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Hymns

Psalms 119:113-120

• [Psa 119:114] Hail, Sovereign Love

  Hail, sovereign love that first began, The scheme to rescue fallen man; Hail matchless free eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding place. Against the God who rules the sky, I fought with hand uplifted high, Despised the mention of His grace, Too proud to seek a hiding place. Enwrapped in thick Egyptian night, And fond of darkness more than light, Madly I ran the sinful race, Secure without a hiding place. But thus th’ eternal counsel ran, “Almighty Love, arrest that man!” I felt the arrows of distress, And found I had no hiding place. Indignant justice stood in view, To Sinai’s fiery mount I flew, But Justice cried with frowning face, “This mountain is no hiding place!” Ere long a heavenly voice I heard, And Mercy’s angel form appeared. Who led me on with gentle pace, To Jesus Christ, my hiding place. On Him Almighty vengeance fell, That must have sunk a world to hell; He bore it for a chosen race, And thus became their hiding place. Should storms of sevenfold vengeance roll, And shake this earth from pole to pole; No flaming bolt could daunt my face, For Jesus is my hiding place. A few more rolling suns at most, Shall land me safe on Heaven’s coast. There I shall sing the song of grace, To Jesus Christ, my hiding place!

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• [Psa 119:116] O Thou Who Sealest Up The Past

  O Thou Who sealest up the past, The days slip from us, and the years Grow silent with their hopes and fears; ’Tis Thine to keep all things at last. We have not done the things we would, A blotted page we render back; And yet, whate’er our work may lack, Thy work goes on, and Thou art good. Thou movest in the moving years; Wherever man is, there Thou art To overrule his feebler part, And bring a blessing out of tears. Thou opener of the years to be, Let me not lose, in woe or weal, The touch of Thy strong hand I feel Upholding and directing me.

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• [Psa 119:117] At Thy Feet, O Christ

  At Thy feet, O Christ, we lay Thine own gift of this new day; Doubt of what it holds in store Makes us crave Thine aid the more; Lest it prove a time of loss, Mark, it Savior, with Thy Cross. If it flow on calm and bright, Be Thyself our chief Delight; If it bring unknown distress, Good is all that Thou canst bless; Only, while its hours begin, Pray we, keep them clear of sin. We in part our weakness know And in part discern our foe; Well for us, before Thine eyes All our danger open lies; Turn not from us, while we plead Thy compassions and our need. Fain would we Thy Word embrace, Live each moment on Thy grace, All our selves to Thee consign, Fold up all our wills in Thine, Think, and speak, and do, and be Simply that which pleases Thee. Hear us, Lord, and that right soon; Hear, and grant the choicest boon That Thy love can e’er impart, Loyal singleness of heart; So shall this and all our days, Christ and God, show forth Thy praise.

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• [Psa 119:120] Ah, What Can I Do?

  Ah, what can I do, or where be secure? If justice pursue, what heart can endure? When God speaks in thunder and makes Himself known, The heart breaks asunder though hard as a stone. With terror I read my sins’ heavy score, The numbers exceed the sands on the shore; Guilt makes me unable to stand or to flee, So Cain murdered Abel, and trembled like me. Each sin, like his blood, with terrible cry, Calls loudly on God to strike from on high: Nor can my repentance, extorted by fear, Reverse the just sentence;’tis just, though severe. The case is too plain,I have my own choice; Again, and againI slighted His voice; His warnings neglected,His patience abused, His Gospel rejected,His mercy refused. And must I then go, forever to dwell In torments and woe with devils in hell? Oh where is the SaviorI scorned in times past? His word in my favor would save me at last. Lord Jesus, on TheeI venture to call, Oh look upon me, the vilest of all! For whom didst Thou languish and bleed on the tree? Oh pity my anguish, and say, “’Twas for thee.” A case such as mine will honor Thy power; All hell will repine, all Heav’n will adore; If in condemnation strict justice takes place, It shines in salvation more glorious through grace.

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