Psalms 7-9
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1 LORD, my God, in Thee I trust; Save, Oh! save Thy trembling dust, From the roaring lion's power, Seeking whom he may devour; From a thousand waves that roll Shipwreck o'er my sinking soul; God Omnipotent, I flee From them all to Thee, to Thee.
2 Thou my Inmost wish canst read, Thou canst help my utmost need; Let the world Thy goodness see, Let them mark Thy grace in me. Lay the wicked in the dust, Raise the feeble, guide the just: Searcher of the heart, I flee From myself to Thee, to Thee. Henry Francis Lyte, 1834
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1 O LORD, our Lord how wondrous great Is Thine exalted name! The glories of Thine heav'nly state Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold Thy works on high, The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky, Those moving worlds of light:
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That Thou shouldst visit him with grace And love his nature so?
4 That Thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than His angels are, To save a dying worm?
5 Let Him be crown'd with majesty Who bow'd His head to death; And be His honours sounded high By all things that have breath.
6 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is Thine exalted name! The glories of Thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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1 TO celebrate Thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare; To all the listening world Thy works, Thy wondrous works declare.
2 The thought of them shall to my soul Exalted pleasure bring; Whilst to Thy Name, O Thou Most High Triumphant praise I sing.
3 All those who have His goodness proved Will in His truth confide; Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man That on His help relied.
4 His suff'ring saints, when most distress'd, He ne'er forgets to aid; Their expectations shall be crown'd, Though for a time delay'd.
5 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord From Sion, His abode; Proclaim His deeds, till all the world Confess no other God. Tate and Brady, 1696.
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