Praise the Lord III

[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

You are my hiding place.
Psalm 32:7

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Thou Art My Hiding Place, O Lord

Thou art my hiding place, O Lord, in Thee I put my trust;
Encouraged by Thy holy Word, a feeble child of dust;
I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea;
And ’tis enough my Savior died, my Savior died for me.

When storms of fierce temptation beat, and furious foes assail,
My refuge is the mercy seat, my hope within the veil.
From strife of tongues and bitter words my spirit flies to Thee:
Joy to my heart the thought affords, my Savior died for me.

’Mid trials heavy to the be borne, when mortal strength is vain,
A heart with grief and anguish torn, a body racked with pain,
Ah! what could the sufferer rest, bid every murmur flee,
But this, the witness in my breast that Jesus died for me?

And when Thine awful voice commands this body to decay,
And life, in its last lingering sands, is ebbing fast away,
Then, though it be in accents weak, and faint and tremblingly,
O give me strength in death to speak, “My Savior died for me.”



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!
Sing to the Lord a new song,
And His praise in the assembly of saints.
Let them praise His name with the dance;
Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.
Psalm 149:1 ~ Psalm 149:3

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Sunday Morning Praise


Praise His Name Forever

Glory, honor, majesty and power
Be to Him now risen from the dead,
Who from death hath taken every terror,
And hath made the grave a victor’s bed.

Songs of joy we sing in exultation,
Of our king, Redeemer, Lord of all!
For He lives, o’er sin and death victorious;
Earth and Heav’n His mighty deeds extol.

Angels praise Him, in the highest glory,
Cherubim and seraphim adore;
While our human hearts awake the chorus,
Jesus lives! He lives forevermore!

Praise His name forever,
Lift up the voice in honor of our risen king!
Mighty to deliver,
With angels we His praise will sing.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

Let the saints be joyful in glory;
Let them sing aloud on their beds.
Psalm 149:5

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All Ye That Love The Lord, Rejoice

All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, and let your songs be new;
Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders show.
The Jews, the people of His grace, shall their Redeemer sing;
And Gentile nations join the praise, while Sion owns her King.

The Lord takes pleasure in the just, whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek that lie despised in dust salvation shall adorn.
Saints should be joyful in their King, e’en on a dying bed;
And like the souls in glory sing; for God shall raise the dead.

Then His high praise shall fill their tongues their hands shall wield the sword;
And vengeance shall attend their songs, the vengeance of the Lord.
When Christ the judgment-seat ascends, and bids the world appear,
Thrones are prepared for all His friends who humbly loved Him here.

Then shall they rule with iron rod nations that dared rebel;
And join the sentence of their God on tyrants doomed to hell.
The royal sinners bound in chains new triumphs shall afford:
Such honor for the saints remains: Praise ye, and love the Lord!



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

My grace is sufficient for you.
2 Corinthians 12:9

He gives more grace.
James 4:6

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He Giveth More Grace

He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[bybee]

I especially lean on God's grace whilst driving alone in my car. Then, when memories flood through me, I lean on Him and I am comforted.
I thank God for all of the wonderful memories I have stored up of times shared in the past.
And I am reminded that today I am also building memories.

Thanks Psalmist and my blessings to you and Mrs Psalmist.

 

[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
Psalm 91:1-2

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I Could Not Do Without Thee

I could not do without Thee, O Saviour of the lost,
Whose precious blood redeemed me at such tremendous cost:
Thy righteousness, Thy pardon, Thy sacrifice, must be
My only hope and comfort,my glory and my plea.

I could not do without Thee, I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness, no wisdom of my own:
But Thou, beloved Saviour, art all in all to me;
And weakness will be power, if leaning hard on Thee.

I could not do without Thee, oh Jesus, Saviour dear,
E'en when mine eyes are holden, I know that Thou art near:
How dreary and how lonely, this changeful life would be,
Without this sweet communion, this secret rest with Thee.

I could not do without Thee, for years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn silence, the river must be past:
But Thou wilt never leave me; and though the waves run high,
I know Thou wilt be near me, and whisper, “It is I.”



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

For He performs what is appointed for me,
And many such things are with Him.
Job 23:14

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Disappointment — His Appointment

“Disappointment — His Appointment”
Change one letter, then I see
That the thwarting of my purpose
Is God's better choice for me.
His appointment must be blessing,
Tho’ it may come in disguise,
For the end from the beginning
Open to His wisdom lies.

“Disappointment — His Appointment”
Whose? The Lord, who loves me best,
Understands and knows me fully,
Who my faith and love would test;
For, like loving earthly parent,
He rejoices when He knows
That His child accepts, unquestioned,
All that from His wisdom flows.

“Disappointment — His Appointment”
“No good thing will He withhold,”
From denials oft we gather
Treasures of His love untold,
Well He knows each broken purpose
Leads to fuller, deeper trust,
And the end of all His dealings
Proves our God is wise and just.

“Disappointment — His Appointment”
Lord, I take it, then, as such.
Like the clay in hands of potter,
Yielding wholly to Thy touch.
All my life's plan in Thy moulding,
Not one single choice be mine;
Let me answer, unrepining —
“Father, not my will, but Thine.”



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!​

That you may walk worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing Him, being fruitful in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power, for all patience and longsuffering with joy. Colossians 1:10-11​

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The Greatest Test

Help me to walk so close to Thee
That those who know me best can see
I live as godly as I pray,
And Christ is real from day to day.
I see some once a day, or year,
To them I blameless might appear,
’Tis easy to be kind and sweet
To people whom we seldom meet.

But in my home are those who see
Too many times the worst of me.
My hymns of praise were best unsung
If He does not control my tongue.
When I am vexed and sorely tried
And my impatience cannot hide,
May no one stumble over me
Because Thy love they failed to see.

But give me, Lord, a life that sings;
And victory over little things.
Give me Thy calm for every fear,
Thy peace for every falling tear.
Make mine, O Lord, thru calm and strife
A gracious and unselfish life:
Help me with those who know me best
For Jesus’ sake, to stand the test.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

The poor and needy seek water, but there is none, their tongues fail for thirst.
I, the LORD, will hear them; I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.
I will open rivers in desolate heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys;
I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.
Isaiah 41:17-18

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A Pool in the Wilderness

The Lord Everlasting,
The Creator of All,
Giveth strength to the weary,
And lifts them that fall.

Thy God is e’er with thee,
So be not dismayed;
He will uphold thee
When thou art afraid.

When the poor are athirst,
He maketh rivers to flow;
And fountains in valleys
On them He’ll bestow.

In wilderness dry
He placeth a pool
With wellsprings of water,
Refreshing and cool.

Thou hast trusted the Lord
And walked in His ways;
May His water sustain thee
The rest of thy days!



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!​

And he said unto them, come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while: for there were many coming and going, and they had no leisure so much as to eat. And they departed into a desert place by ship privately. Mark 6:31-32​

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Come Ye Yourselves Apart

Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile,
Weary, I know it, of the press and throng;
Wipe from your brow the sweat and dust of toil,
And in My quiet strength again be strong.

Come ye aside from all the world holds dear,
For converse which the world has never known;
Alone with me and with my Father here,
With Me and with my Father not alone.

Come, tell me all that ye have said and done,
Your victories and failures, hopes and fears;
I know how hardly souls are wooed and won;
My choicest crowns are always wet with tears.

Come ye and rest: the journey is too great,
And ye will faint beside the way and sink:
The bread of life is here for you to eat,
And here for you the wine of love to drink.

Then, fresh from converse with your Lord, return
And work till daylight softens into even:
The brief hours are not lost in which ye learn
More of your Master and His rest in heaven.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6

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Sweet Peace, The Gift of God’s Love

There comes to my heart one sweet strain,
A glad and a joyous refrain,
I sing it again and again,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.

Through Christ on the cross peace was made,
My debt by His death was all paid,
No other foundation is laid.
For peace, the gift of God’s love.

When Jesus as Lord I had crowned,
My heart with this peace did abound,
In Him the rich blessing I found,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.

In Jesus for peace I abide,
And as I keep close to His side,
There’s nothing but peace doth betide.
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.

Peace, peace, sweet peace,
Wonderful gift from above,
Oh, wonderful, wonderful peace,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

To whom will you flee for help?
Isaiah 10:3

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Lord, To Thee Alone We Turn

Lord, to Thee alone we turn, to Thy cross for safety fly;
There, as penitents, to learn how to live and how to die.
Sinful on our knees we fall, hear us, as for help we plead;
Hear us when on Thee we call, aid us in our time of need.

In the midst of sin and strife, in the depths of mortal woe,
Teach us, Lord, to live a life meet for sojourners below.
Though the road be oft times dark, though the feet in weakness stray,
Lead us, Savior as the ark led Thy chosen on their way.

Weak and weary and alone when the vale of death we tread,
Then be all Thy mercy shown, then be all Thy love displayed;
Guard us in that darksome hour, lead us to the land of rest,
Where, secure from Satan’s power, we may lie upon Thy breast.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

Those who are planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God.
They shall still bear fruit in old age;
They shall be fresh and flourishing, to declare that the LORD is upright;
He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.
Psalm 92:13-15

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The Gray Days of November

The gray days of November no plaint from me shall win;
I shut the fog and mist all out, and shut the fire-shine in;
I draw my chair the closer to where its warm glow cheers,
And, dreaming in the firelight, dream back across the years.
No happier days, no better, my lost youth gave to me,
With flowers in every meadow and songs from every tree;
That was the time of growing, this is the time of rest;
Bloom falls, but fruiting follows, and each in turn is best.

God giveth of His glory an ever-changing view;
The old things pass forever, He maketh all things new;
Life knoweth here no beauty lhat shall not fade away;
Some better things He sendeth, and these are mine today.
Mine is the riper wisdom that comes with graying hair;
Mine is the fuller knowledge of God's great love and care;
Mine is the clearer vision, mine is the wider view;
And mine the hoarded memories of friendships kind and true.

Mine is the steadier patience to bear the ills of life;
Mine is the sturdier courage to meet the daily strife;
Mine is the faith serener than ever youth could know
To walk the way appointed through sunshine or through snow.
The gray days lead to white days of peace and silence deep,
A stiller hush of resting when Earth and I shall sleep;
And then - a glorious waking, when broken ties all mend.
Through gray days of November I wait the long year's end.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

...For your Father knows the things you have need of...
Matthew 6:8

O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up; You understand my thought afar off.
You comprehend my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
Psalm 139:1-3

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Your Father Knoweth

God knoweth the need of my life for shelter and raiment and food;
In each trifling care of the day the word of His promise is good;
He knoweth my thought from afar, the which I’ve never have told,
And every unspoken desire His wisdom doth grant or withhold.

He knoweth the way that I take, each step of that way He hath planned;
And, walking through sunshine or storm, I walk in the shade of His hand.
In deserts untrodden and drear, where foes in the darkness may hide,
He leaveth me never alone, He sendeth me light and a guide.

God knoweth the need of my soul — The trial that calls for His grace,
The weakness that leans on His strength, the fear that looks up to His face.
He knoweth what sifting is best to scatter the chaff from the wheat
And lay all my self-righteous pride low down in the dust at His feet.

He knoweth me — yet He can love, can wait with love's patience divine,
My stubborn and arrogant heart its will to His own to resign;
He knoweth my frame is but dust, He knoweth how much it can bear;
I rest in that knowledge supreme; I trust in His power and care.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!​

And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 2 Corinthians 12:9​

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The Grace of God

My
“My grace,” ’tis the God of all grace who hath spoken,
Whose word in the heavens forever is set;
Whose covenant promise hath never been broken;
Who never can fail or forget;
Who knoweth my needs and who seeth my sorrows,
However so many and great they may be;
Who heareth my prayers for the days and the morrows;
His grace is sufficient for me.

Grace
“My grace,” all His blessings this work is unfolding,
His love and His power in harmony blend;
’Tis grace that hath saved me, and grace that is holding,
And grace that will keep to the end;
’Tis grace that hath written redemption's glad story,
And grace all the song of the ransomed shall be;
’Tis grace that transforms me from glory to glory;
That grace is sufficient for me.

Is
“My grace is” not “was” and not “will be” ’tis flowing
Each hour and each moment my need to supply,
The deeper I dip, still the deeper ’tis growing,
No drought can diminish or dry;
My heart from the future no trouble shall borrow;
Eternal this present provision shall be,
Assured for today and as sure for tomorrow,
Such grace is sufficient for me.

Sufficient
“My grace is sufficient,” Oh, help without measure!
An ocean of riches no plummet can sound,
A storehouse unfailing of infinite treasure,
A gift without limit or bound;
Exceeding abundant for all His creation,
Enough for the thorn that is buffeting me,
The fullness of God for earth’s brief tribulation -
“My grace is sufficient for thee.”

For Thee.
"Sufficient for thee,” for my utmost salvation,
As though ne'er another had owed Him a debt;
For my special grief and my special temptation,
My cares and my sins that beset;
He giveth more grace for my humble endeavour;
I am praising Him now, I shall praise Him forever;
His grace is sufficient for me.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!​

I will bring the blind by a way they did not know; I will lead them in paths they have not known. I will make darkness light before them, and crooked places straight. These things I will do for them, and not forsake them. Isaiah 42:16​

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He’s Helping Me Now

He’s helping me now — this moment,
Though I may not see it or hear,
Perhaps by a friend far distant,
Perhaps by a stranger near,
Perhaps by a spoken message
Perhaps by the printed word;
In ways that I know and know not
I have the help of the Lord.

He’s keeping me now — this moment,
However I need it most,
Perhaps by a single angel,
Perhaps by a mighty host,
Perhaps by the chain that frets me,
Or the walls that shut me in;
In ways that I know or know not
He keeps me from harm and sin.

He’s guiding me now — this moment,
In pathways easy or hard,
Perhaps by a door wide open,
Perhaps by a door fast barred,
Perhaps by a joy withholden
Perhaps by a gladness given;
In ways that I know and know not,
He's leading me up to heaven.

He’s using me now — this moment,
And whether I go or stand,
Perhaps by a plan accomplished
Perhaps when he stays my hand,
Perhaps by a word in season
Perhaps by a silent prayer;
In ways that I know and know not,
His labor of love I share.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us.
2 Corinthians 1:19

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Sunday Morning Praise


The Promises of God

God’s promises are like the birds of heaven
That fill the hours with music all day long,
Too oft unheard and oftener unheeded
Amid earth's voices of despair and wrong;
Each one a thought of God, a joy, a comfort,
If we but pause to listen to its song.

God’s promises are like the rain of heaven
That falls in blessing from the cloudy skies,
The mown grass and the tender herb rejoicing
When all the land is parched and verdure dies,
Replenishing the streams of His refreshing
Till from the dust of earth new harvests rise.

God’s promises are like the winds of heaven
And each in turn His trumpet message brings,
Sweeping afar, with breath of sea or forest
The poison mist that o'er the lowland clings;
Reviving forces that can south and strengthen,
Life in the touch and healing in their wings.

God’s promises are like the stars of heaven,
As numberless, as glorious, as bright;
Though endless ages witness to their splendor
Still do they glow with undiminished light,
Unseen and unremembered in the sunshine
And showing fairest in the darkest night.

God’s promises, forever fixed in heaven,
Though earth and heaven pass, shall still abide;
Yea and amen they are in Christ the Saviour
And all our needs in them are satisfied.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

But no one says, “Where is God my Maker.”
Who gives songs in the night.
Job 35:10

You (LORD) are my hiding place;
You shall preserve me from trouble;
You shall surround me with songs of deliverance.
Psalm 32:7

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Songs in the Night

We make our songs in the day of our gladness,
When life is all laughter and joy and delight,
When never a shadow has clouded our sunshine;
But God giveth songs in the night!

He giveth songs in the night of our sorrow,
When tears are our drink and when grief is our meat,
Till we silence our weeping and still our repining
To list to those cadences sweet.

God giveth songs in the night of affliction,
When earth has no sun and the heavens no star;
Like a comforting touch in the desolate darkness
His voice stealeth in from afar.

He giveth songs — and His music is sweeter
Than earth's greatest voices and gladdest refrains;
Our loveliest melodies shade to the minor,
But His keep their full major strains.

He giveth songs when our music is over,
When our voices falter and our tongues are mute;
When trembling hands drop from the lute and the harp-strings,
And hushed are the viol and flute.

Give us Thy songs, O Thou Maker of music!
Teach us to sing, O Thou Bringer of joy!
Till nothing can silence the notes of our triumph
And naught our rejoicing destroy!



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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[bybee]

Evening Praise the Lord.
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Songs in the Night

We make our songs in the day of our gladness,
When life is all laughter and joy and delight,
When never a shadow has clouded our sunshine;
But God giveth songs in the night!

He giveth songs in the night of our sorrow,
When tears are our drink and when grief is our meat,
Till we silence our weeping and still our repining
To list to those cadences sweet.

God giveth songs in the night of affliction,
When earth has no sun and the heavens no star;
Like a comforting touch in the desolate darkness
His voice stealeth in from afar.

He giveth songs — and His music is sweeter
Than earth's greatest voices and gladdest refrains;
Our loveliest melodies shade to the minor,
But His keep their full major strains.

He giveth songs when our music is over,
When our voices falter and our tongues are mute;
When trembling hands drop from the lute and the harp-strings,
And hushed are the viol and flute.

Give us Thy songs, O Thou Maker of music!
Teach us to sing, O Thou Bringer of joy!
Till nothing can silence the notes of our triumph
And naught our rejoicing destroy!



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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Music heals!

 

[Psalmist]

:BRAVO:

Praise the Lord!

In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
1 Thessalonians 5:18
…“He has done all things well.”…
Mark 7:37
For the LORD God is a sun and shield; the LORD will give grace and glory;
No good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly.
O LORD of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in You!
Psalm 84:11-12

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A Thanksgiving for Hard Things

Thank You, my Father that Your wisest choosing,
To my own wayward heart is ever proving,
That some glad joy I longed my life to garnish,
Would but have left me marred with rust and tarnish.
Thank You, Lord, for that most kind depriving,
Which mercifully withstood my soul's mad driving,
And kept me from some greater, horribler loss,
While teaching me the glory of Thy cross.

Thank You that the smaller scars I have sustained,
Have kept me, Lord, from what I might have gained,
Of deeper wounds that span the years of life,
And bear the loathsome fruit of constant strife.
Thank You for Your thoughtful little tokens,
Reminding that I'm loved, though sorely broken;
And so I find these smaller blessings meet,
To bring me here in worship at Thy feet.

Thank You, Lord, that that which seemeth good to Thee,
Hath overruled that which seemed so good to me,
And so withheld some earthly satisfaction,
That I might serve Thee here without distraction.
O Thank You, God, that confidence yet growing,
Can rest in Thy great wisdom, safely knowing,
Though troubles come which I can never tell,
Yet my Redeemer doeth all things well.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!
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