The Psalms of David ‎#P34a

P34a. Lord, I will bless thee all my Days

1 Lord, I will bless thee all my Days,
Thy Praise shall dwell upon my Tongue;
My Soul shall glory in thy Grace,
While Saints rejoice to hear the Song.

2 Come, magnify the Lord with me,
Come, let us all exalt his Name;
I sought th' eternal GOD, and He
Has not expos'd my Hope to Shame.

3 I told him all my secret Grief,
My secret Groaning reach'd his Ears,
He gave my inward Pains Relief;
And calm'd the Tumult of my Fears.

4 To him the Poor lift up their Eyes,
Their Faces feel the heav'nly Shine;
A Beam of Mercy from the Skies
Fills them with Light and Joy divine.

5 His holy Angels pitch their Tents
Around the Men that serve the Lord:
O fear and love him, all his Saints,
Taste of his Grace, and trust his Word.

6 The wild young Lions, pinch'd with Pain
And Hunger, roar thro' all the Wood;
But none shall seek the Lord in vain,
Nor want Supplies of real Good.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I will bless thee all my Days
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Scripture:
  Psalm 34
• Topic: Afflicted: removed by Prayer; Care of God over his Saints; Children: instructed; Deliverance: by prayer; Deliverance: from deep distress; Exhortaions to Peace and Holiness; Fears: and doubts suppressed; Instruction: in piety; Peace: and holiness encouraged; Praise: for eminent Deliverance; Prayer: and praise for deliverance; Prayer: heard; Religious Education; Sin of Tongue; Tongue governed
• Notes: Public Domain.

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