of our salvation hears The groans of Zion mixed with tears; Yet when He comes with kind designs, Through all the way His terror shines. On Him the race of man depends, Far as the earth’s remotest ends, Where the Creator’s Name is known By nature’s feeble light alone. Sailors, that travel o’er the flood, Address their frighted souls to God, When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore. He bids the noisy tempests cease; He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm, He settles in a peaceful form; Mountains, established by His hand, Firm on their old foundations stand. Behold His ensigns sweep the sky, New comets blaze, and lightnings fly; The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes. At His command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun’s declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. Seasons and times obey His voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. ’Tis from His watery stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth His enriching drops dispense. The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the valleys yield; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighboring hills repeat their joys. The pastures smile in green array; There lambs and larger cattle play; The larger cattle and the lamb Each in His language speaks Thy Name. Thy works pronounce Thy power divine; O’er every field Thy glories shine; Through every month Thy gifts appear; Great God, Thy goodness crowns the year!

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  source: Cyberhymnal