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Psalms 10:1
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[Psa 10:1] O Why So Far Removed
O why so far removed, O Lord,
And why so distant be;
Why hidest Thou Thy face from us
In our anxiety?The wicked in unholy pride
The lowly poor oppress;
Let them be taken in the snare
Of their own craftiness.The wicked in his arrogance
Refuses God to fear,
Nor is it in his thoughts at all
The sovereign God to hear.His ways are grievous and Thy laws
Too high for him to see;
He therefore his defiance bids,
And taunts his enemy.For he within his heart has said,
I suffer no distress,
Adversity comes not to me,
I still have had success.In cursing and deceit and fraud
His tongue is ever skilled;
With festering iniquity
His mouth is ever filled.He lurks in village hiding place,
And in dark corners bent,
He watches for the humble poor,
To seize the innocent.In stealth he cowers covertly
As lion in his lair,
That he may pounce upon the poor,
And catch him in his snare.He crouches low so that the poor
To his strong friends may fall,
And tells himself that God forgets
Or sees it not at all.Arise, O Lord, and lift Thy hand,
The poor in memory keep.
How can the wicked blaspheme God
And say He is asleep?For surely Thou dost see, O Lord,
Dost see the sin and spite;
And when the helpless look to Thee
Thou dost their wrong requite.Break Thou the force of evil men,
Befriend the fatherless,
Trace out the wicked everywhere,
Uproot their wickedness.The Lord our God is sovereign still,
The heathen all are slain.
Thou, Lord, hast heard the suppliant’s prayer
And dost his heart sustain.No more shall boasting arrogance
Or taunting pride oppress;
The poor and orphaned Thou wilt hear
And judge with righteousness.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 10:1] Wherefore Is It That Thou, O Lord
Wherefore is it that Thou, O Lord,
Dost stand from us afar?
And wherefore hidest Thou Thyself,
When times so troublous are?The wicked in his loftiness
Doth persecute the poor:
In these devices they have fram’d
Let them be taken sure.The wicked of his heart’s desire
Doth talk with boasting great;
He blesseth him that’s covetous,
Whom yet the Lord doth hate.The wicked, through his pride of face,
On God he doth not call;
And in the counsels of his heart
The Lord is not at all.His ways they always grievous are;
Thy judgments from his sight
Removèd are: at all his foes
He puffeth with despight.Within his heart he thus hath said,
I shall not movèd be;
And no adversity at all
Shall ever come to me.His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit,
Is fill’d abundantly;
And underneath his tongue there is
Mischief and vanity.He closely sits in villages;
He slays the innocent:
Against the poor that pass him by
His cruel eyes are bent.He, lion-like, lurks in his den;
He waits the poor to take;
And when he draws him in his net,
His prey he doth him make.Himself he humbleth very low,
He croucheth down withal,
That so a multitude of poor
May by his strong ones fall.He thus hath said within his heart,
The Lord hath quite forgot;
He hides His countenance, and He
For ever sees it not.O Lord, do Thou arise; O God,
Lift up Thine hand on high:
Put not the meek afflicted ones
Out of Thy memory.Why is it that the wicked man
Thus doth the Lord despise?
Because that God will it require
He in his heart denies.Thou hast it seen; for their mischief
And spite Thou wilt repay:
The poor commits himself to Thee;
Thou art the orphan’s stay.The arm break of the wicked man,
And of the evil one;
Do Thou seek out his wickedness,
Until Thou findest none.The Lord is King through ages all,
Ev’n to eternity;
The heathen people from His land
Are perish’d utterly.O Lord, of those that humble are
Thou the desire didst hear;
Thou wilt prepare their heart, and Thou
To hear wilt bend Thine ear;To judge the fatherless, and those
That are oppressèd sore;
That man, that is but sprung of earth,
May them oppress no more.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 10:1] Why Dost Thou Stand Afar
Why dost Thou stand afar,
O Lord, in our distress?
And why dost Thou conceal Thyself
When troublous times oppress?Do Thou, O Lord, arise;
O God, lift up Thy hand;
Forget Thou not the suffering poor,
The humble in the land.Their foes Thou dost behold,
Their wrongs Thou wilt repay;
The poor commit themselves to Thee,
Thou art the orphans’ stay.Thou, Lord, hast heard their prayer
When humble hearts drew nigh;
Thou also wilt revive their strength
And ever hear their cry.Defend the fatherless,
And all who are oppressed,
That they by human pride and power
May be no more distressed.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 10:1] Why Doth The Lord Stand Off So Far?
Why doth the Lord stand off so far?
And why conceal His face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and Thy power?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still Thy saints devour?They put Thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.Arise, O God, lift up Thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand
When God ascends on high.Why do the men of malice rage,
And say, with foolish pride,
“The God of Heav’n will ne’er engage
To fight on Zion’s side?”But Thou forever art our Lord;
And powerful is Thine hand,
As when the heathens felt Thy sword,
And perished from Thy land.Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause Thine ear to hear;
He hearkens what His children say,
And puts the world in fear.Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;
And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 10:1] Why Standest Thou Afar, O Lord?
Why standest Thou afar, O Lord,
Why art Thou hid in trouble’s hour?
The wicked persecute the poor
In haughty pride and reckless power.Let their devices work their fall,
For in their shame is all their pride;
And while they seek unrighteous gain
The Lord of justice is defied.The wicked thinks, in foolish pride,
There is no God Who will repay;
He has no fear of God or man
Because God’s judgments long delay.Unmoved by fear of coming doom,
On fraud and wickedness intent,
With craft he lurks and waits to catch
The helpless and the innocent.A lion crouching for his prey,
He waits the poor to overthrow;
He thinks that God remembers not,
Or hides His face and will not know.Arise, O Lord, lift up Thy hand,
O God, protect the poor and meek;
Why should the proud Thy justice doubt,
And words of bold defiance speak?O Lord, Thou wilt indeed requite,
The sin and sorrow Thou dost see;
The helpless and the fatherless
Commit themselves, O Lord, to Thee.Break Thou the power of wicked men
And let their works no longer stand,
The Lord is King forevermore,
Who drove the nations from His land.Lord, Thou hast heard the lowly prayer,
The fainting heart Thou wilt restore,
The helpless cause Thou wilt maintain,
That mortal man may boast no more.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 11:1-7
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[Psa 11:1] Flee As A Bird
Flee as a bird to your mountain, thou who art weary of sin;
Go to the clear flowing fountain where you may wash and be clean.
Haste, then, th’Avenger is near thee; call, and the Savior will hear thee;
He on His bosom will bear thee; O thou who art weary of sin,
O thou who art weary of sin.He will protect thee forever, wipe every falling tear;
He will forsake thee, O never, sheltered so tenderly there.
Haste, then, the hours are flying, spend not the moments in sighing,
Cease from your sorrow and crying: The Savior will wipe every tear,
The Savior will wipe every tear.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 11:1] In God Will I Trust
In God will I trust, though my counselors say,
O flee as a bird to your mountain away;
The wicked are strong and the righteous are weak,
Foundations are shaken, yet God will I seek.The Lord in His temple shall ever abide,
His throne is eternal, whatever betide;
The children of men He beholds from on high,
The wicked to punish, the righteous to try.The Lord is most righteous, the Lord loves the right,
The evil He hates and will surely requite;
The wicked His anger will drive from their place,
The upright in rapture shall gaze on His face.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 11:1] Like A Bird To Thee
Savior, like a bird to Thee,
Weary and wounded my soul would flee;
O let me fold my wings and rest
Peacefully, trustingly, on Thy breast.Refrain
Like a bird let me fly to Thee,
In Thine arms kindly shelter me;
Then my soul no more shall roam
Far, far away from home.Savior, Thou my grief hast borne,
Thou hast a balm for the hearts that mourn;
One gentle word, and I shall rest
Hopefully, lovingly, on Thy breast.Refrain
I was lost till found by Thee;
Thine, blessèd Savior, the glory be;
Gladly I fold my wings and rest,
Lovingly, tenderly, on Thy breast.Refrain
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[Psa 11:1] My Refuge Is The God Of Love
My refuge is the God of love;
Why do my foes insult and cry,
“Fly like a timorous, trembling dove,
To distant woods or mountains fly?”If government be all destroyed,
That firm foundation of our peace,
And violence make justice void,
Where shall the righteous seek redress?The Lord in Heav’n has fixed His throne,
His eye surveys the world below:
To Him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirits through.If He afflicts His saints so far,
To prove their love and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.On impious wretches He shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire and death;
Such as He kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with His angry breath.The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men that His own image bear.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 11:1] My Trust Is In The Lord
My trust is in the Lord:
How say ye then to me,
“Now, like a bird from peril haste,
And to your mountain flee”?Lo, sinners bend the bow
With arrow fixed for flight;
And stealthily in darkness go
The true in heart to smite.What can the righteous do,
What can for them avail,
When all foundations are destroyed,
And all the pillars fail?The Lord in Zion dwells,
The Lord is throned on high;
His eyes behold the sons of men
Their hearts and way to try.The Lord the righteous proves;
But those who scorn the right,
Who love deceit and violence
Are hateful in His sight.For righteous is the Lord,
He loveth righteousness,
And with a gracious countenance
The upright He will bless.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 11:1] Speed For Thy Life
Speed for thy life to the mountain,
Slight not the message divine,
Danger and death are before thee,
Haste, while the hours are thine.Refrain
Speed thee, speed thee;
Shadows around thee are falling;
Speed thee, speed thee;
Come while the Savior is calling.Speed for thy life to the mountain,
List to the warning again;
Forward, and look not behind thee,
Stay not in all the plain.Refrain
Speed, for the day is declining,
Soon its bright moments will fade;
What if a storm should o’ertake thee,
Where would thou turn for aid?Refrain
Speed for thy life to the mountain,
Fly like a bird to its nest,
Fly to the arms of the Savior:
There is thy only rest.Refrain
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[Psa 11:1] Voice Of Free Grace Cries, The
The voice of free grace cries,“Escape to the mountain;
For Adam’s lost race Christ hath opened a fountain:
For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression,
His blood flows most freely, in streams of salvation,
His blood flows most freely, in streams of salvation.”Refrain
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has purchased our pardon!
We will praise Him again when we pass over Jordan,
We will praise Him again when we pass over Jordan.Now glory to God in the highest is given;
Now glory to God is re-echoed in Heaven;
Around the whole earth let us tell the glad story,
And sing of His love, His salvation and glory,
And sing of His love, His salvation and glory.Refrain
O Jesus, ride on—Thy kingdom is glorious;
O’er sin, death and hell, Thou wilt make us victorious:
Thy Name shall be praised in the great congregation,
And saints shall ascribe unto Thee their salvation,
And saints shall ascribe unto Thee their salvation.Refrain
When on Zion we stand, having gained the blest shore,
With our harps in our hands, we will praise evermore;
We’ll range the blest fields on the banks of the river,
And sing of redemption forever and ever,
And sing of redemption forever and ever.Refrain
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[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!Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[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.Play source: Cyberhymnal
