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Psalms 119:17-32

• [Psa 119:17] Thy Servant, Blessed By Thee

  Thy servant, blessed by Thee, shall live And keep Thy Word with awe; Lord open Thou mine eyes to see The wonders of Thy law. A pilgrim in the earth am I, Thy will to me reveal; To know Thy truth my spirit yearns, Consumed with ardent zeal. Thou dost rebuke the proud, O Lord, Who hate Thy holy Name; But since I keep Thy righteous law, Deliver me from shame. I on Thy statutes meditate, Though evil men deride; Thy faithful Word is my delight, My counselor and guide.

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• [Psa 119:18] Open My Eyes, That I May See

  Open my eyes, that I may see Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me; Place in my hands the wonderful key That shall unclasp and set me free. Refrain Silently now I wait for Thee, Ready my God, Thy will to see, Open my eyes, illumine me, Spirit divine! Open my ears, that I may hear Voices of truth Thou sendest clear; And while the wave notes fall on my ear, Everything false will disappear. Refrain Open my mouth, and let me bear, Gladly the warm truth everywhere; Open my heart and let me prepare Love with Thy children thus to share. Refrain

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• [Psa 119:18] Thy Word Is Like A Garden, Lord

  Thy Word is like a garden, Lord, with flowers bright and fair; And every one who seeks may pluck a lovely cluster there. Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine; and jewels rich and rare Are hidden in its mighty depths for every searcher there. Thy Word is like a starry host: a thousand rays of light Are seen to guide the traveler and make his pathway bright. Thy Word is like an armory, where soldiers may repair; And find, for life’s long battle day, all needful weapons there. O may I love Thy precious Word, may I explore the mine, May I its fragrant flowers glean, may light upon me shine! O may I find my armor there! Thy Word my trusty sword, I’ll learn to fight with every foe the battle of the Lord.

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• [Psa 119:25] My Grieving Soul Revive, O Lord

  My grieving soul revive, O Lord, According to Thy Word; To Thee my ways I have declared And Thou my prayer hast heard. Teach me to know Thy holy way And think upon Thy deeds; In grief I ask for promised grace According to my need. Keep me from falsehood, let Thy law With me in grace abide; The way of faithfulness I choose, Thy precepts are my guide. I cleave unto Thy truth, O Lord, From shame deliver me; In glad obedience I will live Through strength bestowed by Thee.

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• [Psa 119:27] How Wondrous And Great Thy Works

  How wondrous and great Thy works, God of praise! How just, King of saints, And true are Thy ways! O who shall not fear Thee, And honor Thy Name? Thou only art holy, Thou only supreme. To nations long dark Thy light shall be shown; Their worship and vows Shall come to Thy throne: Thy truth and Thy judgments Shall spread all abroad, Till earth’s every people Confess Thee their God.
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• [Psa 119:30] Christ In His Word Draws Near

  Christ in His Word draws near; Hush, moaning voice of fear, He bids thee cease; With songs sincere and sweet Let us arise, and meet Him Who comes forth to greet Our souls with peace. Rising above thy care, Meet Him as in the air, O weary heart; Put on joy’s sacred dress; Lo, as He comes to bless, Quite from thy weariness Set free thou art. For works of love and praise He brings thee summer days, Warm days and bright; Winter is past and gone, Now He, salvation’s Sun, Shineth on every one With mercy’s light. From the bright sky above, Clad in His robes of love, ’Tis He, our Lord! Dim earth itself grows clear As His light draweth near; O let us hush and hear His holy Word.

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• [Psa 119:30] Give Me The Bible

  Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming, To cheer the wand’rer lone and tempest tossed; No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming, Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost. Refrain Give me the Bible, holy message shining; Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way; Precept and promise, law and love combining, Till night shall vanish in eternal day. Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken, When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear; Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken, Hold up faith’s lamp to show my Savior near. Refrain Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten, Teach me the danger of these realms below; That lamp of safety o’er the gloom shall brighten, That light alone the path of peace can show. Refrain Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal, Hold up that splendor by the open grave; Show me the light from Heaven’s shining portal, Show me the glory gilding Jordan’s wave. Refrain

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• [Psa 119:30] Voice Of God’s Creation Found Me, The

  The Voice of God’s Creation found me Perplexed midst hope and fear, For though His sunshine flashed around me, His storms at times drew near: And I said— Oh! that I knew where He abideth! For doubts beset our lot, And lo! His glorious face He hideth, And men perceive it not! The Voice of God’s Protection told me He loveth all He made; I seemed to feel His arms enfold me, And yet was half afraid: And I said— Oh! that I knew where I might find Him! His eye would guide me right: He leaveth countless tracks behind Him, Yet passeth out of sight. The Voice of Conscience sounded nearer, It stirred my inmost breast; But though its tones were firmer, clearer, ’Twas not the voice of rest: And I said— Oh! that I knew if He forgiveth! My soul is faint within, Because in grievous fear it liveth Of wages due to sin. It was the Voice of Revelation That met my utmost need; The wondrous message of salvation Was joy and peace indeed: And I said— Oh! how I love the sacred pages From which such tidings flow, As monarchs, patriarchs, poets, sages, Have longed in vain to know! For now is life a lucid story, And death a rest in Him, And all is bathed in light and glory That once was dark or dim: And I said— O Thou Who dost my soul deliver, And all its hopes uplift; Give me a tongue praise the Giver, A heart to prize the gift.

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