Psalms 88-89
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1 LORD God of my salvation, To Thee, to Thee. I cry; Oh let my supplication Arrest Thine ear on high. Distresses round me thicken, My life draws nigh the grave; Descend, O Lord, to quicken, Descend my soul to save.
2 Thy wrath lies hard upon me, Thy billows o'er me roll, My friends all seem to shun me, And foes beset my soul. Where'er on earth I turn me, No comforter is near; Wilt Thou too, Father, spurn me? Wilt Thou refuse to hear?
3 No I banish'd and heart-broken My soul still clings to Thee; The promise Thou hast spoken Shall still my refuge be. So present ills and terrors My future joy increase, And scourge me from my errors To duty, hope, and peace. Henry Francis Lyte, 1834
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Psalm 89 (1 of 2)
1 MY never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord, And make succeeding ages know How faithful is His word.
2 The sacred truths His lips pronounce Shall firm as heaven endure; And if He speak a promise once, The eternal grace is sure.
3 How long the race of David held The promised Jewish throne! But there's a nobler covenant seal'd To David's greater Son.
4 His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of His grace Shall to that glory rise.
5 Lord God of hosts, Thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honours raise To Thine unchanging love. Isaac Watts, 1719
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Psalm 89 (2 of 2)
1 O GREATLY bless'd the people are The joyful sound that know; In brightness of Thy face, O Lord, They ever on shall go.
2 They in Thy name shall all the day Rejoice exceedingly; And in Thy righteousness shall they Exalted be on high.
3 Because the glory of their strength Doth only stand in Thee; And in Thy favour shall our horn And power exalted be.
4 For God is our defence; and He To us doth safety bring: The Holy One of Israel Is our almighty King. Scotch Version, 1641
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