Tag: Songs of Christ

  • Psalm 103

    1    O thou my soul, bless God the Lord;

              and all that in me is

         Be stirred up his holy name

              to magnify and bless.

    2    Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,

              and not forgetful be

         Of all his gracious benefits

              he hath bestow’d on thee.

    3    All thine iniquities who doth

              most graciously forgive:

         Who thy diseases all and pains

              doth heal, and thee relieve.

    4    Who doth redeem thy life, that thou

              to death may’st not go down;

         Who thee with loving-kindness doth

              and tender mercies crown:

    5    Who with abundance of good things

              doth satisfy thy mouth;

         So that, ev’n as the eagle’s age,

              renewed is thy youth.




    6    God righteous judgment executes

              for all oppressed ones.

    7    His ways to Moses, he his acts

              made known to Isr’el’s sons.

    8    The Lord our God is merciful,

              and he is gracious,

         Long-suffering, and slow to wrath,

              in mercy plenteous.

    9    He will not chide continually,

              nor keep his anger still.

    10   With us he dealt not as we sinn’d,

              nor did requite our ill.

    11   For as the heaven in its height

              the earth surmounteth far;

         So great to those that do him fear

              his tender mercies are:

    12   As far as east is distant from

              the west, so far hath he

         From us removed, in his love,

              all our iniquity.

    13   Such pity as a father hath

              unto his children dear;

         Like pity shews the Lord to such

              as worship him in fear.

    14   For he remembers we are dust,

              and he our frame well knows.

    15   Frail man, his days are like the grass,

              as flow’r in field he grows:

    16   For over it the wind doth pass,

              and it away is gone;

         And of the place where once it was

              it shall no more be known.

    17   But unto them that do him fear

              God’s mercy never ends;

         And to their children’s children still

              his righteousness extends:

    18   To such as keep his covenant,

              and mindful are alway

         Of his most just commandements,

              that they may them obey.

    19   The Lord prepared hath his throne

              in heavens firm to stand;

         And ev’ry thing that being hath

              his kingdom doth command.

    20   O ye his angels, that excel

              in strength, bless ye the Lord;

         Ye who obey what he commands,

              and hearken to his word.

    21   O bless and magnify the Lord,

              ye glorious hosts of his;

         Ye ministers, that do fulfil

              whate’er his pleasure is.

    22   O bless the Lord, all ye his works,

              wherewith the world is stor’d

         In his dominions ev’ry where.

              My soul, bless thou the Lord.

  • Psalm 150

    1    Praise ye the Lord. God’s praise within

              his sanctuary raise;

         And to him in the firmament

              of his pow’r give ye praise.

    2    Because of all his mighty acts,

              with praise him magnify:

         O praise him, as he doth excel

              in glorious majesty.

    3    Praise him with trumpet’s sound; his praise

              with psaltery advance:

    4    With timbrel, harp, string’d instruments,

              and organs, in the dance.

    5    Praise him on cymbals loud; him praise

              on cymbals sounding high.

    6    Let each thing breathing praise the Lord.

              Praise to the Lord give ye.

  • Psalm 102

    Second Version (L.M.)

    1    Lord, hear my pray’r, and let my cry

              Have speedy access unto thee;

    2    In day of my calamity

              O hide not thou thy face from me.

         Hear when I call to thee; that day

              An answer speedily return:

    3    My days, like smoke, consume away,

              And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.

    4    My heart is wounded very sore,

              And withered, like grass doth fade:

         I am forgetful grown therefore

              To take and eat my daily bread.

    5    By reason of my smart within,

              And voice of my most grievous groans,

         My flesh consumed is, my skin,

              All parch’d, doth cleave unto my bones.

    6    The pelican of wilderness,

              The owl in desert, I do match;

    7    And, sparrow-like, companionless,

              Upon the house’s top, I watch.

    8    I all day long am made a scorn,

              Reproach’d by my malicious foes:

         The madmen are against me sworn,

              The men against me that arose.

    9    For I have ashes eaten up,

              To me as if they had been bread;

         And with my drink I in my cup

              Of bitter tears a mixture made.

    10    Because thy wrath was not appeas’d,

              And dreadful indignation:

         Therefore it was that thou me rais’d,

              And thou again didst cast me down.



    11   My days are like a shade alway,
              Which doth declining swiftly pass;
         And I am withered away,
              Much like unto the fading grass.

    12   But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,
              From change and all mutation free,
         And to all generations sure
              Shall thy remembrance ever be.

    13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet
              Thou to mount Sion shalt extend:
         Her time for favour which was set,
              Behold, is now come to an end.

    14   Thy saints take pleasure in her stones,
              Her very dust to them is dear.
    15   All heathen lands and kingly thrones
              On earth thy glorious name shall fear.

    16   God in his glory shall appear,
              When Sion he builds and repairs.
    17   He shall regard and lend his ear
              Unto the needy’s humble pray’rs:

         Th’ afflicted’s pray’r he will not scorn.
    18        All times this shall be on record:
         And generations yet unborn
              Shall praise and magnify the Lord.

    19   He from his holy place look’d down,
              The earth he view’d from heav’n on high;
    20   To hear the pris’ner’s mourning groan,
              And free them that are doom’d to die;

    21   That Sion, and Jerus’lem too,
              His name and praise may well record,
    22   When people and the kingdoms do         
    Assemble all to praise the Lord.

    23   My strength he weaken’d in the way,

              My days of life he shortened.

    24   My God, O take me not away

              In mid-time of my days, I said:

         Thy years throughout all ages last.

    25        Of old thou hast established

         The earth’s foundation firm and fast:

              Thy mighty hands the heav’ns have made.

    26   They perish shall, as garments do,

              But thou shalt evermore endure;

         As vestures, thou shalt change them so;

              And they shall all be changed sure:

    27   But from all changes thou art free;

              Thy endless years do last for aye.

    28   Thy servants, and their seed who be,

              Establish’d shall before thee stay.

    First Version (C.M.)

    1    O Lord, unto my pray’r give ear,

              my cry let come to thee;

    2    And in the day of my distress

              hide not thy face from me.

         Give ear to me; what time I call,

              to answer me make haste:

    3    For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt,

              my days, like smoke, do waste.

    4    My heart within me smitten is,

              and it is withered

         Like very grass; so that I do

              forget to eat my bread.

    5    By reason of my groaning voice

              my bones cleave to my skin.

    6    Like pelican in wilderness

              forsaken I have been:

         I like an owl in desert am,

              that nightly there doth moan;

    7    I watch, and like a sparrow am

              on the house-top alone.

    8    My bitter en’mies all the day

              reproaches cast on me;

         And, being mad at me, with rage

              against me sworn they be.

    9    For why? I ashes eaten have

              like bread, in sorrows deep;

         My drink I also mingled have

              with tears that I did weep.

    10   Thy wrath and indignation

              did cause this grief and pain;

         For thou hast lift me up on high,

              and cast me down again.

    11   My days are like unto a shade,
              which doth declining pass;
         And I am dry’d and withered,
              ev’n like unto the grass.

    12   But thou, Lord, everlasting art,
              and thy remembrance shall
         Continually endure, and be
              to generations all.

    13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy have
              upon thy Sion yet;
         The time to favour her is come,
              the time that thou hast set.

    14   For in her rubbish and her stones
              thy servants pleasure take;
         Yea, they the very dust thereof
              do favour for her sake.

    15   So shall the heathen people fear
              the Lord’s most holy name;
         And all the kings on earth shall dread
              thy glory and thy fame.

    16   When Sion by the mighty Lord
              built up again shall be,
         In glory then and majesty
              to men appear shall he.

    17   The prayer of the destitute
              he surely will regard;
         Their prayer will he not despise,
              by him it shall be heard.

    18   For generations yet to come
              this shall be on record:
         So shall the people that shall be
              created praise the Lord.

    19   He from his sanctuary’s height
              hath downward cast his eye;
         And from his glorious throne in heav’n
              the Lord the earth did spy;

    20   That of the mournful prisoner
              the groanings he might hear,
         To set them free that unto death
              by men appointed are:

    21   That they in Sion may declare
              the Lord’s most holy name,
         And publish in Jerusalem
              the praises of the same;

    22   When as the people gather shall
              in troops with one accord,
         When kingdoms shall assembled be
              to serve the highest Lord.

    23   My wonted strength and force he hath

              abated in the way,

         And he my days hath shortened:

    24         Thus therefore did I say,

         My God, in mid-time of my days

              take thou me not away:

         From age to age eternally

              thy years endure and stay.

    25   The firm foundation of the earth

              of old time thou hast laid;

         The heavens also are the work

              which thine own hands have made.

    26   Thou shalt for evermore endure,

              but they shall perish all;

         Yea, ev’ry one of them wax old,

              like to a garment, shall:

         Thou, as a vesture, shalt them change,

              and they shall changed be:

    27   But thou the same art, and thy years

              are to eternity.

    28   The children of thy servants shall

              continually endure;

         And in thy sight, O Lord, their seed

              shall be establish’d sure.

  • Psalm 146

    1    Praise God. The Lord praise, O my soul.

    2         I’ll praise God while I live;

         While I have being to my God

              in songs I’ll praises give.

    3    Trust not in princes, nor man’s son,

              in whom there is no stay:

    4    His breath departs, to’s earth he turns;

              that day his thoughts decay.

    5    O happy is that man and blest,

              whom Jacob’s God doth aid;

         Whose hope upon the Lord doth rest,

              and on his God is stay’d:

    6    Who made the earth and heavens high,

              who made the swelling deep,

         And all that is within the same;

              who truth doth ever keep:

    7    Who righteous judgment executes

              for those oppress’d that be,

         Who to the hungry giveth food;

              God sets the pris’ners free.

    8    The Lord doth give the blind their sight,

              the bowed down doth raise:

         The Lord doth dearly love all those

              that walk in upright ways.

    9    The stranger’s shield, the widow’s stay,

              the orphan’s help, is he:

         But yet by him the wicked’s way

              turn’d upside down shall be.

    10   The Lord shall reign for evermore:

              thy God, O Sion, he

         Reigns to all generations.

              Praise to the Lord give ye.

  • Psalm 149

    1    Praise ye the Lord: unto him sing
    a new song, and his praise
         In the assembly of his saints
              in sweet psalms do ye raise.

    2    Let Isr’el in his Maker joy,
              and to him praises sing:
         Let all that Sion’s children are
              be joyful in their King.

    3    O let them unto his great name
              give praises in the dance;
         Let them with timbrel and with harp
              in songs his praise advance.

    4    For God doth pleasure take in those
              that his own people be;
         And he with his salvation
              the meek will beautify.

    5    And in his glory excellent
              let all his saints rejoice:
         Let them to him upon their beds
              aloud lift up their voice.

    6    Let in their mouth aloft be rais’d
              the high praise of the Lord,
         And let them have in their right hand
              a sharp two-edged sword;

    7    To execute the vengeance due
              upon the heathen all,
         And make deserved punishment
              upon the people fall.

    8    And ev’n with chains, as pris’ners, bind
              their kings that them command;
         Yea, and with iron fetters strong,
              the nobles of their land.

    9    On them the judgment to perform
              found written in his word:
         This honour is to all his saints.
              O do ye praise the Lord.

  • Psalm 143

    Second Version (6.6.6.6.D.)

    1    Oh, hear my prayer, Lord,
              And unto my desire
         To bow thine ear accord,
              I humbly thee require;

         And, in thy faithfulness,
              Unto me answer make,
         And, in thy righteousness,
              Upon me pity take.

    2    In judgment enter not
              With me thy servant poor;
         For why, this well I wot,
              No sinner can endure

         The sight of thee, O God:
              If thou his deeds shalt try,
         He dare make none abode
              Himself to justify.

    3    Behold, the cruel foe
              Me persecutes with spite,
         My soul to overthrow:
              Yea, he my life down quite

         Unto the ground hath smote,
              And made me dwell full low
         In darkness, as forgot,
              Or men dead long ago.

    4    Therefore my sp’rit much vex’d,
              O’erwhelm’d is me within;
         My heart right sore perplex’d
              And desolate hath been.

    5    Yet I do call to mind
              What ancient days record,
         Thy works of ev’ry kind
              I think upon, O Lord.

    6    Lo, I do stretch my hands
              To thee, my help alone;
         For thou well understands
              All my complaint and moan:

         My thirsting soul desires,
              And longeth after thee,
         As thirsty ground requires
              With rain refresh’d to be.

    7    Lord, let my pray’r prevail,
              To answer it make speed;
         For, lo, my sp’rit doth fail:
              Hide not thy face in need;

         Lest I be like to those
              That do in darkness sit,
         Or him that downward goes
              Into the dreadful pit.

    8    Because I trust in thee,
              O Lord, cause me to hear
         Thy loving-kindness free,
              When morning doth appear:

         Cause me to know the way
              Wherein my path should be;
         For why, my soul on high
              I do lift up to thee.

    9    From my fierce enemy
              In safety do me guide,
         Because I flee to thee,
              Lord, that thou may’st me hide.

    10   My God alone art thou,
              Teach me thy righteousness:
         Thy Sp’rit’s good, lead me to
              The land of uprightness.

    11   O Lord, for thy name’s sake,
              Be pleas’d to quicken me;
         And, for thy truth, forth take
              My soul from misery.

    12   And of thy grace destroy
              My foes, and put to shame
         All who my soul annoy;
    For I thy servant am

  • Psalm 147

    Psalm 147:1-7 1.30.22 LIVE

    1    Praise ye the Lord; for it is good
              praise to our God to sing:
         For it is pleasant, and to praise
              it is a comely thing.

    2    God doth build up Jerusalem;
              and he it is alone
         That the dispers’d of Israel
              doth gather into one.

    3    Those that are broken in their heart,
              and grieved in their minds,
         He healeth, and their painful wounds
              he tenderly up-binds.

    4    He counts the number of the stars;
              he names them ev’ry one.
    5    Great is our Lord, and of great pow’r;
              his wisdom search can none.

    6    The Lord lifts up the meek; and casts
              the wicked to the ground.
    7    Sing to the Lord, and give him thanks;
              on harp his praises sound;

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    8    Who covereth the heav’n with clouds,

              who for the earth below

         Prepareth rain, who maketh grass

              upon the mountains grow.

    9    He gives the beast his food, he feeds

              the ravens young that cry.

    10   His pleasure not in horses’ strength,

              nor in man’s legs, doth lie.

    11   But in all those that do him fear

              the Lord doth pleasure take;

         In those that to his mercy do

              by hope themselves betake.

    12   The Lord praise, O Jerusalem;

              Sion, thy God confess:

    13   For thy gates’ bars he maketh strong;

              thy sons in thee doth bless.

    14   He in thy borders maketh peace;

              with fine wheat filleth thee.

    15   He sends forth his command on earth,

              his word runs speedily.

    16   Hoar-frost, like ashes, scatt’reth he;

              like wool he snow doth give:

    17   Like morsels casteth forth his ice;

              who in its cold can live?

    18   He sendeth forth his mighty word,

              and melteth them again;

         His wind he makes to blow, and then

              the waters flow amain.

    19   The doctrine of his holy word

              to Jacob he doth show;

         His statutes and his judgments he

              gives Israel to know.

    20   To any nation never he

              such favour did afford;

         For they his judgments have not known.

              O do ye praise the Lord.

  • Psalm 140

    1    Lord, from the ill and froward man

              give me deliverance,

         And do thou safe preserve me from

              the man of violence:

    2    Who in their heart mischievous things

              are meditating ever;

         And they for war assembled are

              continually together.

    3    Much like unto a serpent’s tongue

              their tongues they sharp do make;

         And underneath their lips there lies

              the poison of a snake.

    4    Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands,

              from vi’lent men me save;

         Who utterly to overthrow

              my goings purpos’d have.

    5    The proud for me a snare have hid,

              and cords; yea, they a net

         Have by the way-side for me spread;

              they gins for me have set.

    6    I said unto the Lord, Thou art

              my God: unto the cry

         Of all my supplications,

              Lord, do thine ear apply.

    7    O God the Lord, who art the strength

              of my salvation:

         A cov’ring in the day of war

              my head thou hast put on.

    8    Unto the wicked man, O Lord,

              his wishes do not grant;

         Nor further thou his ill device,

              lest they themselves should vaunt.

    9    As for the head and chief of those

              about that compass me,

         Ev’n by the mischief of their lips

              let thou them cover’d be.

    10   Let burning coals upon them fall,

              them throw in fiery flame,

         And in deep pits, that they no more

              may rise out of the same.

    11   Let not an evil speaker be

              on earth established:

         Mischief shall hunt the vi’lent man,

              till he be ruined.

    12   I know God will th’ afflicted’s cause

              maintain, and poor men’s right.

    13   Surely the just shall praise thy name;

              th’ upright dwell in thy sight.

  • Psalm 145

    Second Version (L.M.)
    TUNE: Before the Throne of God Above

    1    O Lord, thou art my God and King;
              Thee will I magnify and praise:
         I will thee bless, and gladly sing
              Unto thy holy name always.

    2    Each day I rise I will thee bless,
     And praise thy name time without end.
    3    Much to be prais’d, and great God is;
              His greatness none can comprehend.

    4    Race shall thy works praise unto race,
              The mighty acts show done by thee.
    5    I will speak of the glorious grace,
              And honour of thy majesty;

         Thy wondrous works I will record.
    6         By men the might shall be extoll’d
         Of all thy dreadful acts, O Lord:
              And I thy greatness will unfold.

    7    They utter shall abundantly
              The mem’ry of thy goodness great;
         And shall sing praises cheerfully,
              Whilst they thy righteousness relate.

    8    The Lord our God is gracious,
              Compassionate is he also;
         In mercy he is plenteous,
              But unto wrath and anger slow.

    9    Good unto all men is the Lord:
              O’er all his works his mercy is.
    10   Thy works all praise to thee afford:
              Thy saints, O Lord, thy name shall bless.

    11   The glory of thy kingdom show
              Shall they, and of thy power tell:
    12   That so men’s sons his deeds may know,
              His kingdom’s grace that doth excel.

    13   Thy kingdom hath none end at all,
              It doth through ages all remain.
    14   The Lord upholdeth all that fall,
              The cast-down raiseth up again.

    15   The eyes of all things, Lord, attend,
              And on thee wait that here do live,
         And thou, in season due, dost send
              Sufficient food them to relieve.

    16   Yea, thou thine hand dost open wide,
              And ev’ry thing dost satisfy
    That lives, and doth on earth abide,
              Of thy great liberality.

    17   The Lord is just in his ways all,
              And holy in his works each one.
    18   He’s near to all that on him call,
              Who call in truth on him alone.

    19   God will the just desire fulfil
              Of such as do him fear and dread:
         Their cry regard, and hear he will,
              And save them in the time of need.

    20   The Lord preserves all, more and less,
              That bear to him a loving heart:
         But workers all of wickedness
              Destroy will he, and clean subvert.

    21   Therefore my mouth and lips I’ll frame
              To speak the praises of the Lord:
         To magnify his holy name
              For ever let all flesh accord.

    First Version (C.M.)

    1    I’ll thee extol, my God, O King;

              I’ll bless thy name always.

    2    Thee will I bless each day, and will

              thy name for ever praise.

    3    Great is the Lord, much to be prais’d;

              his greatness search exceeds.

    4    Race unto race shall praise thy works,

              and shew thy mighty deeds.

    5    I of thy glorious majesty

              the honour will record;

         I’ll speak of all thy mighty works,

              which wondrous are, O Lord.

    6    Men of thine acts the might shall show,

              thine acts that dreadful are;

         And I, thy glory to advance,

              thy greatness will declare.

    7    The mem’ry of thy goodness great

              they largely shall express;

         With songs of praise they shall extol

              thy perfect righteousness.

    8    The Lord is very gracious,

              in him compassions flow;

         In mercy he is very great,

              and is to anger slow.

    9    The Lord Jehovah unto all

              his goodness doth declare;

         And over all his other works

              his tender mercies are.

    10   Thee all thy works shall praise, O Lord,

              and thee thy saints shall bless;

    11   They shall thy kingdom’s glory show,

              thy pow’r by speech express:

    12   To make the sons of men to know

              his acts done mightily,

    And of his kingdom th’ excellent

              and glorious majesty.

    13   Thy kingdom shall for ever stand,

              thy reign through ages all.

    14   God raiseth all that are bow’d down,

              upholdeth all that fall.

    15   The eyes of all things wait on thee,

              the giver of all good;

         And thou, in time convenient,

              bestow’st on them their food:

    16   Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

              and of thy bounty gives

         Enough to satisfy the need

              of ev’ry thing that lives.

    17   The Lord is just in all his ways,

              holy in his works all.

    18   God’s near to all that call on him,

              in truth that on him call.

    19   He will accomplish the desire

              of those that do him fear:

         He also will deliver them,

              and he their cry will hear.

    20   The Lord preserves all who him love,

              that nought can them annoy:

         But he all those that wicked are

              will utterly destroy.

    21   My mouth the praises of the Lord

              to publish cease shall never:

         Let all flesh bless his holy name

              for ever and for ever.

  • Psalm 144

    1    O blessed ever be the Lord,

              who is my strength and might,

         Who doth instruct my hands to war,

              my fingers teach to fight.

    2    My goodness, fortress, my high tow’r,

              deliverer, and shield,

         In whom I trust: who under me

              my people makes to yield.

    3    Lord, what is man, that thou of him

              dost so much knowledge take?

         Or son of man, that thou of him

              so great account dost make?

    4    Man is like vanity; his days,

              as shadows, pass away.

    5    Lord, bow thy heav’ns, come down,

              touch thou the hills, and smoke shall they.

    6    Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;

              thine arrows shoot, them rout.

    7    Thine hand send from above, me save;

              from great depths draw me out;

         And from the hand of children strange,

    8         Whose mouth speaks vanity;

         And their right hand is a right hand

              that works deceitfully.

    9    A new song I to thee will sing,

              Lord, on a psaltery;

         I on a ten-string’d instrument

              will praises sing to thee.

    10   Ev’n he it is that unto kings

              salvation doth send;

         Who his own servant David doth

              from hurtful sword defend.

    11   O free me from strange children’s hand,

              whose mouth speaks vanity;

         And their right hand a right hand is

              that works deceitfully.

    12   That, as the plants, our sons may be

              in youth grown up that are;

         Our daughters like to corner-stones,

              carv’d like a palace fair.

    13   That to afford all kind of store

              our garners may be fill’d;

         That our sheep thousands, in our streets

              ten thousands they may yield.

    14    That strong our oxen be for work,

              that no in-breaking be,

         Nor going out; and that our streets

              may from complaints be free.

    15   Those people blessed are who be

              in such a case as this;

         Yea, blessed all those people are,

              whose God Jehovah is.