Tag: Songs of Christ

  • Psalm 113

    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.

  • Psalm 128

    1    Bless’d is each one that fears the Lord,

              and walketh in his ways;

    2    For of thy labour thou shalt eat,

              and happy be always.

    3    Thy wife shall as a fruitful vine

              by thy house’ sides be found:

         Thy children like to olive-plants

              about thy table round.

    4    Behold, the man that fears the Lord,

              thus blessed shall he be.

    5    The Lord shall out of Sion give

              his blessing unto thee:

         Thou shalt Jerus’lem’s good behold

              whilst thou on earth dost dwell.

    6    Thou shalt thy children’s children see,

              and peace on Israel.

  • Psalm 114

    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.

  • Psalm 110

    Psalm 110 LIVE

    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.

  • Psalm 108

    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.

  • Psalm 129

    1    Oft did they vex me from my youth,

              may Isr’el now declare;

    2    Oft did they vex me from my youth,

              yet not victorious were.

    3    The plowers plow’d upon my back;

              they long their furrows drew.

    4    The righteous Lord did cut the cords

              of the ungodly crew.

    5    Let Sion’s haters all be turn’d

              back with confusion.

    6    As grass on houses’ tops be they,

              which fades ere it be grown:

    7    Whereof enough to fill his hand

              the mower cannot find;

         Nor can the man his bosom fill,

              whose work is sheaves to bind.

    8    Neither say they who do go by,

              God’s blessing on you rest:

         We in the name of God the Lord

              do wish you to be blest.

  • Psalm 127

    1    Except the Lord do build the house,

              the builders lose their pain:

         Except the Lord the city keep,

              the watchmen watch in vain.

    2   ‘Tis vain for you to rise betimes,

              or late from rest to keep,

         To feed on sorrows’ bread; so gives

              he his beloved sleep.

    3    Lo, children are God’s heritage,

              the womb’s fruit his reward.

    4    The sons of youth as arrows are,

              for strong men’s hands prepar’d.

    5    O happy is the man that hath

              his quiver fill’d with those;

         They unashamed in the gate

              shall speak unto their foes.

  • Psalm 122

    1    I joy’d when to the house of God,

              Go up, they said to me.

    2    Jerusalem, within thy gates

              our feet shall standing be.

    3    Jerus’lem, as a city, is

              compactly built together:

    4    Unto that place the tribes go up,

              the tribes of God go thither:

         To Isr’el’s testimony, there

              to God’s name thanks to pay.

    5    For thrones of judgment, ev’n the thrones

              of David’s house, there stay.

    6    Pray that Jerusalem may have

              peace and felicity:

         Let them that love thee and thy peace

              have still prosperity.

    7    Therefore I wish that peace may still

              within thy walls remain,

         And ever may thy palaces

              prosperity retain.

    8    Now, for my friends’ and brethren’s sakes,

              Peace be in thee, I’ll say.

    9    And for the house of God our Lord,

              I’ll seek thy good alway.

  • Psalm 121

    TUNE = Amazing Grace

    1    I to the hills will lift mine eyes,
              from whence doth come mine aid.
    2    My safety cometh from the Lord,
              who heav’n and earth hath made.

    3    Thy foot he’ll not let slide, nor will
              he slumber that thee keeps.
    4    Behold, he that keeps Israel
              he slumbers not, nor sleeps.

    5    The Lord thee keeps, the Lord thy shade
              on thy right hand doth stay:
    6    The moon by night thee shall not smite,
              nor yet the sun by day.

    7    The Lord shall keep thy soul; he shall
              preserve thee from all ill.
    8    Henceforth thy going out and in
              God keep for ever will.

  • Psalm 141

    1    O Lord, I unto thee do cry,

              do thou make haste to me,

         And give an ear unto my voice,

              when I cry unto thee.

    2    As incense let my prayer be

              directed in thine eyes;

         And the uplifting of my hands

              as th’ ev ‘ning sacrifice.

    3    Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,

              keep of my lips the door.

    4    My heart incline thou not unto

              the ills I should abhor,

         To practise wicked works with men

              that work iniquity;

         And with their delicates my taste

              let me not satisfy.

    5    Let him that righteous is me smite,

              it shall a kindness be;

         Let him reprove, I shall it count

              a precious oil to me:

         Such smiting shall not break my head;

              for yet the time shall fall,

         When I in their calamities

              to God pray for them shall.

    6    When as their judges down shall be

              in stony places cast,

         Then shall they hear my words; for they

              shall sweet be to their taste.

    7    About the grave’s devouring mouth

              our bones are scatter’d round,

         As wood which men do cut and cleave

              lies scatter’d on the ground.

    8    But unto thee, O God the Lord,

              mine eyes uplifted be:

         My soul do not leave destitute;

              my trust is set on thee.

    9    Lord, keep me safely from the snares

              which they for me prepare;

         And from the subtile gins of them

              that wicked workers are.

    10   Let workers of iniquity

              into their own nets fall,

         Whilst I do, by thine help, escape

              the danger of them all.