Psalms 118-119

Psalm 118 (2 of 3)

1 BEHOLD the sure foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays, To build our heavenly hopes upon, And His eternal praise.

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the name;

They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.

4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise:

'Tis Thine own work, Almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 118 (3 of 3)

1 THEE, Jehovah, will I bless;

Thou didst my request allow:

Thee my Saviour I confess, Author of my health art Thou.

2 Lo, the stone, which once aside By the builders' hands was thrown, See it now the building's pride, See it now the corner-stone!

3 Lo, we hail Jehovah's deed, Strange and wondrous in our eyes!

Lo, the day our God hath made!

Bid the voice of gladness rise.

4 Save, Hosanna! Lord, I pray!

Save, Hosanna; God of might:

Lord, for us Thy power display;

Lord, on us Thy favour light!

5 He, Jehovah, is our Lord;

He, our God, on us hath shined:

Bind the sacrifice with cord, To the horned altar bind.

6 Thee I bless, my God and King!

Thee, my God and King, I hail!

Hallelujah, shout and sing!

Never shall His goodness fail.

Richard Mant, 1824.

Psalm 119 (1 of 7)

1 OH how I love Thy holy law!

'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night.

2 How doth Thy word my heart engage!

How well employ my tongue! And in my tiresome pilgrimage Yields me a heavenly song.

3 Am I a stranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast: Not honey dropping from the comb, So much allures the taste.

4 No treasures so enrich the mind, Nor shall Thy word be sold For loads of silver well-refined, Nor heaps of choicest gold.

5 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write Thy praise.

Isaac Watts, 1719.