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Psalms 37:1

[Psa 37:1] Fret Not Thyself 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Fret not thyself, nor envious be,
When wicked workers thou shalt see,
Who prosper in their way;
For like the grass they perish soon,
And, like the herb cut down at noon,
They wither in a day.

Trust in the Lord and still do well,
Within the land securely dwell,
Feed on His faithfulness;
Delight thee also in the Lord,
And to thy heart He will accord
The good it would possess.

Yea, to the Lord thy way is known;
Confide in Him Who on the throne
Abides in power divine;
Thy righteousness He shall display;
Resplendent as the light of day,
It shall unclouded shine.

Rest in the Lord and be thou still,
With patience wait His holy will,
Enduring to the end.
Fret not though sinners’ gains increase;
Forsake thy wrath, from anger cease;
It will to evil tend.

The evil-doer soon shall die,
But those that on the Lord rely
Shall all the land obtain.
A little while and thou shalt see
That wicked man cut off shall be,
They shall be sought in vain.

Yea, thou shalt soon consider well
The place where they were wont to dwell,
And it shall not be found;
But saints shall all the land possess,
And find delight and happiness
Where fruits of peace abound.

The vile may plot against the just
Who in the Lord Jehovah trust,
But God will scorn them all;
The Lord their coming day shall see,
When broken all their power shall be,
And ruin on them fall.

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[Psa 37:1] Why Should I Vex My Soul? 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great
By violence and lies?

As flowery grass, cut down at noon,
Before the evening fades,
So shall their glories vanish soon
In everlasting shades.

Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And practice all that’s good;
So shall I dwell among the just,
And He’ll provide me food.

I to my God my ways commit,
And cheerful wait His will;
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfill.

Mine innocence shalt Thou display,
And make Thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.

The meek at last the earth possess,
And are the heirs of Heav’n;
True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are giv’n.

Rest in the Lord, and keep His way,
Nor let your anger rise,
Though Providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice.

Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for He sees
Their day of vengeance come.

They have drawn out the threatening sword,
Have bent the murderous bow,
To slay the men that fear the Lord,
And bring the righteous low.

My God shall break their bows, and burn
Their persecuting darts,
Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pain surprise their hearts.

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Psalms 3:1-8

[Psa 3:1] My God, How Many Are My Fears 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

My God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.

The lying tempter would persuade
There’s no relief in Heav’n;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv’n.

But Thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

I cried, and from His holy hill
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father, and my God,
And He subdued my fear.

He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.

What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stood,
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace,
While I Thy glory sing;
My God has broke the serpent’s teeth,
And death has lost his sting.

Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save;
Blessings attend Thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

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[Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

O Lord, how are my foes increased!
Against me many rise;
How many say, in vain for help
He on his God relies.

Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord,
My Savior, O Most High,
The Lord from out His holy hill
Gives answer when I cry.

I laid me down and slept, I waked,
Because the Lord sustains;
Though many thousands compass me,
Unmoved my soul remains.

Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
For Thou hast owned my cause;
And oft hast beaten down my foes
Who scorn Thy righteous laws.

Salvation to the Lord belongs,
In Him His saints are blest;
O let Thy blessing evermore
Upon Thy people rest.

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[Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Many They 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

O Lord, how many they
Who deeply trouble me;
How greatly are they multiplied
Who do me injury.

There is no help for him,
No help in God, they say;
Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord,
Thou art my certain Stay.

I called to God, He heard
From out His holy hill.
I fell asleep, I woke in peace,
For He sustained me still.

Arise and save, O Lord,
For Thou didst smite my foe.
Salvation cometh from the Lord;
His saints His blessings know.

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[Psa 3:5] O Lord, How Many Are My Foes 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

O Lord, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defense and hope is God.

Tired with the burdens of the day,
To Thee I raised an evening cry:
Thou heard’st when I began to pray,
And Thine almighty help was nigh.

Supported by Thine heav’nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure:
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.

But God sustained me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong;
He raised my head to see the light,
And make His praise my morning song.

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[Psa 3:8] Great Source Of Unexhausted Good 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Great Source of unexhausted good,
Who givest us health and friends and food
And peace and calm content;
Like fragrant incense, to the skies,
Let songs of grateful praises rise
For all Thy blessings lent.

Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy providence attends our way,
To guard us and to guide;
Thy grace directs our wandering will,
And warns us, lest seducing ill
Allure our souls aside.

To Thee our lives, our all, we owe,
Our peace and sweetest joys below,
And brightest hopes above;
Then let our lives, and all that’s ours,
Our souls, and all our active powers,
Be sacred to Thy love.

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[Psa 3:8] Thy Blessing, O Lord 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Thy blessing, O Lord, With peace us afford; Protect and keep us from danger. Thy face ever bright With heavenly light Let shine now upon us, Thy children. Thy countenance lift, And grant us Thy gift, The peace that abideth forever. That thus we may be Forever with Thee; O Jesus, say “Amen,” yea, “Amen.”
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