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17 Whole-Hearted Praise
PSALM 9 L. M. ANVERN Arranged by Lowell Mason
w I O Lord Most High, with all my heart Thy won - drous
works I will pro-claim; I will be glad and give Thee thanks And sing the
2 The Lord, the everlasting King, 4 All they, O Lord, that know Thy Name Is seated on His judgment-throne; Their confidence in Thee will place, The righteous judge of all the world For Thou hast ne'er forsaken them Will make His perfect justice known. Who earnestly have sought Thy face.
3 Jehovah will a refuge prove, 5 Sing praises to the Lord Most High,
A refuge strong for all oppressed, To Him Who doth in Zion dwell; A safe retreat, where weary souls Declare His mighty deeds abroad,
In troublous times may surely rest. His deeds among the nations tell.
SECOND TUNE RIVAULx John B. Dykes
1 O Lord Most High, with all my heart Thy won-drous works I will pro - claim;
I will be glad and give Thee thanks And sing the prais - es of Thy Name.
18 Complaint Against the Wicked
PSALM 10 L. M. BRIGGs William A. Tarbutton
2 Let their devices work their fall, 6 Arise, O Lord, lift up Thy hand,
3 The wicked thinks, in foolish pride, -- a - There is no God Who will repay; 7 O Lord, Thou wilt indeed requite, He has no fear of God or man The sin and sorrow Thou dost see;
Because God's judgments long delay. "...o.o. Thee
On fraud and wickedness intent, And let their works no longer stand; With craft he lurks and waits to catch The Lord is King for evermore,
The helpless and the innocent. Who drove the nations from His land. 5 A lion crouching for his prey, 9 Lord, Thou hast heard the lowly prayer, He waits the poor to overthrow; The fainting heart Thou wilt restore,
He thinks that God remembers not, The helpless cause Thou wilt maintain, Or hides His face and will not know. That mortal man may boast no more.
[Selected Stanzas 1 2 Do Thou, O Lord, arise; 4 Thou, Lord, hast heard their prayer O God, lift up Thy hand;
When humble hearts drew nigh; Forget Thou not the suffering poor, Thou also wilt revive their strength The humble in the land. And ever hear their cry.
3 Their foes Thou dost behold, 5 Defend the fatherless
Unshaken Faith Amid Danger
2 The Lord in His temple shall ever abide;
3 The Lord is most righteous, the Lord loves the right,
2 The lips that speak, the truth to hide, 3 Because the poor are sore oppressed,
The tongues of arrogance and pride, Because the needy are distressed,
4 Jehovah's promises are sure,
22 Trust in the Mercy of God
PSALM 13 7s and 6s OLIVA Alexander B. Morton
1 How long wilt Thou for - get me, O Lord, Thou God of grace?
How long shall fears be - set me While dark -ness hides Thy face?
How long shall griefs dis - tress me And turn my day to night?
How long shall foes op - press me And tri - umph in their might?
2 O Lord my God, behold me, 3 But I with expectation
And hear my earnest cries; Have on Thy grace relied;
Lest sleep of death enfold me, My heart in Thy salvation Enlighten Thou my eyes; Shall still with joy confide.
Lest now my foe insulting And I with voice of singing Should boast of his success, Will praise the Lord above,
And enemies exulting Who, richest bounties bringing, Rejoice in my distress. Has dealt with me in love.