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Psalms 5:1

• [Psa 5:1] Hear My Words, O Gracious Lord

  Hear my words, O gracious Lord, To my thoughts attentive be; Hear my cry, my King, my God, I will make my prayer to Thee. With the morning light, O Lord, Thou shalt hear my voice arise, And expectant I will bring Prayer as morning sacrifice. Thou art holy, O my God, Thou delightest not in sin; Evil shall not dwell with Thee, Nor the proud Thy favor win. In the fullness of Thy grace To Thy house I will repair; Bowing toward Thy holy place, Lost in love I worship there.

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• [Psa 5:1] O Jehovah, Hear My Words

  O Jehovah, hear my words, To my thoughts attentive be; Hear my cry, my King, my God, I will make my prayer to Thee. With the morning light, O Lord, Thou shalt hear my voice arise, And expectant I shall bring Prayer as morning sacrifice. Thou, Jehovah, art a God Who delightest not in sin; Evil shall not dwell with Thee, Nor the proud Thy favor win. Evil doers Thou dost hate, Lying tongues Thou wilt defeat, God abhors the man who loves Violence and base deceit. In the fullness of Thy grace To Thy house I will repair; Bowing toward Thy holy place, In Thy fear to worship there. Lead me in Thy righteousness, Let my foes assail in vain; Lest my feet be turned aside, Make Thy way before me plain. False and faithless are my foes, In their mouth no truth is found; Deadly are the words they speak, All their thoughts with sin abound. Bring, O God, their plans to naught, Hold them guilty in Thy sight, For against Thee and Thy law They have set themselves to fight. O let all that trust Thy care Ever glad and joyful be; Let them joy who love Thy Name, Safely guarded, Lord, by Thee. For a blessing from Thy store To the righteous Thou wilt yield; Thou wilt compass him about With Thy favor as a shield.

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• [Psa 5:1] ’tis Jesus

  I know of a world that is sunk in shame, Where hearts oft faint and tire; But I know of a Name, a precious Name, That can set that world on fire; Its sound is sweet, its letters flame. Refrain I know of a Name, a precious Name, ’Tis Jesus. I know of a Book a marvelous Book, With a message for all who hear; And the same dear Name, His wonderful Name, Illumines its pages clear; The Book is His Word, its message I’ve heard. Refrain I know of a home in Immanuel’s land, Where hearts ne’er faint nor tire; And His marvelous Name, His own dear Name, Inspires the heav’nly choir; Hear the melody ringing, my own heart singing. Refrain

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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 64:1

• [Psa 64:1] Hear, Lord, The Voice Of My Complaint

  Hear, Lord, the voice of my complaint, Preserve my life from fear; Hide me from plotting enemies And evil, crowding near. The workers of iniquity, Their deadly shafts prepare; They aim at me their treacherous words; O save me from their snare. The wicked in their base designs Grow arrogant and bold; Conspiring secretly, they think That God will not behold; They search out more iniquity, Their thoughts and plans are deep, But God will smite, for He is near His saints to guard and keep. The wicked, by their sins o’ercome, Shall soon be brought to shame; The hand of God shall yet appear, And all shall fear His Name. The just shall triumph in the Lord, Their trust shall be secure, And endless glory then shall crown The upright and the pure.

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• [Psa 64:1] Unmoved By Fear, My Praise Is Due

  Unmoved by fear, my praise is due To Thee, Thou gracious God of saints; Thy mercies great, Thy counsel true, My prayers are heard and my complaints; My prayers are heard and my complaints. Compassed by love, my heart’s best thought I raise in gratitude to Thee; Nor wait to thank Thee; all untaught, Thy love’s best gift hath taught it me; Thy love’s best gift hath taught it me. I fear but that I may not gain A place beside my noblest Friend; I love, but ah, the sweet refrain, “On Thee, my Savior, I depend; On Thee, my Savior, I depend.”

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Psalms 80:1

• [Psa 80:1] Faithful Shepherd, Feed Me

  Faithful Shepherd, feed me In the pastures green; Faithful Shepherd, lead me Where Thy steps are seen. Hold me fast, and guide me In the narrow way; So, with Thee beside me, I shall never stray. Daily bring me nearer To the heav’nly shore; Make my faith grow clearer, May I love Thee more. Hallow every pleasure, Every gift and pain; Be Thyself my treasure, Though none else I gain. Day by day prepare me As Thou seest best, Then let angels bear me To Thy promised rest.

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• [Psa 80:1] O Thou Who The Shepherd Of Israel Art

  O Thou Who the Shepherd of Israel art, Give ear to our pray’r and Thy favor impart; Thou Leader of Joseph, Thou Guide of his way, ’Mid cherubim dwelling, Thy glory display. In Ephraim’s, Manasseh’s and Benjamin’s sight, O come Thou and save us; awake in Thy might. O God, give us favor, restore to Thy grace; And then we shall live in the light of Thy face. From Egypt’s dark border a vine Thou didst take; Destroying the heathen didst room for it make. Where planted it grew at Thy sov’reign command, With roots deeply set and boughs filling the land. The axe hews it down; it is burned in the fire; They perish, rebuked in Thy terrible ire. O lay then Thy hand on the Man of Thy might, The Son of Man made to stand strong in Thy sight. No more shall we wander, delighting in shame; Revive us, O Lord, we will call on Thy Name. O Lord God of Hosts, us restore to Thy grace, And then we shall live in the light of Thy face.

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Psalms 84:8

• [Psa 84:8] Inspirer And Hearer Of Prayer

  Inspirer and hearer of prayer, Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine, My all to Thy covenant care, I, sleeping or waking, resign. If Thou art my Shield and my Sun, The night is no darkness to me; And, fast as my minutes roll on, They bring me but nearer to Thee. A sovereign Protector I have, Unseen, yet for ever at hand; Unchangeably faithful to save, Almighty to rule and command. His smiles and His comforts abound, His grace, as the dew, shall descend; And walls of salvation surround The soul He delights to defend.

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• [Psa 84:8] Lord God Of Hosts, In Mercy

  Lord God of hosts, in mercy My supplication hear; Almighty and all faithful, Our fathers’ God, give ear. Our Shield and great Defender, No longer hide Thy face, But look upon Thy servant, Anointed by Thy grace. In Thy blest courts to worship, My God, a single day Is better than a thousand While far from Thee I stray. Though in a lowly station, The service of my Lord I choose above all pleasures That sinful ways afford. A sun and shield forever Is God, the Lord Most High, To those who walk uprightly No good will He deny. His saints, His grace receiving, Shall soon His glory see; O Lord of hosts, most blessèd Are they that trust in Thee.

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• [Psa 84:8] O Lord Of Hosts, To Thee I Cry

  O Lord of hosts, to Thee I cry, Our fathers’ God, to Thee; Let my petition reach Thine ear, My prayer accepted be. O God our Shield, look Thou on us, Reveal Thyself in grace, And let Thine own anointed one Behold Thee face to face. A single day within Thy courts, Where I Thy beauty see, Is better than a thousand days, My God, apart from Thee. A lowly station in Thy house Were dearer to my heart Than in the tents of wickedness To claim the chiefest part. A Sun and Shield is God, the Lord, To lighten and defend; The Lord to such as look to Him Will grace and glory send. To those that walk in righteousness No good will He deny. O Lord of hosts, how blest are they Who on Thy grace rely!

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Psalms 84:1

• [Psa 84:1] How Dear To Me, O Lord Of Hosts

  How dear to me, O Lord of Hosts, The place where Thou dost dwell; The tabernacles of Thy grace In pleasantness excel. My spirit longs, yea, even faints, Thy sacred courts to see; My thirsting heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for Thee. Beneath Thy care the sparrow finds A place of peaceful rest; Where she may safely lay her young The swallow finds a nest. Then, Lord of Hosts, my King, my God, Thy love will shelter me; Beneath Thy altar’s peaceful shade My dwelling place shall be. Blest they who dwell within Thy house, Their perfect strength Thou art; Their joyful praise shall never cease, Thy ways are in their heart. Their tears of grief, like early rain, Sweet springs of joy shall fill; With strength renewed they journey safe To Zion’s holy hill.

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• [Psa 84:1] How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings Fair

  How lovely are Thy dwellings fair, O Lord of hosts; how dear The pleasant tabernacles are Where Thou dost dwell so near! Happy, who in Thy house reside, Where Thee they ever praise! Happy, whose strength in Thee doth bide, And in their hearts Thy ways! They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Zion doth appear. Lord God of hosts that reign’st on high, That man is truly blest Who only on Thee doth rely, And in Thee only rest.

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• [Psa 84:1] How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place

  How lovely is Thy dwelling place, O Lord of hosts to me! The tabernacles of Thy grace How pleasant, Lord, they be! My thirsty soul longs ardently, Yes, faints Thy courts to see; My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for Thee. Behold the sparrow findeth out A house wherein to rest; The swallow also, for herself, Provided hath a nest. Ee’n Thine own altars, where she safe Her young ones forth may bring, O Thou, almighty Lord of hosts, Who art my God and King. Blest are they in Thy house that dwell, They ever give Thee praise, Blest is the man whose strength Thou art, In whose heart are Thy ways.

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• [Psa 84:1] Lord Of The Worlds Above

  Lord of the worlds above, how pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are! To Thine abode, my heart aspires with warm desires To see my God. The sparrow for her young with pleasure seeks a nest, And wand’ring swallows long to find their wonted rest: My spirit faints With equal zeal to rise and dwell Among thy saints. O happy souls that pray where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay their constant service there! They praise Thee still; and happy they that love the way To Zion’s hill. They go from strength to strength, through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, till each in heaven appears; O glorious seat, when God, our King, shall thither bring Our willing feet! To spend one sacred day where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy than thousand days beside: Where God resorts, I love it more to keep the door Than shine in courts. God is our Sun and Shield, our Light and our Defense; With gifts His hands are filled; we draw our blessings thence. He shall bestow on Jacob’s race peculiar grace And glory too. The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, whose spirit trusts Alone in Thee.

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• [Psa 84:1] O God Of Hosts, The Mighty Lord

  O God of hosts, the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place Where Thou, enthroned in glory, show’st, The brightness of Thy face. O Lord of hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they Who in Thy temple always dwell, And there Thy praise display. Thrice happy they whose choice has Thee Their sure protection made; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to Thy dwelling lead. For in Thy courts one single day ’Tis better to attend, Than, Lord, in any place besides A thousand days to spend. For God, who is our Sun and Shield, Will grace and glory give; And no good thing will He withhold From them that justly live. Thou God, whom heav’nly host obey, How highly blest is he Whose hope and trust, securely placed, Is still reposed on Thee.

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• [Psa 84:1] O Lord Of Hosts, How Lovely

  O Lord of hosts, how lovely the place where Thou dost dwell! Thy tabernacles holy in pleasantness excel. My soul is longing, fainting, Jehovah’s courts to see; My heart and flesh are crying, O living God for Thee. Behold the sparrow findeth a house in which to rest, The swallow has discovered where she may build her nest; And where, securely sheltered, her young she forth may bring; So Lord of hosts, Thine altars I seek, my God, my King. Blest who Thy house inhabit, they ever give Thee praise. Blest all whom Thou dost strengthen, who love the sacred ways. Who pass through Baca’s valley, and make in it a well; There rains in shower abundant the pools with water fill. So they from strength unwearied go forward unto strength, Till they appear in Zion, before the Lord at length. O hear, Lord God of Jacob, to me an answer yield; The face of Thine anointed, behold, O God, our Shield. One day excels a thousand, if spent Thy courts within; I’ll chose Thy threshold rather than dwell in tents of sin. Our Sun and Shield Jehovah, will grace and glory give; No good will He deny them that uprightly do live.

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Psalms 3:1

• [Psa 3:1] My God, How Many Are My Fears

  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

  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

  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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