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Psalms 94:1-22

• [Psa 94:1] O Lord, Thou Judge

  O Lord, Thou Judge of all the earth, To Whom all vengeance doth belong, Arise and show Thy glory forth, Requite the proud, condemn the wrong. How long, O Lord, in boastful pride Shall wicked men triumphant stand? How long shall they afflict thy saints And scorn Thy wrath, Thy dreadful hand? The widow and the fatherless They slay, and helpless strangers smite; The faithful God they do not fear, They say the Lord will not requite. Be wise, ye fools and brutish men; Shall not He see Who formed the eye? Shall not He hear Who formed the ear, And judge, who reigneth, God most high? The Lord will judge in righteousness, From Him all truth and knowledge flow; The foolish thoughts of wicked men, How vain they are the Lord doth know. That man is blest whom Thou, O Lord, With chastening hand dost teach Thy will, For in the day when sinners fall That man in peace abideth still. The Lord will not cast off His own, Nor His inheritance forsake; Just judgment shall at length prevail, And upright hearts shall courage take. Who will arise for my defense Against the wicked in the land? Against iniquity and wrong What main for me will valiant stand? Unless the Lord had been my Help, My life had quickly passed away; But when my foot had almost slipped, O Lord, Thy mercy was my stay. Amid the doubts that fill my mind Thy comforts, Lord, bring joy to me; Can wickedness, though throned in might, Have fellowship, O Lord, with Thee? The wicked, in their might arrayed, Against the righteous join their power, But to the Lord I flee for help, He is my Refuge and my Tower. Our God, the Refuge of His saints, Will fight against iniquity; Avenger of the innocent The Lord omnipotent will be.

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• [Psa 94:19] Thou Lovely Source Of True Delight

  Thou lovely Source of true delight, Whom I unseen adore; Unveil Thy beauties to my sight, That I may love Thee more. Thy glory o’er creation shines; But in Thy sacred Word, I read in fairer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord. ’Tis here, whene’er my comforts droop, And sins and sorrows rise, Thy love with cheerful beams of hope, My fainting heart supplies. Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my Light, O come with blissful ray; Break radiant through the shades of night, And chase my fears away. Then shall my soul with rapture trace The wonders of Thy love; But the full glories of Thy face Are only known above.

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• [Psa 94:19] Thought Of God, The

  One thought I have, my ample creed, So deep it is and broad, And equal to my every need— It is the thought of God. Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise, I feast at life’s full board; And rising in my inner skies Shines forth the thought of God. At night my gladness is my prayer; I drop my daily load, And every care is pillowed there Upon the thought of God. I ask not far before to see, But take in trust my road; Life, death, and immortality Are in my thought of God. To this their secret strength they owed The martyr’s path who trod; The fountains of their patience flowed From out their thought of God. Be still the light upon my way, My pilgrim staff and rod, My rest by night, my strength by day O blessèd thought of God.

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• [Psa 94:22] Sweetly Resting

  In the rifted Rock I’m resting; Safely sheltered, I abide. There no foes nor storms molest me, While within the cleft I hide. Refrain Now I’m resting, sweetly resting, In the cleft once made for me. Jesus, blessèd Rock of Ages, I will hide myself in Thee. Long pursued by sin and Satan, Weary, sad, I longed for rest. Then I found this heav’nly shelter, Opened in my Savior’s breast. Refrain Peace which passeth understanding, Joy the world can never give, Now in Jesus I am finding; In His smiles of love I live. Refrain In the rifted Rock I’ll hide me Till the storms of life are past; All secure in this blest refuge, Heeding not the fiercest blast. Refrain

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• [Psa 94:22] When Thickly Beat The Storms Of Life

  When thickly beat the storms of life, And heavy is the chastening rod, The soul, beyond the waves of strife, Views the eternal Rock—her God. What hope dispels the spirit’s gloom, When sinking ’neath affliction’s shock? Faith, through the vista of the tomb, Points to the everlasting Rock. Is there a man who cannot see That joy and grief are from above? O let him humbly bend the knee, And own his Father’s chastening love. Hope, grace, and truth, with gentle hand, Shall lead a bleeding Savior’s flock, And show them, in the promised land, The shelter of th’eternal Rock.

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