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Psalms 17:1

• [Psa 17:1] Lord, Hear The Right

  Lord, hear the right, regard my cry, My prayer from lips sincere, Send Thine approval from on high, My righteousness make clear. Thou in the night my heart hast tried, Nor found it turned from Thee aside. With steadfast courage I design No wrong to speak or do; Thy path of life I choose for mine And walk with purpose true. For help, O God, I cry to Thee, Assured that Thou wilt answer me. O Thou that ever savest those Whose trust on Thee is stayed, Preserving them from all their foes By Thine almighty aid, Let me Thy lovingkindness see, Thy wondrous mercy, full and free. O guard me well as one would guard The apple of the eye; While deadly foes are pressing hard, To Thee, to Thee I cry; Do Thou my rest and refuge be, O let Thy wings o’ershadow me. Mine enemy, grown strong in pride, Would take my life away, A lion lurking by my side, Most greedy for his prey. Confront and cast him down, O Lord, From evil save me by Thy sword. Defend me from the men of pride, Whose portion is below, Who, with life’s treasures satisfied, No better portion know; They, with earth’s joys and wealth content, Must leave them all when life is spent. When I in righteousness at last Thy glorious face shall see, When all the weary night is past, And I awake with Thee To view the glories that abide, Then, then I shall be satisfied.

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• [Psa 17:1] Sweet Savior! In Thy Pitying Grace

  Sweet Savior! in Thy pitying grace Thy sweetness to our souls impart; Thou only Lover of our race Give healing to the wounded heart; Oh! hear Thy contrite servants’ cry, And save us, Jesu! lest we die. Long-suffering Jesu! hear our prayer Who weep before Thee in our shame; We have no hope but Thee; O spare, Lord, spare us from th’undying flame; Oh! hear Thy contrite servants’ cry, And save us, Jesu! lest we die. All we have broken Thy command; Lord, help us for Thy mercies’ sake; Deliver us from Satan’s hand, And safely to Thy kingdom take; Oh! hear Thy contrite servants’ cry, And save us, Jesu! lest we die. We flee for refuge to Thy love, Salvation of the helpless soul; Pour down Thy radiance from above, And make these sin-worn spirits whole: Oh! hear Thy contrite servants’ cry, And save us, Jesu! lest we die.

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Psalms 36:1

• [Psa 36:1] Trespass Of The Wicked Man, The

  The trespass of the wicked man Most plainly testifies That fear of God’s most holy Name Is not before his eyes. He cherishes the empty hope, Although his sin be great, It never shall be brought to light And viewed with righteous hate. The words he utters with his mouth Are wickedness and lies; He keeps himself from doing good, And ceases to be wise. While on his bed his thought he gives To planning wickedness; He sets himself in evil ways, He shuns not to transgress.

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• [Psa 36:1] While Men Grow Bold In Wicked Ways

  While men grow bold in wicked ways, And yet a God they own, My heart within me often says, “Their thoughts believe there’s none.” Their thoughts and ways at once declare, Whate’er their lips profess, God hath no wrath for them to fear, Nor will they seek His grace. What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes! But there’s a hastening hour, When they shall see with sore surprise The terrors of Thy power. Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep, unfathomed sea. Above the heav’ns’ created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds Where time and nature end. Safety to man Thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast; Beneath the shadow of Thy wings Thy children choose to rest. From Thee, when creature-streams run low. And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high. Though all created light decay, And death close up our eyes, Thy presence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rise.

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Psalms 37:7

• [Psa 37:7] Wait, And Murmur Not

  O troubled heart, there is a home Beyond the reach of toil and care; A home where changes never come: Who would not fain be resting there? Refrain O wait, meekly wait, and murmur not, O wait, meekly wait, and murmur not O wait, O wait, O wait, and murmur not. Yet when bowed down beneath the load By Heav’n allowed, thine earthly lot; Look up! thou’lt reach that blest abode; Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. Refrain Toil on, nor deem, tho’ sore it be, One sigh unheard, one prayer forgot; The day of rest will dawn for thee; Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. Refrain

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