Tag: Songs of Christ

1    He that doth in the secret place

          of the most High reside,

     Under the shade of him that is

          th’ Almighty shall abide.

2    I of the Lord my God will say,

          He is my refuge still,

     He is my fortress, and my God,

          and in him trust I will.

3    Assuredly he shall thee save,

          and give deliverance

     From subtile fowler’s snare, and from

          the noisome pestilence.

4    His feathers shall thee hide; thy trust

          under his wings shall be:

     His faithfulness shall be a shield

          and buckler unto thee.

5    Thou shalt not need to be afraid

          for terrors of the night;

     Nor for the arrow that doth fly

          by day, while it is light;

6    Nor for the pestilence, that walks

          in darkness secretly;

     Nor for destruction, that doth waste

          at noon-day openly.

7    A thousand at thy side shall fall,

          on thy right hand shall lie

     Ten thousand dead; yet unto thee

          it shall not once come nigh.

8    Only thou with thine eyes shalt look,

          and a beholder be;

     And thou therein the just reward

          of wicked men shalt see.

9    Because the Lord, who constantly

          my refuge is alone,

     Ev’n the most High, is made by thee

          thy habitation;

10   No plague shall near thy dwelling come;

          no ill shall thee befall:

11   For thee to keep in all thy ways

          his angels charge he shall.

12   They in their hands shall bear thee up,

          still waiting thee upon;

     Lest thou at any time should’st dash

          thy foot against a stone.

13   Upon the adder thou shalt tread,

          and on the lion strong;

     Thy feet on dragons trample shall,

          and on the lions young.

14   Because on me he set his love,

          I’ll save and set him free;

     Because my great name he hath known,

          I will him set on high.

15   He’ll call on me, I’ll answer him;

          I will be with him still

     In trouble, to deliver him,

          and honour him I will.

16   With length of days unto his mind

          I will him satisfy;

     I also my salvation

          will cause his eyes to see.

1    Praise God: ye servants of the Lord,

          O praise, the Lord’s name praise.

2    Yea, blessed be the name of God

          from this time forth always.

3    From rising sun to where it sets,

          God’s name is to be prais’d.

4    Above all nations God is high,

          ‘bove heav’ns his glory rais’d.

5    Unto the Lord our God that dwells

          on high, who can compare?

6    Himself that humbleth things to see

          in heav’n and earth that are.

7    He from the dust doth raise the poor,

          that very low doth lie;

     And from the dunghill lifts the man

          oppress’d with poverty;

8    That he may highly him advance,

          and with the princes set;

     With those that of his people are

          the chief, ev’n princes great.

9    The barren woman house to keep

          he maketh, and to be

     Of sons a mother full of joy.

          Praise to the Lord give ye.

1    When Isr’el out of Egypt went,

          and did his dwelling change,

     When Jacob’s house went out from those

          that were of language strange,

2    He Judah did his sanctuary,

          his kingdom Isr’el make:

3    The sea it saw, and quickly fled,

          Jordan was driven back.

4    Like rams the mountains, and like lambs

          the hills skipp’d to and fro.

5    O sea, why fledd’st thou? Jordan, back

          why wast thou driven so?

6    Ye mountains great, wherefore was it

          that ye did skip like rams?

     And wherefore was it, little hills,

          that ye did leap like lambs?

7    O at the presence of the Lord,

          earth, tremble thou for fear,

     While as the presence of the God

          of Jacob doth appear:

8    Who from the hard and stony rock

          did standing water bring;

     And by his pow’r did turn the flint

          into a water-spring.

1    The Lord did say unto my Lord,
          Sit thou at my right hand,
     Until I make thy foes a stool,
          whereon thy feet may stand.

2    The Lord shall out of Sion send
          the rod of thy great pow’r:
     In midst of all thine enemies
          be thou the governor.

3    A willing people in thy day
          of pow’r shall come to thee,
     In holy beauties from morn’s womb;
          thy youth like dew shall be.

4    The Lord himself hath made an oath,
          and will repent him never,
     Of th’ order of Melchisedec
          thou art a priest for ever.

5    The glorious and mighty Lord,
          that sits at thy right hand,
     Shall, in his day of wrath, strike through
          kings that do him withstand.

6    He shall among the heathen judge,
          he shall with bodies dead
     The places fill: o’er many lands
          he wound shall ev’ry head.

7    The brook that runneth in the way
          with drink shall him supply;
     And, for this cause, in triumph he
          shall lift his head on high.

1    My heart is fix’d, Lord; I will sing,

          and with my glory praise.

2    Awake up psaltery and harp;

          myself I’ll early raise.

3    I’ll praise thee ‘mong the people, Lord;

          ‘mong nations sing will I:

4    For above heav’n thy mercy’s great,

          thy truth doth reach the sky.

5    Be thou above the heavens, Lord,

          exalted gloriously;

     Thy glory all the earth above

          be lifted up on high.

6    That those who thy beloved are

          delivered may be,

     O do thou save with thy right hand,

          and answer give to me.

7    God in his holiness hath said,

          Herein I will take pleasure;

     Shechem I will divide, and forth

          will Succoth’s valley measure.

8    Gilead I claim as mine by right;

          Manasseh mine shall be;

     Ephraim is of my head the strength;

          Judah gives laws for me;

9    Moab’s my washing-pot; my shoe

          I’ll over Edom throw;

     Over the land of Palestine

          I will in triumph go.

10   O who is he will bring me to

          the city fortify’d?

     O who is he that to the land

          of Edom will me guide?

11   O God, thou who hadst cast us off,

          this thing wilt thou not do?

     And wilt not thou, ev’n thou, O God,

          forth with our armies go?

12   Do thou from trouble give us help,

          for helpless is man’s aid.

13   Through God we shall do valiantly;

          our foes he shall down tread.