Original Tune: Stand Up and Bless the Lord (Old 134th); Genevan Psalter, 1551 Edition; adapt., William Crotch 1775-1847
Psalm 3
O Lord, how many foes
Who rise and trouble me;
How greatly are they multiplied
Who do me injury.
There is no help for him,
No help in God, they say;
But you my Shield and Glory, Lord,
Thou art my certain Stay.
I called to God; He hears
From high, His holy hill
I fell asleep, I woke in peace,
For He sustained me still.
Arise and save, O Lord,
For Thou doth strike my foe.
Salvation cometh from the Lord;
His saints His blessings know.
I cried out in despair
My Savior rescued me
O praise His name, my Lord who cares
Who died and rose for me.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Creation Tells of Glory
Original Tune: I Love to tell the Story: William G. Fischer, 1835-1912
Psalm 19
Creation tells of glory for all the world to see,
How Father, Son, and Spirit; together one and three.
There is no speech or language where they cannot be heard,
It speaks to me his presence; confirms the spoken word.
The heav’ns declare your glory, the skies proclaim love’s story
Our bridegroom comes from glory, redeeming grace is come.
The law of God is perfect, reviving my poor soul
His precepts all are righteous, gives joy to them who know.
The fear of God endureth and makes the humble pure
More precious than earth’s glory, thy word alone is sure.
The heav’ns declare your glory, the skies proclaim love’s story
Our bridegroom comes from glory, redeeming grace is come.
Forgive my known obsessions, forgive my hidden faults.
Thy children keep from falling, Thy word my ev’ry thought.
Then I will be made blameless, not I but Christ inside
Thy pleasing son from glory, the law is satisfied.
The heav’ns declare your glory, the skies proclaim love’s story
Our bridegroom comes from glory, redeeming grace is come.
Psalm 19
Creation tells of glory for all the world to see,
How Father, Son, and Spirit; together one and three.
There is no speech or language where they cannot be heard,
It speaks to me his presence; confirms the spoken word.
The heav’ns declare your glory, the skies proclaim love’s story
Our bridegroom comes from glory, redeeming grace is come.
The law of God is perfect, reviving my poor soul
His precepts all are righteous, gives joy to them who know.
The fear of God endureth and makes the humble pure
More precious than earth’s glory, thy word alone is sure.
The heav’ns declare your glory, the skies proclaim love’s story
Our bridegroom comes from glory, redeeming grace is come.
Forgive my known obsessions, forgive my hidden faults.
Thy children keep from falling, Thy word my ev’ry thought.
Then I will be made blameless, not I but Christ inside
Thy pleasing son from glory, the law is satisfied.
The heav’ns declare your glory, the skies proclaim love’s story
Our bridegroom comes from glory, redeeming grace is come.
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