Psalms 75-77
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1 THAT Thou, O Lord, art ever nigh, Though veil'd in awful majesty, Thy mighty works declare; Thy hand this earthly frame upholds, Thine eye the universe beholds With providential care.
2 Thou settest up, and pullest down; To Thee the monarch owes his crown, The conqueror his wreath; In Thee all creatures live and move; Thou reign'st supreme in heaven above, And in the earth beneath.
3 Great King of kings, and Lord of lords, Whose hand chastises and rewards, Thee only we adore; To Thee the voice of praise shall rise, In hallelujahs to the skies, When time shall be no more. Harriett Auber, 1829.
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1 GOD in His church is known, His name is glorious there; He there sets up His earthly throne, And hears His people's prayer.
2 The powers of death and hell In vain her peace oppose; A word of His the storm can quell, And scatter all her foes.
3 The Lord to judgment came; Earth trembled and was still: 'Tis His, 'tis His, the proud to tame, And shield the meek from ill.
4 The fury of His foes Fulfils but His decree: Ye saints, on Him your hopes repose, And He your strength will be. Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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1 WILL God for ever cast us off; His love return no more? His promise, will it never give Its comfort as before?
2 Can His abundant love forget Its wonted aids to bring? Has He in wrath shut up and seal'd His mercy's healing spring?
3 I'll call to mind His works of old, The wonders of His might; On them my heart shall meditate, Them shall my tongue recite.
4 Thy people, Lord, long since have Thee A God of wonders found: Long since hast Thou Thy chosen seed With strong deliverance crown'd. Tate and Brady, 1696, a.
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