Psalms 30-32
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1 I WILL exalt Thee, Lord of hosts, For Thou'st exalted me; Since Thou hast silenced Satan's boasts, I'll therefore boast in Thee.
2 My sins had brought me near the grave, The grave of black despair; I look'd, but there was none to save Till I look'd up in prayer.
3 In answer to my piteous cries, From hell's dark brink I'm brought: My Jesus saw me from the skies, And swift salvation wrought.
4 All through the night I wept full sore, But morning brought relief; That hand, which broke my bones before, Then broke my bonds of grief.
5 My mourning He to dancing turns, For sackcloth joy He gives, A moment, Lord, Thine anger burns, But long Thy favour lives.
6 Sing with me, then, ye favour'd men, Who long have known His grace; With thanks recall the seasons when Ye also sought His face. Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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1 THE Lord who hath redeem'd our souls From death and endless woe, Whose wisdom each event controls, From whom all mercies flow. He hath decreed that even here His faithful sons shall prove, In weal and woe, 'midst toil and fear, The riches of His love.
2 But, oh! when life's brief term is o'er, And heaven unfolds her gates, For them what blessings are in store, For them what glory waits! Praise, then, the Lord, all ye His saints, To Him devote your hearts; He hears, He pities your complaints, Health, strength, and joy imparts. Harriett Auber, 1829.
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1 HAPPY the man to whom his God No more imputes his sin; But, wash'd in the Redeemer's blood, Hath made his garments clean!
2 Happy beyond expression he, Whose debts are thus discharged; And from the guilty bondage free, He feels his soul enlarged.
3 While I my inward guilt suppress'd No quiet could I find; Thy wrath lay burning in my breast, And rack'd my tortured mind.
4 Then I confessed my troubled thoughts, My secret sins reveal'd; Thy pardoning grace forgave my faults, Thy grace my pardon seal'd.
5 This shall invite Thy saints to pray: When, like a raging flood, Temptations rise, our strength and stay Is a forgiving God. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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