Psalms 116-117

Psalm 116 (2 of 3)

1 WHAT shall I render to my God, For all His kindness shown? My feet shall visit Thine abode, My songs address Thy throne.

2 Among the saints that fill Thine house, My offerings shall be paid:

There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made.

3 How much is mercy Thy delight, Thou ever-blessed God!

How dear Thy servants in Thy sight!

How precious is their blood!

4 How happy all Thy servants are!

How great Thy grace to me! My life, which Thou hast made Thy care, Lord, I devote to Thee.

5 Now I am Thine, for ever Thine, Nor shall my purpose move Thy hand hath loosed my bands of pain, And bound me with Thy love.

6 Here in Thy courts I leave my vow, And Thy rich grace record:

Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1719

Psalm 116 (3 of 3)

1 REDEEM'D from guilt, redeem'd from fears, My soul enlarged, and dried my tears, What can I do, O love divine, What, to repay such gifts as Thine?

2 What can I do, so poor, so weak, But from Thy hands new blessings seek? A heart to feel my mercies more, A soul to know Thee and adore.

3 Oh! teach me at Thy feet to fall, And yield Thee up myself, my all;

Before Thy saints my debt to own, And live and die to Thee alone!

4 Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart!

Expand, and raise, and fill my heart; So may I hope my life shall be Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

Psalm 117 (1 of 3)

1 ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, All ye lands, your voices raise;

Heaven and earth with loud accord, Praise the Lord, for ever praise:

2 For His truth and mercy stand, Past, and present, and to be;

Like the years of His right hand, Like His own eternity.

3 Praise Him, ye who know His love;

Praise Him from the depths beneath;

Praise Him in the heights above;

Praise your Maker, all that breathe.

James Montgomery, 1822.