Songs of ocean never sleep. Lord, the words thy lips are telling Are the perfect verity: Of thine high eternal dwelling Holiness shall inmate be. Pure is all that lives with thee. He putteth nations under us And maketh us triumphant stand; He giveth for our heritage His promised rest, a goodly land. God hath ascended with a shout, Jehovah with the trumpet's sound; Sing praise to God our King, sing praise, Yea, let his glorious praise abound.
Our God is King of all the earth, With thoughtful heart his praise make known, O'er all the nations God doth reign, Exalted on his holy throne. To praise and serve our covenant God The princes of the earth draw nigh; All kingly pow'rs belong to him, He is exalted, God most high.
His sovereign pow'r, without our aid, Made us of dust, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to my name? We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Excellent and glorious art thou, With thy trophies from the fray; Thou hast slain the valiant-hearted, Wrapped in sleep of death are they; When thine anger once is risen, Who can stand in that dread day? When from heaven thy sentence sounded, All the earth in fear was still, While to save the meek and lowly God in judgment wrought his will; E'en the wrath of man shall praise thee, Thy designs it shall fulfil. Vow and pay ye to Jehovah, Him your God for ever own; All men, bring your gifts before him Worship him, and him alone; Mighty kings obey and fear him, Princes bow before his throne.
How surely stablished is thy throne, Which shall no change or period see! For thou, O Lord, and thou alone, Art God from all eternity. The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, And toss the troubled waves on high; But God above can still their noise, And make the angry sea comply. Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure, And they that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel. Tell of his wondrous works, tell of his glory, Till through the nations his name is revered; Praise and exalt him, for he is almighty, God over all let the Lord be feared.
Vain are the heathen gods, idols and helpless; God made the heavens, and his glory they tell; Honor and majesty shine out before him, Beauty and strength in his temple dwell. Give unto God most high glory and honor, Come with your offerings and humbly draw near; In holy beauty now worship Jehovah, Tremble before him with godly fear.
Make all the nations know God reigns for ever; Earth is established as he did decree; Righteous and just is the King of the nations, Judging the people with equity. Let heaven and earth be glad; waves of the ocean, Forest and field, exultation express; For God is coming, the Judge of the nations, Coming to judge in his righteousness. What man shall stand before the Lord On Zion's holy hill? The clean of hand, the pure of heart, The just who do his will.
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Lo, such are they that seek for God, And blest by him they live; To them his perfect righteousness The God of grace will give. Ye everlasting doors, give way, Lift up your heads, ye gates! For now, behold, to enter in The King of Glory waits. Who is this glorious King that comes To claim his sovereign right? It is the Lord omnipotent, All conquering in his might. Who is this glorious King that comes To claim his rightful throne? He shakes the heavens with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms!
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In Israel are his mercies known, Israel is his peculiar throne. Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest; He's your Defence, your Joy, your Rest; When terrors rise, and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint. Let Israel trust in God alone, The Lord whose grace and power are known; To him your full allegiance yield, And he will be your help and shield; All those who fear him God will bless, His saints have proved his faithfulness.
All ye that fear him and adore, The Lord increase you more and more; Both great and small who him confess, You and your children he will bless. Yea, we will ever bless his Name; Praise ye the Lord, his praise proclaim. Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wand'rer far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. Praise thy Saviour God that drew thee To that cross, new life to give, Held a blood-sealed pardon to thee, Bade thee look to him and live; Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee, Roused thee from thy fatal ease, Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee, Praise the grace that whispered peace.
Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express; Low before thy footstool kneeling, Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless: Let thy love, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise, And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise. Praise him, praise him, Praise him, praise him, Praise the everlasting King. Praise him for his grace and favor To our fathers in distress; Praise him still the same for ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless; Praise him, praise him, Praise him, praise him, Glorious in his faithfulness.
Father-like, he tends and spares us; Well our feeble frame he knows; In his hands he gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes; Praise him, praise him, Praise him, praise him, Widely as his mercy goes. Angels, help us to adore him; Ye behold him face to face; Sun and moon, bow down before him, Dwellers all in time and space. Praise him, praise him, Praise him, praise him, Praise with us the God of grace. Or who has grace so rich and free? Pardon from an offended God! Pardon for sins of deepest dye! Pardon bestowed through Jesus' blood! Pardon that brings the rebel nigh!
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O may this glorious, matchless love, This God-like miracle of grace, Teach mortal tongues, like those above, To raise this song of lofty praise:. O bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save. He fills the poor with good; He gives the sufferers rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th'oppressed.
His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Eternal, and yet ever new; Uncomprehended and unbought, Beyond all knowledge and all thought. O love of God, how deep and great! Far deeper than man's deepest hate; Self-fed, self-kindled like the light, Changeless, eternal, infinite. O heavenly love, how precious still, In days of weariness and ill, In nights of pain and helplessness, To heal, to comfort, and to bless! O wide embracing, wondrous love! We read thee in the sky above, We read thee in the earth below, In seas that swell, and streams that flow.
We read thee best in him who came To bear for us the cross of shame; Sent by the Father from on high, Our life to live, our death to die. We read thy power to bless and save, Even in the darkness of the grave; Still more in resurrection light We read the fulness of thy might.
O love of God, our shield and stay Through all the perils of our way! Eternal love, in thee we rest, For ever safe, for ever blest. For he shall with his watchful care Preserve thee from the fowler's snare; Yea, he shall be thy sure defense Against the deadly pestilence. His outspread pinions shall thee hide, Beneath his wings shalt thou confide.http://police-risk-management.com/order/iphone/mory-rintracciare-un-cellulare.php
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His faithfulness shall ever be A shield and buckler unto thee. No nightly terrors shall alarm, No deadly shaft by day shall harm; Nor pestilence that walks by night, Nor plagues that waste in noonday light. Because his angels he commands To bear thee safely in their hands, To guard thy ways, lest left alone, Thou dash thy foot against a stone. Because he set his love on me, From danger I will set him free. Because to him my name is known, On high I'll set him as mine own. For thou, O Lord, art good and kind, And ready to forgive thou art; Abundant mercy they shall find Who call on thee with all their heart.
O Lord, incline thine ear to me, My voice of supplication heed, In trouble I will cry to thee, For thou wilt answer when I plead. There is no God but thee alone, Nor works like thine, O Lord most high, All nations shall surround thy throne And their Creator glorify. In all thy deeds how great thou art! Thou one true God, thy way make clear; Teach me with undivided heart To trust thy truth, thy Name to fear. I cried to thee and thou didst save, Thy Word of grace new courage gave; The kings of earth shall thank thee, Lord, For they have heard thy wondrous word; Yea, they shall come with songs of praise, For great and glorious are thy ways.
O Lord, enthroned in glory bright, Thou reignest in the heavenly height; The proud in vain thy favor seek, But thou hast mercy for the meek; Through trouble though my pathway be, Thou wilt revive and strengthen me. Thou wilt stretch forth thy mighty arm To save me when my foes alarm; The work thou hast for me begun Shall by thy grace be fully done; For ever mercy dwells with thee; O Lord, my Maker, think on me. My soul he doth restore again; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en for his own name's sake.
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Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill, For thou art with me; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.