The Psalms of David ‎#XXXIVa

XXXIVa. God's Care of the Saints; or, Deliverance by Prayer

1 LORD, I will bless you 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 groanings reach'd his ears;
He gave my inward pains relief,
And calm'd the tumult of my fears.

4 To him the poor lift 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 all real good.

Text Information

• First Line: LORD, I will bless thee all my days
• Title: God's Care of the Saints; or, Deliverance by Prayer
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 34
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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