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Hymns

Psalms 7:17

• [Psa 7:17] Sing Hallelujah, Praise The Lord!

  Sing hallelujah, praise the Lord! Sing with a cheerful voice; Exalt our God with one accord, And in His Name rejoice. Ne’er cease to sing, thou ransomed host, Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Until in realms of endless light Your praises shall unite. There we to all eternity Shall join the angelic lays And sing in perfect harmony To God our Savior’s praise; He hath redeemed us by His blood, And made us kings and priests to God, For us, for us, the Lamb was slain! Praise ye the Lord! Amen.

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• [Psa 7:17] Sing Praise To The Father

  Sing praise to the Father, Creator and King, Whose mercy has taught us a new song to sing; Who made us, and loved us though rebels and lost, And planned our redemption at infinite cost. Refrain Bless the Lord, bless the Lord, bless the Lord, O my soul, For the grace that redeems, for the love that makes whole; O come and adore him, his glories proclaim, And worship before him—the Lord is his name! Sing praise to the Savior, Redeemer, and Friend, For grace past all telling, for love without end; Who stripped off his glory, put on mortal sin, And died and was ris’n full atonement to win. Refrain Sing praise to the Spirit, the gift of God’s love, Who quickens our hearts with new life from above, Who woos us, subdues us, and seals us his own, And faultless presents us before his great throne. Refrain Sing praise to the Father, sing praise to the Son, Sing praise to the Spirit, great God Three in One; The God of salvation, of glory, of grace, Who wrought our redemption—my soul, sing his praise! Refrain

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Psalms 57:7

• [Psa 57:7] My Heart Is Fixed, O God (wesley)

  My heart is fixed, O God, my heart Is fixed to triumph in Thy grace: Awake, my lute, and bear a part My glory is to sing Thy praise, Till all Thy nature I partake, And bright in all thine image wake. Thee will I praise among thine own; Thee will I to the world extol, And make Thy truth and goodness known: Thy goodness, Lord, is over all; Thy truth and grace the heavens transcend; Thy faithful mercies never end. Be Thou exalted, Lord, above The highest name in earth or heaven; Let angels sing Thy glorious love, And bless the Name to sinners given; All earth and heaven their King proclaim! Bow every knee to Jesus’ Name!

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Psalms 108:1

• [Psa 108:1] My Heart Is Fixed, O God (psalter)

  My heart is fixed, O God, A grateful song I raise; Awake, O harp, in joyful strains; Awake, my soul, to praise. Among the nations, Lord, To Thee my song shall rise; Thy truth is great above the heav’ns, Thy mercies reach the skies. Above the heav’ns, O God, And over all the earth, Let men exalt Thy glorious Name And tell Thy matchless worth. Stretch forth Thy mighty hand In answer to our prayer, And let Thine own belovèd ones Thy great salvation share. The holy God has said, “All lands shall own My sway; My people shall My glory share, The heathen shall obey.” O who will lead our hosts To triumph o’er the foe, If Thou shalt cast us off, O God, Nor with our armies go? The help of man is vain, Be Thou our Helper, Lord; Through Thee we shall do valiantly If Thou Thine aid afford.

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• [Psa 108:1] My Steadfast Heart, O God

  My steadfast heart, O God, Will sound Thy praise abroad With tuneful string; The dawn shall hear my song, Thy praise I will prolong, And where Thy people throng Thanksgiving bring. Thy truth and tender love Are high as Heav’n above; Thy help we crave. Be Thou exalted high Above the lofty sky; Lest Thy belovèd die, O hear and save. God’s Word shall surely stand; His Name through every land Shall be adored; Lord, who shall lead our host? Thine aid we covet most, In Thee is all our boast, Strong in the Lord.

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• [Psa 108:1] O Come, My Soul, Bless Thou The Lord Thy

  O come, my soul, bless thou the Lord thy Maker, And all within me bless His holy Name; Bless thou the Lord, forget not all His mercies, His pard’ning grace and saving love proclaim. Refrain Bless Him forever, wondrous in might, Bless Him, His servants that in His will delight. Good is the Lord and full of kind compassion, Most slow to anger, plenteous in love; Rich is His grace to all that humbly seek Him, Boundless and endless as the heav’ns above. Refrain His love is like a father’s to his children, Tender and kind to all who fear His Name; For well He knows our weakness and our frailty, He knows that we are dust, He knows our frame. Refrain We fade and die like flow’rs that grow in beauty, Like tender grass that soon will disappear; But evermore the love of God is changeless, Still shown to those who look to Him in fear. Refrain High in the heav’ns His throne is fixed forever, His kingdom rules o’er all from pole to pole; Bless ye the Lord through all His wide dominion, Bless His most holy Name, O thou my soul. Refrain

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• [Psa 108:1] Singing Glory!

  I’ve something in my heart that Jesus gave to me, It makes me feel like singing glory all the day; He found my captive soul and gave me liberty, And now I feel like singing glory! Refrain He makes the path grow brighter ev’ry passing day; He makes the burden lighter all along the way; His Word is my delight, His will I now obey, And all the time I’m singing glory! My Savior loosed my tongue that I might speak His praise; Since then I have been singing glory all the day; I love to tell the lost of Jesus and His ways, And oh, it keeps me singing glory! Refrain My Savior took my feet from out the miry clay; Since then I have been singing glory all the day; He placed them on the Rock that shall not pass away— I cannot keep from singing glory! Refrain O weary heart and sad, O heavy laden soul, If you would feel like singing glory all the day, Just let the Savior in, and let Him take control; Then you will feel like singing glory! Refrain

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Psalms 27:6

• [Psa 27:6] I Will Sing My Maker’s Praises

  I will sing my Maker’s praises and in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces of His tender love to me. Nothing else than love could move Him with such sweet and tender care Evermore to raise and bear all who try to serve and love Him. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. Yea, so dear did He esteem me that His Son he loved so well He hath given to redeem me from the quenchless flames of hell. O Thou Spring of boundless blessing, how could e’er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find though my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. All that for my soul is needful He with loving care provides, Nor of that is He unheedful which my body needs besides. When my strength cannot avail me, when my powers can do no more, Doth my God His strength outpour; in my need He doth not fail me. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. When I sleep, He still is near me, o’er me rests His guardian eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me when the morning streaks the sky. Were it not for God’s protection, had His countenance not been Here my guide, I had not seen e’er the end of my affliction. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. As a father never turneth wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, longing to be reconciled, So my many sins and errors find a tender, pardoning God, Chastening frailty with His rod, not, in vengeance, with His terrors. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. Since, then, neither change nor coldness, in my Father’s love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, as Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, that I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, love and trust Thee and obey Thee And, when this brief life is o’er, praise and love Thee evermore.

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• [Psa 27:6] Sing Always

  Sing with a tuneful spirit, Sing with a cheerful lay, Praise to thy great Creator, While on the pilgrim way. Sing when the birds are waking, Sing with the morning light; Sing in the noontide’s golden beam, Sing in the hush of night. Sing when the heart is troubled, Sing when the hours are long, Sing when the storm cloud gathers; Sweet is the voice of song. Sing when the sky is darkest, Sing when the thunders roll; Sing of a land where rest remains, Rest for the weary soul. Sing in the vale of shadows, Sing in the hour of death, And when the eyes are closing, Sing with the latest breath. Sing till the heart’s deep longings Cease on the other shore; Then with the countless numbers there, Sing on, forever more!

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