Psalms 70-71
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1 MAKE haste, O God, my soul to bless! My help and my deliv'rer Thou; Make haste, for I'm in deep distress, My case is urgent; help me now.
2 Make haste, O God, make haste to save! For time is short, and death is nigh; Make haste ere yet I'm in my grave, And with the lost for ever lie.
3 Make haste, for I am poor and low; And Satan mocks my prayers and tears; O God, in mercy be not slow. But snatch me from my horrid fears.
4 Make haste, O God, and hear my cries; Then with the souls who seek Thy face, And those who Thy salvation prize, I'll magnify Thy matchless grace. Charles H. Spurgeon, 186ft
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Psalm 71 (1 of 2)
1 MY Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin Thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of Thy grace?
2 Thou art my everlasting trust; Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew Thy graces first, I speak Thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And march with courage in Thy strength, To see my Father God.
4 When I am fill'd with sore distress For some surprising sin, I'll plead Thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but Thine.
5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King! My soul redeem'd from sin and hell, Shall Thy salvation sing.
6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; With this delightful song I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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Psalm 71 (2 of 2)
1 MY God, my everlasting hope, I live upon Thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated every year; Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to Thy care.
3 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise; And round me let Thy glory shine, Whene'er Thy servant dies. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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