Psalms 78-80
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1 OH praise our great and gracious Lord, And call upon His name; To strains of joy tune every chord, His mighty acts proclaim. Tell how He led His chosen race To Canaan's promised land; Tell how His covenant of grace, Unchanged shall ever stand.
2 He gave the shadowing cloud by day, The moving fire by night; To guide His Israel on their way, He made their darkness light. And have not we a sure retreat, A Saviour ever nigh? The same clear light to guide our feet, The day-spring from on high?
3 We, too, have manna from above, "The bread that came from heaven;" To us the same kind hand of love Hath living waters given. A rock we have from whence the spring In rich abundance flows; "That rock is Christ," our Priest, our King, Who life and health bestows.
4 Oh let us prize this blessed food, And trust our heavenly Guide; So shall we find death's fearful flood Serene as Jordan's tide; And safely reach that happy shore, The land of peace and rest, Where angels worship and adore, In God's own presence bless'd. Harriett Auber, 1829.
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1 THOU gracious God, and kind, Oh cast our sins away; Nor call our former guilt to mind, Thy justice to display.
2 Thy tenderest mercies show, Thy richest grace prepare, Ere yet, with guilty fears laid low, We perish in despair.
3 Save us from guilt and shame, Thy glory to display; And for the great Redeemer's name, Wash all our sins away.
4 So we Thy flock, Thy choice, The people of Thy love, Through life shall in Thy care rejoice; But praise Thee best above. William Goode, 1811
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1 GREAT Shepherd of Thine Israel Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And ledd'st the tribes, Thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep:
2 Thy church is in the desert now; Shine from on high, and guide us through; Turn us to Thee, Thy love restore; We shall be saved, and sigh no more.
3 Great God! whom heavenly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain Thy kind return? How long shall Thy fierce anger burn?
4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy saints with their own tears are fed: Turn us to Thee, Thy love restore, We shall be saved, and sigh no more. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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