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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 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 15:1-5

• [Psa 15:1] Lord, Who Shall Come To Thee

  Lord, who shall come to Thee, And stand before Thy face? Who shall abide, a welcome guest, Within Thy holy place? The man of upright life, Sincere in word and deed, Who slanders neither friend nor foe, Nor idle tales will heed. Who honors godly men, But scorns the false and vile, Who keeps his promised word to all, Though loss be his the while. Who loves not usury, Nor takes a base reward; Unmoved forever he shall be, And stand before the Lord.

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• [Psa 15:1] Who, O Lord, With Thee Abiding

  Who, O Lord, with Thee abiding, In Thy House shall be Thy guest? Who, his feet to Zion turning, In Thy holy hill shall rest? He that ever walks uprightly, Does the right without a fear, When he speaks, he speaks not lightly, But with truth and love sincere. He that slanders not his brother, Does not evil to a friend; To reproaches of another He refuses to attend. Wicked men win not his favor, But the good who fear the Lord; From his vow he will not waver, Though it bring him sad reward. Freely to the needy lending, No excess he asks again; And the innocent befriending, He desires not praise of men. Doing this, and evil spurning, He shall nevermore be moved; This the man with Thee sojourning, This the man by Thee approved.

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• [Psa 15:1] Who Shall Ascend Thy Heav’nly Place?

  Who shall ascend Thy heav’nly place, Great God, and dwell before Thy face? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below. Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbor wrong. Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vents it to his neighbor’s hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honored in his eyes. Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good; Nor dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears. He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold; While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door. He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face And doth to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them. Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone: This is the man Thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with Thee.

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• [Psa 15:1] Who Shall Inhabit In Thy Hill?

  Who shall inhabit in Thy hill, O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near His throne of grace? The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands; That trusts his Maker’s promises, And follows His commands. He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbor wrong. The wealthy sinner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord; And though to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never gripe the poor: This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his Heav’n secure.

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• [Psa 15:1] 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.

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