Psalms 68-69

Psalm 68 (2 of 3)

1 AS Thy chosen people, Lord, Once oppress'd, in numbers few, Trusted to Thy steadfast word, And a mighty nation grew; So Thy church on earth begun, By Thy blessing shall increase, While the course of time shall run, Till Messiah's reign of peace.

2 Soon shall every scattered tribe To her bosom be restored;

Every heart and tongue ascribe Praise and glory to the Lord;

Militant awhile below Rest and joy shall soon be given;

Then in rapturous strains shall now Her triumphant song in heaven.

Harriett Auber, 1829.

Psalm 68 (3 of 3)

1 KINGDOMS and thrones to God belong, Crown Him, ye nations, in your song: His wondrous names and powers rehearse; His honours shall enrich your verse.

2 Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him bless'd;

He's your defence, your joy, your rest; When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 69

1 LORD, I would stand with thoughtful eye Beneath Thy fatal tree, And see Thee bleed, and see Thee die, And think, "What love to me!"

2 Dwell on the sight, my stony heart, Till every pulse within Shall into contrite sorrow start, And hate the thought of sin.

3 Didst Thou for me, my Saviour, brave The scoff, the scourge, the gall, The nails, the thorns, the spear, the grave, While I deserved them all?

4 Oh help me some return to make, To yield my heart to Thee, And do and suffer for Thy sake As Thou didst then for me.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834