Tag: Songs of Christ

  • Psalm 142

    1    I with my voice cry’d to the Lord,

              with it made my request:

    2    Pour’d out to him my plaint, to him

              my trouble I exprest.

    3    When in me was o’erwhelm’d my sp’rit,

              then well thou knew’st my way;

         Where I did walk a snare for me

              they privily did lay.

    4    I look’d on my right hand, and view’d,

              but none to know me were;

         All refuge failed me, no man

              did for my soul take care.

    5    I cry’d to thee; I said, Thou art

              my refuge, Lord, alone;

         And in the land of those that live

              thou art my portion.

    6    Because I am brought very low,

              attend unto my cry:

         Me from my persecutors save,

              who stronger are than I.

    7    From prison bring my soul, that I

              thy name may glorify:

         The just shall compass me, when thou

              with me deal’st bounteously.

  • 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.

  • Psalm 139

    1    O Lord, thou hast me search’d and known.

    2         Thou know’st my sitting down,

         And rising up; yea, all my thoughts

              afar to thee are known.

    3    My footsteps, and my lying down,

              thou compassest always;

         Thou also most entirely art

              acquaint with all my ways.

    4    For in my tongue, before I speak,

              not any word can be,

         But altogether, lo, O Lord,

              it is well known to thee.

    5    Behind, before, thou hast beset,

              and laid on me thine hand.

    6    Such knowledge is too strange for me,

              too high to understand.

    7    From thy Sp’rit whither shall I go?

              or from thy presence fly?

    8    Ascend I heav’n, lo, thou art there;

              there, if in hell I lie.

    9    Take I the morning wings, and dwell

              in utmost parts of sea;

    10   Ev’n there, Lord, shall thy hand me lead,

              thy right hand hold shall me.

    11   If I do say that darkness shall

              me cover from thy sight,

         Then surely shall the very night

              about me be as light.

    12   Yea, darkness hideth not from thee,

              but night doth shine as day:

         To thee the darkness and the light

              are both alike alway.

    13   For thou possessed hast my reins,

              and thou hast cover’d me,

         When I within my mother’s womb

              inclosed was by thee.

    14   Thee will I praise; for fearfully

              and strangely made I am;

         Thy works are marv’llous, and right well

              my soul doth know the same.

    15   My substance was not hid from thee,

              when as in secret I

         Was made; and in earth’s lowest parts

              was wrought most curiously.

    16   Thine eyes my substance did behold,

              yet being unperfect;

         And in the volume of thy book

              my members all were writ;

         Which after in continuance

              were fashion’d ev’ry one,

         When as they yet all shapeless were,

              and of them there was none.

    17   How precious also are thy thoughts,

              O gracious God, to me!

         And in their sum how passing great

              and numberless they be!

    18   If I should count them, than the sand

              they more in number be:

         What time soever I awake,

              I ever am with thee.

    19   Thou, Lord, wilt sure the wicked slay:

              hence from me bloody men.

    20   Thy foes against thee loudly speak,

              and take thy name in vain.

    21   Do not I hate all those, O Lord,

              that hatred bear to thee?

         With those that up against thee rise

              can I but grieved be?

    22   With perfect hatred them I hate,

              my foes I them do hold.

    23   Search me, O God, and know my heart,

              try me, my thoughts unfold:

    24   And see if any wicked way

              there be at all in me;

         And in thine everlasting way

              to me a leader be.

  • Psalm 120

    1    In my distress to God I cry’d,

              and he gave ear to me.

    2    From lying lips, and guileful tongue,

              O Lord, my soul set free.

    3    What shall be giv’n thee? or what shall

              be done to thee, false tongue?

    4    Ev’n burning coals of juniper,

              sharp arrows of the strong.

    5    Woe’s me that I in Mesech am

              a sojourner so long;

         That I in tabernacles dwell

              to Kedar that belong.

    6    My soul with him that hateth peace

              hath long a dweller been.

    7    I am for peace; but when I speak,

              for battle they are keen.

  • Psalm 112

    1    Praise ye the Lord. The man is bless’d

              that fears the Lord aright,

         He who in his commandements

              doth greatly take delight.

    2    His seed and offspring powerful

              shall be the earth upon:

         Of upright men blessed shall be

              the generation.

    3    Riches and wealth shall ever be

              within his house in store;

         And his unspotted righteousness

              endures for evermore.

    4    Unto the upright light doth rise,

              though he in darkness be:

         Compassionate, and merciful,

              and righteous, is he.

    5    A good man doth his favour shew,

              and doth to others lend:

         He with discretion his affairs

              will guide unto the end.

    6    Surely there is not any thing

              that ever shall him move:

         The righteous man’s memorial

              shall everlasting prove.

    7    When he shall evil tidings hear,

              he shall not be afraid:

         His heart is fix’d, his confidence

              upon the Lord is stay’d.

    8    His heart is firmly stablished,

              afraid he shall not be,

         Until upon his enemies

              he his desire shall see.

    9    He hath dispers’d, giv’n to the poor;

              his righteousness shall be

         To ages all; with honour shall

              his horn be raised high.

    10   The wicked shall it see, and fret,

              his teeth gnash, melt away:

         What wicked men do most desire

              shall utterly decay.

  • Psalm 105

    1    Give thanks to God, call on his name;

              to men his deeds make known.

    2    Sing ye to him, sing psalms; proclaim

              his wondrous works each one.

    3    See that ye in his holy name

              to glory do accord;

         And let the heart of ev’ry one

              rejoice that seeks the Lord.

    4    The Lord Almighty, and his strength,

              with stedfast hearts seek ye:

         His blessed and his gracious face

              seek ye continually.

    5    Think on the works that he hath done,

              which admiration breed;

         His wonders, and the judgments all

              which from his mouth proceed;

    6    O ye that are of Abr’ham’s race,

              his servant well approv’n;

         And ye that Jacob’s children are,

              whom he chose for his own.

    7    Because he, and he only, is

              the mighty Lord our God;

         And his most righteous judgments are

              in all the earth abroad.

    8    His cov’nant he remember’d hath,

              that it may ever stand:

         To thousand generations

              the word he did command.

    9    Which covenant he firmly made

              with faithful Abraham,

         And unto Isaac, by his oath,

              he did renew the same:

    10   And unto Jacob, for a law,

              he made it firm and sure,

         A covenant to Israel,

              which ever should endure.

    11   He said, I’ll give Canaan’s land

              for heritage to you;

    12   While they were strangers there, and few,

              in number very few:

    13   While yet they went from land to land

              without a sure abode;

         And while through sundry kingdoms they

              did wander far abroad;

    14   Yet, notwithstanding suffer’d he

              no man to do them wrong:

         Yea, for their sakes, he did reprove

              kings, who were great and strong.

    15   Thus did he say, Touch ye not those

              that mine anointed be,

         Nor do the prophets any harm

              that do pertain to me.

    16   He call’d for famine on the land,

              he brake the staff of bread:

    17   But yet he sent a man before,

              by whom they should be fed;

         Ev’n Joseph, whom unnat’rally

              sell for a slave did they;

    18   Whose feet with fetters they did hurt,

              and he in irons lay;

    19   Until the time that his word came

              to give him liberty;

         The word and purpose of the Lord

              did him in prison try.

    20   Then sent the king, and did command

              that he enlarg’d should be:

         He that the people’s ruler was

              did send to set him free.

    21   A lord to rule his family

              he rais’d him, as most fit;

         To him of all that he possess’d

              he did the charge commit:

    22   That he might at his pleasure bind

              the princes of the land;

         And he might teach his senators

              wisdom to understand.

    23   The people then of Israel

              down into Egypt came;

         And Jacob also sojourned

              within the land of Ham.

    24   And he did greatly by his pow’r

              increase his people there;

         And stronger than their enemies

              they by his blessing were.

    25   Their heart he turned to envy

              his folk maliciously,

         With those that his own servants were

              to deal in subtilty.

    26   His servant Moses he did send,

              Aaron his chosen one.

    27   By these his signs and wonders great

              in Ham’s land were made known.

    28   Darkness he sent, and made it dark;

              his word they did obey.

    29    He turn’d their waters into blood,

              and he their fish did slay.

    30   The land in plenty brought forth frogs

              in chambers of their kings.

    31   His word all sorts of flies and lice

              in all their borders brings.

    32   He hail for rain, and flaming fire

              into their land he sent:

    33   And he their vines and fig-trees smote:

              trees of their coasts he rent.

    34   He spake, and caterpillars came,

              locusts did much abound;

    35   Which in their land all herbs consum’d,

              and all fruits of their ground.


    36   He smote all first-born in their land,

              chief of their strength each one.

    37   With gold and silver brought them forth,

              weak in their tribes were none.

    38   Egypt was glad when forth they went,

              their fear on them did light.

    39   He spread a cloud for covering,

              and fire to shine by night.

    40   They ask’d, and he brought quails: with bread

              of heav’n he filled them.

    41   He open’d rocks, floods gush’d, and ran

              in deserts like a stream.

    42   For on his holy promise he,

              and servant Abr’ham, thought.

    43   With joy his people, his elect

              with gladness, forth he brought.

    44   And unto them the pleasant lands

              he of the heathen gave;

         That of the people’s labour they

              inheritance might have.

    45   That they his statutes might observe

              according to his word;

         And that they might his laws obey.

              Give praise unto the Lord.

  • Psalm 124

    Psalm 124 – 1/16/22 – LIVE

    First Version (C.M.)

    1    Had not the Lord been on our side,
              may Israel now say;
    2    Had not the Lord been on our side,
              when men rose us to slay;

    3    They had us swallow’d quick, when as
              their wrath ‘gainst us did flame:
    4    Waters had cover’d us, our soul
              had sunk beneath the stream.

    5    Then had the waters, swelling high,
              over our soul made way.
    6    Bless’d be the Lord, who to their teeth
              us gave not for a prey.

    7    Our soul’s escaped, as a bird
              out of the fowler’s snare;
         The snare asunder broken is,
              and we escaped are.

    8    Our sure and all-sufficient help
              is in Jehovah’s name;
         His name who did the heav’n create,
              and who the earth did frame.

    Second Version (10.10.10.10.10.)

    1    Now Israel

              may say, and that truly,

         If that the Lord

              had not our cause maintain’d;

    2    If that the Lord

              had not our right sustain’d,

         When cruel men

              against us furiously

         Rose up in wrath,

              to make of us their prey;

    3    Then certainly

              they had devour’d us all,

         And swallow’d quick,

              for ought that we could deem;

         Such was their rage,

              as we might well esteem.

    4    And as fierce floods

              before them all things drown,

         So had they brought

              our soul to death quite down.

    5    The raging streams,

              with their proud swelling waves,

         Had then our soul

              o’erwhelmed in the deep.

    6    But bless’d be God,

              who doth us safely keep,

         And hath not giv’n

              us for a living prey

         Unto their teeth,

              and bloody cruelty.

    7    Ev’n as a bird

              out of the fowler’s snare

         Escapes away,

              so is our soul set free:

         Broke are their nets,

              and thus escaped we.

    8    Therefore our help

              is in the Lord’s great name,

         Who heav’n and earth

              by his great pow’r did frame.

  • Psalm 117

    1    O give ye praise unto the Lord,

              all nations that be;

         Likewise, ye people all, accord

              his name to magnify.

    2    For great to us-ward ever are

              his loving-kindnesses:

         His truth endures for evermore.

              The Lord O do ye bless.

  • Psalm 104

    1    Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God,

              thou art exceeding great;

         With honour and with majesty

              thou clothed art in state.

    2    With light, as with a robe, thyself

              thou coverest about;

         And, like unto a curtain, thou

              the heavens stretchest out.

    3    Who of his chambers doth the beams

              within the waters lay;

         Who doth the clouds his chariot make,

              on wings of wind make way.

    4    Who flaming fire his ministers,

              his angels sp’rits, doth make:

    5    Who earth’s foundations did lay,

              that it should never shake.

    6    Thou didst it cover with the deep,

              as with a garment spread:

         The waters stood above the hills,

              when thou the word but said.

    7    But at the voice of thy rebuke

              they fled, and would not stay;

         They at thy thunder’s dreadful voice

              did haste them fast away.

    8    They by the mountains do ascend,

              and by the valley-ground

         Descend, unto that very place

              which thou for them didst found.

    9    Thou hast a bound unto them set,

              that they may not pass over,

         That they do not return again

              the face of earth to cover.

    10   He to the valleys sends the springs,

              which run among the hills:

    11   They to all beasts of field give drink,

              wild asses drink their fills.

    12   By them the fowls of heav’n shall have

              their habitation,

         Which do among the branches sing

              with delectation.

    13   He from his chambers watereth

              the hills, when they are dry’d:

         With fruit and increase of thy works

              the earth is satisfy’d.

    14   For cattle he makes grass to grow,

              he makes the herb to spring

         For th’ use of man, that food to him

              he from the earth may bring;

    15   And wine, that to the heart of man

              doth cheerfulness impart,

         Oil that his face makes shine, and bread

              that strengtheneth his heart.

    16   The trees of God are full of sap;

              the cedars that do stand

         In Lebanon, which planted were

              by his almighty hand.

    17   Birds of the air upon their boughs

              do chuse their nests to make;

         As for the stork, the fir-tree she

              doth for her dwelling take.

    18   The lofty mountains for wild goats

              a place of refuge be;

         The conies also to the rocks

              do for their safety flee.

    19   He sets the moon in heav’n, thereby

              the seasons to discern:

         From him the sun his certain time

              of going down doth learn.

    20   Thou darkness mak’st, ’tis night, then beasts

              of forests creep abroad.

    21   The lions young roar for their prey,

              and seek their meat from God.

    22   The sun doth rise, and home they flock,

              down in their dens they lie.

    23   Man goes to work, his labour he

              doth to the ev’ning ply.

    24   How manifold, Lord, are thy works!

              in wisdom wonderful

         Thou ev’ry one of them hast made;

              earth’s of thy riches full:

    25   So is this great and spacious sea,

              wherein things creeping are,

         Which number’d cannot be; and beasts

              both great and small are there.

    26   There ships go; there thou mak’st to play

              that leviathan great.

    27   These all wait on thee, that thou may’st

              in due time give them meat.


    28   That which thou givest unto them

              they gather for their food;

         Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

              they filled are with good.

    29   Thou hid’st thy face; they troubled are,

              their breath thou tak’st away;

         Then do they die, and to their dust

              return again do they.

    30   Thy quick’ning spirit thou send’st forth,

              then they created be;

         And then the earth’s decayed face

              renewed is by thee.

    31   The glory of the mighty Lord

              continue shall for ever:

         The Lord Jehovah shall rejoice

              in all his works together.

    32   Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all,

              if he on it but look;

         And if the mountains he but touch,

              they presently do smoke.

    33   I will sing to the Lord most high,

              so long as I shall live;

         And while I being have I shall

              to my God praises give.

    34   Of him my meditation shall

              sweet thoughts to me afford;

         And as for me, I will rejoice

              in God, my only Lord.

    35   From earth let sinners be consum’d,

              let ill men no more be.

         O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord.

              Praise to the Lord give ye.

  • Psalm 123

    1    O thou that dwellest in the heav’ns,

              I lift mine eyes to thee.

    2    Behold, as servants’ eyes do look

              their masters’ hand to see,

         As handmaid’s eyes her mistress’ hand;

              so do our eyes attend

         Upon the Lord our God, until

              to us he mercy send.

    3    O Lord, be gracious to us,

              unto us gracious be;

         Because replenish’d with contempt

              exceedingly are we.

    4    Our soul is fill’d with scorn of those

              that at their ease abide,

         And with the insolent contempt

              of those that swell in pride.