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Psalms 18:20-24

Psalms 43:1-2

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Psalms 18:20-24

• [Psa 18:21] Lord, Thou Hast Seen My Soul Sincere

  Lord, Thou hast seen my soul sincere, Hast made Thy truth and love appear; Before mine eyes I set Thy laws, And Thou hast owned my righteous cause. Since I have learned Thy holy ways, I’ve walked upright before Thy face; Or if my feet did e’er depart, ’Twas never with a wicked heart. What sore temptations broke my rest! What wars and strugglings in my breast! But through Thy grace, that reigns within, I guard against my darling sin: That sin which close besets me still, That works and strives against my will: When shall Thy Spirit’s sovereign power Destroy it, that it rise no more? With an impartial hand, the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward; The kind and faithful souls shall find A God as faithful and as kind. The just and pure shall ever say Thou art more pure, more just than they; And men that love revenge shall know God hath an arm of vengeance, too.

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Psalms 26:1

• [Psa 26:1] Be Thou My Judge, O Righteous Lord

  Be Thou my Judge, O righteous Lord, Try Thou mine inmost heart; I walk with steadfast trust in Thee, Nor from Thy ways depart. O search me, Lord, and prove me now; Thy mercy I adore; I choose Thy truth to be my guide, And sinful ways abhor. My hands I wash in innocence And seek Thine altar, Lord, That there I may with thankful voice Thy wondrous ways record. The habitation of Thy house Is ever my delight; The place where dwells Thy glory, Lord, Is lovely in my sight. Let not the judgment fall on me For evil men decreed, For cruel men and violent, Inspired by bribes and greed. But I in mine integrity Will humbly walk with Thee; O my Redeemer and my Lord, Be merciful to me. Redeemed by Thee, I stand secure In peace and happiness; And in the Church, among Thy saints, Jehovah I will bless.

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Psalms 43:1-2

• [Psa 43:1] Judge Me, God Of My Salvation

  Judge me, God of my salvation, Plead my cause, for Thee I trust; Hear my earnest supplication, Save me from my foes unjust; O my soul, why art thou grieving? What disquiets and dismays? Hope in God; His help receiving, I shall yet my Savior praise. For my Strength, my God, Thou art: Why am I cast off by Thee In the sorrow of my heart, While the foe oppresses me? Light and truth, my way attending, Send Thou forth to be my guide, Till Thy holy mount ascending, I within Thy house abide. At Thy sacred altar bending, God, my God, my boundless joy, Harp and voice, in worship blending, For Thy praise will I employ. O my soul, why art thou grieving? What disquiets and dismays? Hope in God; His help receiving, I shall yet my Savior praise.

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• [Psa 43:1] Judge Me, O God, And Plead My Cause

  Judge me, O God, and plead my cause Against a sinful race; From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by Thy grace. From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by Thy grace. On Thee my steadfast hope depends, And am I left to mourn? To sink in sorrows and in vain Implore Thy kind return? To sink in sorrows and in vain Implore Thy kind return? O send Thy light to guide my feet And bid Thy truth appear; Conduct me to Thy holy hill And taste Thy mercies there. Conduct me to Thy holy hill And taste Thy mercies there. Then to Thy altar, oh my God, My joyful feet shall rise, And my triumphant songs shall praise The God that rules the skies. And my triumphant songs shall praise The God that rules the skies.

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Psalms 1:6

• [Psa 1:6] He Knows It All

  I love to think my Father knows Why I have missed the path I chose, And that I soon shall clearly see The way He led was best for me. Refrain He knows it all, He knows it all, My Father knows, He knows it all; Thy bitter tears how fast they fall! He knows, my Father knows it all. I love to think my Father knows The thorns I pluck with every rose The daily griefs I seek to hide From the dear soulsI walk beside. Refrain I love to think my Father knows The strength or weakness of my foes, And that I need but stand and see Each conflict end in victory. Refrain

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Psalms 1:1

• [Psa 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place

  Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat. But in the statutes of the Lord Has placed his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the Word, And meditates by night. He, like a plant of generous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state. Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine; While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. Not so the impious and unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm. Sinners in judgment shall not stand Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand Appoints His saints a place. His eye beholds the path they tread, His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell.

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• [Psa 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet

  Happy the man whose cautious feet Shun the broad way that sinners go, Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. He loves t’employ the morning light Amongst the statutes of the Lord; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word. He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams On ev’ry work his hands begin. But sinners find their counsels cross’d: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge, with stern command, Divides him to a diff’rent place. “Straight is the way My saints have trod; I bless’d the path, and drew it plain; But you would choose the crooked road, And down it leads to endless pain.”

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• [Psa 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The

  The man is ever bless’d Who shuns the sinners’ ways, Among their councils never stands, Nor takes the scorner’s place; But makes the law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labors of the day, And watches of the night. He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root; Fresh as the leaf his name shall live; His works are heav’nly fruit. Not so th’ungodly race, They no such blessings find; Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. How will they bear to stand Before that judgment seat, Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand, In full assembly meet! He knows, and He approves The way the righteous go; But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow.

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• [Psa 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God

  That man is blest who, fearing God From sin restrains his feet, Who will not stand with wicked men, Who shuns the scorners’ seat. Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law His portion and delight, And meditates upon that law With gladness day and night. That man is nourished like a tree Set by the river’s side; Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure, And thus his works abide. The wicked like the driven chaff Are swept from off the land; They shall not gather with the just, Nor in the judgment stand. The Lord will guard the righteous well, Their way to Him is known; The way of sinners, far from God, Shall surely be o’erthrown.

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