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Psalms 149:2

• [Psa 149:2] All The Happy Children

  All the happy children, gladly join our song, Rising to the Father, in a chorus strong. Birds are brightly singing, leaves are opening wide, Flower bells are ringing forth on every side. Refrain All the happy children, gladly join our song, Rising to the Father, in a chorus strong. See the sky above us, spread so warm and blue, So God’s love is reaching over me and you. Father, dear we thank Thee for long summer days, For the birds and flowers, for the grassy ways. Refrain All the happy children thank Thee, Father dear, For this day for children out of all the year. We will still remember we are Thine alone; He Who made the summer made us every one. Refrain

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• [Psa 149:2] Praise Ye Jehovah (taylor)

  Praise ye Jehovah, praise the Lord most holy, Who cheers the contrite, girds with strength the weak; Praise Him Who will with glory crown the lowly, And with salvation beautify the meek. Refrain Praise Him for His constant care, His ever present love; Praise Him, for He hears our prayer, And answers from above. Praise God the Father, praise the ever blessèd Son, Praise God the Spirit, praise the Three in One. Praise ye the Lord for all His loving kindness, And all the tender mercies He hath shown; Praise Him Who pardons all our sin and blindness, And calls us sons, and takes us for His own. Refrain Praise ye Jehovah! source of every blessing— Before His gifts earth’s richest boons are dim; Resting in Him, His peace and joy possessing, All things are ours, for we have all in Him. Refrain Praise ye the Father! God the Lord Who gave us, With full and perfect love His only Son; Praise ye the Son Who died Himself to save us! Praise ye the Spirit! praise the Three in One! Refrain

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• [Psa 149:2] When The King Shall Come!

  Oh, the weary night is waning, And the clouds are rolling by; See, the long expected morning Now is dawning in the sky; When from Zion’s lofty mountain We shall hear the watchmen cry, And rejoicing we shall gather When the King shall come. Refrain O Zion! O Zion! Great will be Thy triumph When the King shall come; O Zion! O Zion! Thou shalt be exalted When the King shall come. When the ransomed of Jehovah, From the East and from the West, Shall return with joy and gladness, To receive the promised rest— Then shall every tribe and nation Out of every land be blessed, And rejoicing they shall gather When the King shall come. Refrain May He find us, when He cometh, Faithful watchers, day and night, At our royal post of duty, With our armor shining bright; May our lamps be trimmed and burning With a clear and steady light, That rejoicing we may gather When the King shall come. Refrain

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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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