CHORALE SECTION
414. O Lord, How Swiftly
Grows. Psalm 3. 6 6 7 6 6 7 D.
O Lord, how
swiftly grows
The number of my
foes,
Who wantonly
oppress me!
Yea, multiplied
are they
That rise to my
dismay,
And day by day
distress me.
Though heavy my
despair,
They scornfully
declare,
To my
humiliation,
That Thou, O God,
no more
Canst help me as
before
Or come to my
salvation.
But Thou,
Jehovah, art
A shield about my
heart,
My hope and sure
reliance.
Thou, in the hour
of dread,
Dost lift my
weary head,
And biddest them
defiance
Whene'er to God I
cried,
He hastened to my
side
In all my
tribulations;
From Zion's
mountain fair
He looked on my
despair,
And heard my
supplications.
I laid me down
and slept;
I waked, for I
was kept
In His divine
protection;
The Lord was at
my side,
My succor He
supplied,
Whatever my
affliction.
Defended by His
hand,
I shall undaunted
stand,
While thousands
surge about me;
Though furious
foemen wage
Their war with
mighty rage,
I know they shall
not rout me.
Arise and save
me, Lord,
For Thou hast
smitten hard
The jaws of them
that hate me;
Yea, Thou didst
fiercely break
For me Thy
servant's sake
The teeth of the
ungodly.
I shall not
suffer long,
For my salvation
strong
Belongeth to
Jehovah;
Thou, Lord, wilt
freely pour
A blessing from
Thy store
Upon us;
Hallelujah!
415. Unto Thee, O Lord
Jehovah. Psalm 25. 8 7 8 7 7 8 7 8.
Unto Thee, O Lord
Jehovah,
Do I lift my
waiting soul.
O my God, in Thee
I trusted;
Let no shame now
o'er me roll.
On my enemy be
shame,
Oft without a
cause transgressing;
But all those who
trust Thy Name
Honor with
abundant blessing.
Unto me, O Lord
Jehovah,
Show Thy ways and
teach Thou me;
So that, by Thy
Spirit guided,
Clearly I Thy
paths may see.
In Thy truth wilt
Thou me guide,
Teach me, God of
my salvation;
All the day for
Thee I bide,
Lord, with eager
expectation.
Call to mind, O
Lord Jehovah,
Tender mercies
manifold,
And Thy store of
lovingkindness
Which has ever
been of old.
Sins of youth
remember not,
Nor recall my
hid' transgression;
For Thy goodness'
sake, O God,
Think of me in
Thy compassion.
Good and upright
is Jehovah
In his dealings
evermore.
Sinners are by
Him instructed
In the way untrod
before.
He will ever
guide the meek
In His judgments
true and holy;
Teach His ways to
those who seek
With a contrite
heart and lowly.
All the pathways
of Jehovah
Speak of truth
and mercies pure
Unto such as keep
His covenant
And His testimony
sure.
For the glory of
Thy Name,
Pardon, Lord, my
evil-doing;
Grievous though
my sin and shame,
Hear my cry, Thy
love renewing.
Who is he that
fears Jehovah,
Walking with Him
day by day?
God will lead him
safely onward,
Guide Him in the
chosen way.
Then at ease his
soul shall rest,
In Jehovah still
confiding;
E'en his children
shall be blest,
Safely in the
land abiding.
Yea, the secret
of Jehovah
Is with those who
fear His Name;
With His friends
in tender mercy
He His covenant
will maintain.
With a confidence
complete,
Toward the Lord
my eyes are turning;
From the net
He'll pluck my feet;
He will not
despise my yearning.
Turn Thou unto me
in mercy;
Have compassion
on my soul.
I am sore
distressed and lonely;
Waves of trouble
o'er me roll.
Myriad woes beset
my heart,
Myriad doubts and
bitternesses;
Thou who my
Deliverer art,
Bring me out of
my distresses.
O consider my
affliction,
All my travail,
Lord, behold;
Grant me full and
free remission
Of my trespasses
untold.
See mine enemies;
for great
Is the number
that upbraid me;
Who, in their
consuming hate,
With their cruel
scorn have flayed me.
Keep my soul, O
gracious Savior;
Come, I pray,
deliver me,
Lest my head with
shame be covered,
For my refuge is
in Thee.
Trusting in Thy
power supreme,
Lord, I wait for
Thy salvation;
Come, Jehovah,
and redeem
Israel from
tribulation.
416. As the Hart, About to
Falter. Psalm 42. 8 7 8 7 7 7 8 8.
As the hart,
about to falter,
In its trembling
agony,
Panteth for the
brooks of water,
So my soul doth
pant for Thee.
Yea, athirst for
Thee I cry;
God of life, O
when shall I
Come again to
stand before Thee
In Thy temple,
and adore Thee?
Bitter tears of
lamentation
Are my food by
night and day;
In my deep
humiliation
Where is now thy
God? they say.
Yea, my soul doth
melt in me,
When I bring to
memory,
How of yore I did
assemble
With the joyful
in Thy temple.
O my soul, why
art thou grieving,
Why disquieted in
me?
Hope in God, thy
faith retrieving;
Let Him still thy
refuge be.
I shall yet extol
His grace
For the comfort
of His face;
He has ever
turned my sorrow
Into gladness on
the morrow.
From the land
beyond the Jordan
I bewail my
misery;
From the
foothills of Mount Hermon,
O my God, I think
of Thee.
As the waters
plunge and leap,
Deep re-echoes
unto deep;
All Thy waves and
billows roaring
O'er my troubled
soul are pouring.
But the Lord will
send salvation,
And by day His
love provide;
He shall be my
exultation,
And my song at
eventide.
On His praise
e'en in the night
I will ponder
with delight,
And in prayer,
transcending distance,
Seek the God of
my existence.
I will say to
God, my fortress:
Why hast Thou
forsaken me?
Why go I about in
sadness
For my foes'
dread tyranny?
Their rebukes and
scoffing words
Pierce my bones
as pointed sword,
As they say with
proud defiance:
Where is God, thy
soul's reliance?
O my soul, why
art thou grieving;
Why disquieted in
me?
Hope in God, thy
faith retrieving;
He will still thy
refuge be.
I shall yet
through all my days
Give to Him my
thankful praise;
God, who will
from shame deliver,
Is my God, my
rock, forever.
417. Send Forth, O Lord of
My Salvation. Psalm 43. 9 8 9 9 8 6.
Send forth, O
Lord of my salvation,
Thy light and
truth to be my guide,
O let their rays,
in my privation,
Lead me unto Thy
habitation,
Where 'neath Thy
wings I'll be supplied
With grace Thou
wilt provide.
Then, at Thy
sacred altar bending,
My heart to God
in prayer I'll raise
With harp and
voice, in worship blending,
Thy courts
resound, while psalms, ascending
To God, my
highest joy, bring praise
For all His
wondrous ways.
My soul, why art
thou sad and grieving?
Why so oppressed
with anxious care?
Hope thou in God!
His Word believing,
Thou shalt behold
His face, receiving
The blessings of
His countenance fair-
What bliss beyond
compare!
418. Praise the Lord, Ye
Lands. Psalm 47. 5 5 5 5 5 5 D.
Praise the Lord,
ye lands,
Nations, clap
your hands;
Shout aloud to
God,
Spread His fame
abroad;
Praise Him loud
and long
With a triumph
song;
Bow as ye draw
nigh,
For the Lord Most
High,
Terrible is He
In His dignity;
And His kingdom's
girth
Circles all the
earth.
God has gone on
high
With a joyful
cry;
Hosts with
trumpet sound
Make His praise
abound;
Sing ye praise to
God,
Tell His fame
abroad,
Take a psalm and
shout,
Let His praise
ring out,
Lift your voice
and sing
Glory to our
King;
He is Lord of
earth,
Magnify His
worth.
Praise His
majesty
Understandingly;
God is King alone
On His holy
throne,
Issues His
commands
To all heathen
lands.
Lo, the princes
all
Gather at His
call;
His the shields
of earth,
His the power,
the worth;
He, the God on
high,
Is our Helper
nigh.
419. Forth From Thy
Courts, Thy Sacred Dwelling.
Psalm 65. 9 6 9
6 D.
Forth from Thy
courts, Thy sacred dwelling,
In jubilant
accord,
We hear sweet
strains of praises swelling,
O Israel's mighty
Lord!
To God, who hears
our imploration,
We come to pay
our vow,
Soon men from
every tribe and nation
Before our God
shall bow.
A mighty stream
of foul transgression
Prevails from day
to day;
But Thou, O God,
in great compassion,
Wilt purge my
guilt away.
Blest is the man
whom Thou hast chosen,
And bringest nigh
to Thee,
That in Thy
courts, in Thee reposing,
His dwellingplace
may be.
There, in Thy
holy habitation,
Thou wilt Thy
saints provide
With every
blessing of salvation
Till all are
satisfied.
By awful deeds,
so just and mighty,
God saves us from
our foe;
To all who walk
with Him uprightly
He will salvation
show.
From stores on
high Thy streams flow over
The hard and arid
land;
The fields are
sown with corn and clover,
Provided by Thy
hand;
The furrows,
softened by Thy showers,
Are blest with
springing grain.
How great, O God,
Thy love and power
Throughout Thy
vast domain!
The year is
crowned, O Fount of blessing,
With gifts to
cheer the land;
Thy goodness
fills the earth, expressing
The wonders of
Thy hand.
The hills
rejoice; the pastures, teeming
With flocks that
skip and spring,
The golden grain,
in valleys gleaming-
All sing to God
the King.
420. God Shall Arise and by His Might.
God shall arise
and by His might
Put all His
enemies to flight
With shame and
consternation.
His haters,
haughty though they be,
Shall at His
august presence flee
In utter
desolation;
For when Jehovah
shall appear,
He shall consume,
afar and near,
All those that
evil cherish.
As smoke before
His dreadful ire,
As wax is molten
by the fire,
So shall the
wicked perish.
But let the
righteous, blessed of yore,
Joy in their God
as ne'er before,
Faith's victory
achieving.
Their joy shall
then unbounded be
Who see God's
face eternally,
Their heart's
desire receiving.
Exalt, exalt the
Name of God;
Sing ye His royal
fame abroad
With fervent
exultation;
Cast up a highway
smooth and wide
That through the
deserts He may ride,
Jehovah, our
salvation.
Sing praise, thou
chosen Israel,
Who with the
folds of sheep dost dwell;
Thou art God's
joy and treasure.
Like doves on
golden-feathered wing,
In holy beauty
thou shalt bring
Thy praise to God
with pleasure.
Jehovah scattered
kings and foes,
Redeeming thee
from grievous woes;
Praise is Thy
holy duty.
For God did
choose a mount so fair
That Bashan's
height cannot compare
With Zion's fame
and beauty.
The Lord is
great, His might untold,
His chariots
thousand thousand fold,
His armies ne'er
confounded.
Among them God
with joy displays
The glory that in
Moses' days
Mount Sinai
surrounded.
When Thou, O
Lord, in glory bright,
Ascendedst in the
heavenly height
Our captive-bonds
to sever,
Rich gifts from
those who did rebel
Thou didst
receive, that men may dwell
With Thee, O
Lord, forever.
Let God be
praised with reverence deep;
He daily comes
our lives to steep
In bounties
freely given.
God cares for us,
our God is He;
Who would not
fear His majesty
In earth as well
as heaven?
Our God upholds
us in the strife;
To us He grants
eternal life,
And saves from
desolation.
He hears the
needy when they cry,
He saves their
souls when death draws nigh,
This God is our
salvation.
Ye kings and
kingdoms of the earth,
Extol Jehovah's
matchless worth
With psalms of
adoration.
Praise Him whose
glory rides on high,
Whose thunders
roll through clouded sky
With mighty
intonation.
Ascribe ye
strength to God alone,
Whose worth in
Israel is known,
For whom the
heavens tremble.
O Lord, our
strength, to Thee we bow,
For great and
terrible art Thou
Out of Thy holy
temple.
421. O God of Hosts, O God
of Grace. Psalm 84. 8 8 9 8 8 9 8 8.
O God of hosts, O
God of grace,
How lovely is Thy
holy place,
How good and
pleasant is Thy dwelling!
My thirsty soul
longs earnestly,
Yea, faints Thy
holy courts to see
'Mid festal
throngs and music swelling.
My heart and
flesh cry out to God,
To Him I spread
my hands abroad.
The sparrow finds
a house to rest,
The swallow
deftly builds her nest,
And broods her
young hard by Thine altar.
O Lord of Hosts,
my God, my King,
With all my soul
to Thee I cling!
Hold Thou my
hand, lest I should falter.
How blest are
they that dwell with Thee!
They praise Thy
Name continually.
Blest is the man
whose strength Thou art,
Thy ways are
hidden in his heart,
He treads the
highway to Thy dwelling.
Though passing
through a vale of tears,
Thy grace, O God,
to him appears
With winged hope
and power impelling.
The wilderness,
by showers blest,
Is now a
pilgrim's vale of rest.
From strength to
strength Thy children dear
Go forward, till
they all appear
In Zion's courts,
God's holy mountain.
O how delightful,
God of grace,
The paths of
those that seek Thy face,
And yearn for
waters from Thy fountain!
Jehovah, God of
hosts, give ear,
O Jacob's God, in
mercy hear.
O God, our
shield, with face benign
Look on Thy
servant, wholly Thine,
And keep him,
Lord, Thou great Defender!
One day, passed
in Thy house of praise,
Is better than a
thousand days
Spent in the
realm of earthly splendor.
Though only at
Thy door I wait,
No tents of sin
give joy so great.
O God Jehovah,
good and kind,
On Zion's mount
in clouds enshrined,
Thou art our sun
and shield forever.
To upright souls
that seek Thy face
Thou givest
glory, truth, and grace;
E'en in death's
vale Thou failest never.
O Lord of Hosts,
how blest is he
Who puts his
steadfast trust in Thee!
422. My Mouth Shall Sing
for Aye. Psalm 89. 12 12 13 13 13 13.
My mouth shall
sing for aye Thy tender mercies, Lord;
To every age will
I Thy faithfulness record;
I know how firm
and sure Thy wondrous grace is founded,
Established in
the skies by love that is unbounded;
As Thy celestial
throne shall never sway, no never,
So shall Thy
truth endure forever and forever.
"With My own
chosen one, e'en David," God affirmed,
"I've made a
covenant, with sacred oath confirmed;
I've sworn in
truth to him, My servant: 'I will surely
Build up thy
lustrous throne through every age securely;
Forever will thy
seed, in spite of degradation,
Endure upon thy
throne through every generation'."
The heavens
praise, O Lord, Thy wonders day and night;
Thy saints on
earth extol Thy faithfulness and might;
Exultingly they
ask: "Who, Lord, within Thy dwelling,
Who of the kings
of earth, in carnal strength excelling,
Can be compared
with Thee, Jehovah great and glorious,
In all Thy wise
designs triumphant and victorious?"
The host of
heaven, O God, acclaim Thee Lord alone,
And greatly fear
Thy Name 'bove all around Thy throne.
Who is there like
to Thee, throughout this vast creation,
Jehovah, Lord of
hosts, the God of our salvation,
Arrayed like Thee
with power and faithfulness astounding,
Constraining
saints to praise Thy wondrous grace abounding?
How blessed,
Lord, are they who know the joyful sound,
Who, when they
hear Thy voice, in happiness abound!
With steadfast
step they walk, their countenances beaming
With brightness
of the light that from Thy face is streaming;
Exalted by Thy
might from depths of desolation,
They praise
fore'er Thy Name, Thy justice and salvation.
Thou art, O God,
our boast, the glory of our power;
Thy sovereign
grace is e'er our fortress and our tower.
We lift our heads
aloft, for God, our shield, is o'er us;