Psalms 20-22
|
1 JESUS, with Thy salvation blest, We yield the glory to Thy name: Fix'd in Thy strength our banners rest, With joy Thy vict'ry we proclaim.
2 Jehovah hears, He hears Thy prayer, The prayer on which our hope relies; Thy cross salvation shall prepare, From His right hand Thy vict'ries rise.
3 Let men the rattling chariot trust, Or the swift steed, with courage stored; In Thee our confidence we boast, Jesus, Messiah, conquering Lord!
4 Safe shall we stand, nor yield to fear, When sinners with their hopes shall fall: Save, Lord, O King Messiah, hear! Hear, mighty Saviour, when we call. William Goode, 1811
|
1 THY strength, O Lord, makes glad our King, Who once in weakness bow'd the head, Salvation makes His heart to sing, For Thou hast raised Him from the dead.
2 Thou hast bestow'd His heart's desires, Shower'd on His path Thy blessings down; His royal pomp all heaven admires; Thou on His head hast set the crown.
3 A life eternal as Thy years, A glory infinite like Thine, Repays Him for His groans and tears, And fills His soul with joy divine.
4 O King, beloved of our souls, Thine own right hand shall find Thy foes; Swift o'er their necks Thy chariot rolls, And earth Thy dreadful vengeance knows.
5 As glowing oven is Thy wrath, As flame by furious blast upblown; With equal heat Thy love breaks forth, Like wall of fire around Thine own.
6 Be Thou exalted, King of kings, In Thine own strength sit Thou on high, Thy church Thy triumph loudly sings, And lauds Thy glorious majesty. Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866
|
Psalm 22 (1 of 3)
1 MY God, my God, why leav'st Thou me When I with anguish faint? Oh, why so far from me removed, And from my sad complaint?
2 All day, but all the day unheard, To Thee do I complain; With cries implore relief all night, But cry all night in vain.
3 Withdraw not, Lord, so far from me, When trouble is so nigh; Oh, send me help! Thy help, on which I only can rely. Tate and Brady, 1696.
|