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Hymns

Psalms 11:4-7

• [Psa 11:4] High On His Everlasting Throne

  High on His everlasting throne, The King of saints His work surveys; Marks the dear souls He calls His own, And smiles on the peculiar race. He rests well pleased their toils to see; Beneath His easy yoke they move; With all their heart and strength agree In the sweet labor of His love. See where the servants of their Lord, A busy multitude, appear; For Jesus day and night employed, His heritage they toil to clear. Jesus their toil delighted sees, Their industry vouchsafes to crown; He kindly gives the wished increase, And sends the promised blessing down. O multiply the sower’s seed, And fruit we every hour shall bear; Throughout the world Thy Gospel spread, Thine everlasting truth declare!

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• [Psa 11:4] Lord Jehovah, In Thy Temple

  Lord Jehovah, in Thy temple, Happy children we appear, Bringing incense of thanksgiving, For the love that led us here. Hallelujah! praise Jehovah, For the love that led us here, Hallelujah! praise Jehovah, For the love that led us here. When on each returning Sabbath, We return to seek Thy face, Lord, accept the children’s worship, Hear in Heav’n Thy dwelling place. Hallelujah! praise Jehovah, Hear in Heav’n Thy dwelling place, Hallelujah! praise Jehovah, Hear in Heav’n Thy dwelling place. Thus, as in Thy earthly temple, Day by day we wait on Thee; In each heart Thy Spirit dwelling, May we all Thy temples be. Hallelujah! praise Jehovah, May we all Thy temples be, Hallelujah! praise Jehovah, May we all Thy temples be.

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Psalms 34:1

• [Psa 34:1] At All Times Praise The Lord

  At all times praise the Lord; His promises are sure; What if thou doubt? His steadfast Word Unchanging shall endure. Praise Him when skies are bright, And gladness fills thy days; Heav’n shames thee with its glorious light, And calls thee to His praise. Praise Him when clouds are dark; True faith waits not to prove; Tho’ hope no bright’ning gleam may mark, His meaning still is love. Praise Him when drear and lone The shadows ’round thee fall, No eye upon Thy sins but One— Fear not, He pardons all. Praise Him when home is sweet, As tho’ we ne’er should part; But pray—while kindred spirits meet— Pray for a thoughtful heart. Praise Him when far away On mountain or on sea; Each place is home to them who pray; The Father guardeth thee. Praise Him when joyful songs The saints on earth unite, In sacred chorus, with the throngs Of angels in the height. At all times praise the Lord; His promises are sure; Fear not, doubt not; His steadfast Word Unchanging shall endure.

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• [Psa 34:1] I’ll Bless The Lord From Day To Day

  I’ll bless the Lord from day to day; How good are all His ways! Ye humble souls that use to pray, Come, help my lips to praise. Sing to the honor of His Name, How a poor sufferer cried, Nor was his hope exposed to shame, Nor was his suit denied. When threatening sorrows round me stood, And endless fears arose, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling all my woes; I told the Lord my sore distress, With heavy groans and tears; He gave my sharpest torments ease, And silenced all my fears. O sinners, come and taste His love, Come, learn His pleasant ways; And let your own experience prove The sweetness of His grace. He bids His angels pitch their tents Round where His children dwell; What ills their heav’nly care prevents No earthly tongue can tell. O love the Lord, ye saints of His; His eye regards the just: How richly blessed their portion is Who make the Lord their trust! Young lions, pinched with hunger, roar And famish in the wood; But God supplies His holy poor With every needful good.

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• [Psa 34:1] Lord I Will At All Times Bless, The

  The Lord I will at all times bless, My mouth His praises shall express; In Him shall all my boasting be, While all the meek rejoice with me. O magnify the Lord with me, Let us to praise His Name agree; I sought the Lord, He answered me, And from my fears he set me free. Who look to Him shall walk in light, With joy their faces shall be bright; Distressed, they cried; the Lord arose And saved them out of all their woes. Around His saints as watch and ward Encamps the angel of the Lord; That God is good, O taste and see, Who trusts in Him shall blessèd be.

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• [Psa 34:1] My Song Shall Be Of Jesus

  My song shall be of Jesus; His mercy crowns my days, He fills my cup with blessings, And tunes my heart to praise; My song shall be of Jesus, The precious Lamb of God; Who gave Himself my ransom, And bought me with His blood. My song shall be of Jesus; When, sitting at His feet, I call to mind His goodness, In meditation sweet; My song shall be of Jesus, Whatever ill betide; I’ll sing the grace that saves me, And keeps me at His side. My song shall be of Jesus, While pressing on my way To reach the blissful region Of pure and perfect day. And when my soul shall enter The gate of Eden fair, A song of praise to Jesus I’ll sing forever there.

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• [Psa 34:1] My Song Shall Bless The Lord Of All

  My song shall bless the Lord of all, My praise shall climb to His abode; Thee, Savior, by that name I call, The great Supreme, the mighty God. Without beginning, or decline, Object of faith, and not of sense; Eternal ages saw Him shine, He shines eternal ages hence. As much, when in the manger laid, Almighty Ruler of the sky; As when the six days’ works He made, Filled all the morning-stars with joy. Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, Salvation is His dearest claim; That gracious sound well-pleased He hears, And owns Emmanuel for His name. A cheerful confidence I feel, My well-placed hopes with joy I see; My bosom glows with heav’nly zeal To worship Him Who died for me. As man, He pities my complaint, His pow’r and truth are all divine; He will not fail, He cannot faint, Salvation’s sure, and must be mine.

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• [Psa 34:1] Sing Praise To Jesus

  Wake the joyful, joyful lay, Sing praise to Jesus; With the merry birds today, Sing praise to Jesus. Gather now a grateful throng, Let our school be full of song, Heart and voice the strain prolong, Sing praise to Jesus. Teachers, help us, every one, Sing praise to Jesus; For the work that grace has done, Sing praise to Jesus. For His all protecting care, For the comforts that we share, For a world like ours so fair, Sing praise to Jesus. For the school we love so dear, Sing praise to Jesus; For the friends that meet us here, Sing praise to Jesus; For the blessings He bestows, For His love that freely flows, For this hour of calm repose, Sing praise to Jesus.

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• [Psa 34:1] We Give Immortal Praise

  We give immortal praise To God the Father’s love, For all our comforts here, And better hopes above; He sent His own eternal Son, To die for sins that man had done. To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too, Who bought us with His blood From everlasting woe: And now He lives, and now He reigns, And sees the fruit of all His pains. To God the Spirit’s Name Immortal worship give, Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live; His work completes the great design, And fills the soul with joy divine. Almighty God, to Thee Be endless honors done, The undivided Three, And the mysterious One: Where reason fails, with all her powers, There faith prevails, and love adores.

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Psalms 1:1

• [Psa 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place

  Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat. But in the statutes of the Lord Has placed his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the Word, And meditates by night. He, like a plant of generous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state. Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine; While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. Not so the impious and unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm. Sinners in judgment shall not stand Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand Appoints His saints a place. His eye beholds the path they tread, His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell.

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• [Psa 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet

  Happy the man whose cautious feet Shun the broad way that sinners go, Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. He loves t’employ the morning light Amongst the statutes of the Lord; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word. He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams On ev’ry work his hands begin. But sinners find their counsels cross’d: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge, with stern command, Divides him to a diff’rent place. “Straight is the way My saints have trod; I bless’d the path, and drew it plain; But you would choose the crooked road, And down it leads to endless pain.”

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• [Psa 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The

  The man is ever bless’d Who shuns the sinners’ ways, Among their councils never stands, Nor takes the scorner’s place; But makes the law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labors of the day, And watches of the night. He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root; Fresh as the leaf his name shall live; His works are heav’nly fruit. Not so th’ungodly race, They no such blessings find; Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. How will they bear to stand Before that judgment seat, Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand, In full assembly meet! He knows, and He approves The way the righteous go; But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow.

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• [Psa 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God

  That man is blest who, fearing God From sin restrains his feet, Who will not stand with wicked men, Who shuns the scorners’ seat. Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law His portion and delight, And meditates upon that law With gladness day and night. That man is nourished like a tree Set by the river’s side; Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure, And thus his works abide. The wicked like the driven chaff Are swept from off the land; They shall not gather with the just, Nor in the judgment stand. The Lord will guard the righteous well, Their way to Him is known; The way of sinners, far from God, Shall surely be o’erthrown.

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Psalms 1:1

• [Psa 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place

  Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat. But in the statutes of the Lord Has placed his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the Word, And meditates by night. He, like a plant of generous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state. Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine; While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. Not so the impious and unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm. Sinners in judgment shall not stand Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand Appoints His saints a place. His eye beholds the path they tread, His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell.

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• [Psa 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet

  Happy the man whose cautious feet Shun the broad way that sinners go, Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. He loves t’employ the morning light Amongst the statutes of the Lord; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word. He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams On ev’ry work his hands begin. But sinners find their counsels cross’d: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge, with stern command, Divides him to a diff’rent place. “Straight is the way My saints have trod; I bless’d the path, and drew it plain; But you would choose the crooked road, And down it leads to endless pain.”

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• [Psa 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The

  The man is ever bless’d Who shuns the sinners’ ways, Among their councils never stands, Nor takes the scorner’s place; But makes the law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labors of the day, And watches of the night. He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root; Fresh as the leaf his name shall live; His works are heav’nly fruit. Not so th’ungodly race, They no such blessings find; Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. How will they bear to stand Before that judgment seat, Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand, In full assembly meet! He knows, and He approves The way the righteous go; But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God

  That man is blest who, fearing God From sin restrains his feet, Who will not stand with wicked men, Who shuns the scorners’ seat. Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law His portion and delight, And meditates upon that law With gladness day and night. That man is nourished like a tree Set by the river’s side; Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure, And thus his works abide. The wicked like the driven chaff Are swept from off the land; They shall not gather with the just, Nor in the judgment stand. The Lord will guard the righteous well, Their way to Him is known; The way of sinners, far from God, Shall surely be o’erthrown.

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  source: Cyberhymnal