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That man is blest who stands in awe

Appears in 78 hymnals Lyrics: 1 That man is blest who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law: His seed on earth shall be renown'd; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury, And with successive honors crown'd. 2 His lib'ral favors he extends, To some he gives, to others lends; A gen'rous pity fills his mind: Yet what his charity impairs, He saves by prudence in affairs And thus he's just to all mankind. 3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd, His glory's future harvest sow'd: The sweet remembrance of the just, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of blessings for his heirs, When dying nature sleeps in dust. 4 Beset with threat'ning dangers round, Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground; His conscience holds his courage up: The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, And sees in darkness beams of hope. Pause. 5 [Ill tidings never can surprise His heart, that fix'd on God relies, Tho' waves and tempests roar around: Safe on the rock he sits and sees The shipwreck of his enemies, And all their hope and glory drown'd. 6 The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony, To find their expectations cross'd: They and their envy, pride and spite, Sink down to everlasting night, And all their names in darkness lost.] Scripture: Psalm 112
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Thrice happy man who fears the Lord

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 68 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thrice happy man who fears the Lord, Loves his commands, and trusts his word; Honor and peace his days attend, And blessings to his seed descend. 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind; To works of mercy still inclin'd: He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them, not to be repaid. 3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread That fill his neighbors round with dread, His heart is arm'd against the fear, For God with all his pow'r is there. 4 His soul well fix'd upon the Lord, Draws heav'nly courage from his word; Amidst the darkness light shall rise, To cheer his heart and bless his eyes. 5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad, His works are still before his God: His name on earth shall long remain, While envious sinners fret in vain. Scripture: Psalm 112
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Happy is he that fears the Lord

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 91 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Happy is he that fears the Lord, And follows his commands; Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with lib'ral hands. 2 As pity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need; So God shall answer his request With blessings on his seed. 3 No evil tidings shall surprise His well establish'd mind; His soul to God, his refuge flies, And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 5 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord; Honor on earth, and joys above, Shall be his sure reward. Scripture: Psalm 112
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Ye that delight to serve the Lord

Appears in 45 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Ye that delight to serve the Lord, The honors of his name record, His sacred name for ever bless: Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams, or setting rays, Let lands and seas his pow'r confess. 2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vast dominion bounds; The heav'ns are far below his height: Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare, Armed with his uncreated might. 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do, And bends his care to mortal things; His sov'reign hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings. 4 When childless families despair, He sends the blessing of an heir To rescue their expiring name: The mother, with a thankful voice, Proclaims his praises, and her joys: Let ev'ry age advance his fame. Scripture: Psalm 113
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Ye servants of th' almighty King

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 61 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Ye servants of th' almighty King, In ev'ry age his praises sing; Where'er the sun shall rise or set, The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky, Stands his high throne of majesty; Nor time, nor place, his pow'r restrain, Nor bound his universal reign. 3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, Or angels, with their God compare? His glories how divinely bright, Who dwells in uncreated light! 4 Behold his love; he stoops to view What saints above and angels do; And condescends yet more, to know The mean affairs of men below. 5 From dust and cottages obscure, His grace exalts the humble poor; Gives them the honor of his sons, And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 6 [A word of his creating voice Can make the barren house rejoice: Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past, The promis'd seed is born at last. 7 With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders God has done: Faith may grow strong when sense despairs; If nature fails, the promise bears.] Scripture: Psalm 113
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When Isr'el, freed from Pharaoh's hand

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 49 hymnals Lyrics: 1 When Isr'el, freed from Pharaoh's hand, Left the proud tyrant, and his land, The tribes with cheerful homage own Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 Across the deep their journey lay; The deep divides to make them way: Jordan beheld their march, and fled With backward current to his head. 3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep, Like lambs the little hillocks leap; Not Sinai on her base could stand, Conscious of sov'reign pow'r at hand. 4 What pow'r could make the deep divide? Make Jordan backward roll his tide? Why did ye leap, ye little hills? And whence the fright that Sinai feels? 5 Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood, Retire and know th' approaching God, The King of Isr'el: see him here! Tremble thou earth, adore and fear. 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns, The rock to standing pools he turns: Flints spring with fountains at his word, And fires and seas confess the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 114
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Not to ourselves, who are but dust

Appears in 43 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise, and true. 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful name; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and to raise our shame, Say, 'Where's the God you've served so long?' 3 The God we serve maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Thro' all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore, Are senseless shapes of stone and wood; At best a mass of glitt'ring ore, A silver saint, or golden god. 5 [With eyes and ears they carve their head; Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind; In vain are costly off'rings made, And vows are scatter'd in the wind. 6 Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to save when mortals pray; Mortals that pay them fear or love, Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 O Isr'el, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And bless the people and the priest. 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace, And tell the world thy pow'r to save. Scripture: Psalm 115
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Not to our names, thou only just and true

Appears in 60 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Not to our names, thou only just and true, Not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth and justice claim Immortal honors to thy sov'reign name. Shine thro' the earth from heav'n, thy blest abode Nor let the heathens say, 'And where's your God?' 2 Heav'n is thine higher court, there stands thy throne, And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done: Our God fram'd all this earth, these heav'ns he spread, But fools adore the gods their hands have made; The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold Their silver-saviors, and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears, The molten image neither sees nor hears; Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor pow'r, nor love; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols, and their moveless saints. 4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor, content with gods of coarser mould With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock; People and priests drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made. 5 Be heav'n and earth amaz'd! 'tis hard to say Which are more stupid, or their gods or they: O Isr'el, trust the Lord! he hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thy heav'nly shield. 6 In God we trust: our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, and oppose his reign; Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise; But we are sav'd and live: let songs arise, And Zion bless the God that built the skies. Scripture: Psalm 115
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I love the Lord: he heard my cries

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 195 hymnals Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord: he heard my cries, And pity'd ev'ry groan; Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear, And chas'd my griefs away: O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead; While inward pangs, and fears of hell Perplex'd my wakeful head. 4 'My God,' I cry'd, 'thy servant save, 'Thou ever good and just; 'Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave, 'Thy pow'r is all my trust.' 5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bid my pains remove: Return, my soul, to God, thy rest, For thou hast known his love. 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my falling tears: Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116
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What shall I render to my God

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 293 hymnals Lyrics: 1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thine house My off'ring shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood! 4 How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move: Thy hand hath loos'd my bands of pain, And bound me with thy love. 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 116:12-19

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