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Psalms, Hymns and Songs from the Spirit....

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  • Psalms, Hymns and Songs from the Spirit....

    I would ask that we post just a verse or two of our favorite Psalm, or a stanza or verse or chorus from our favorite songs, fulfilling the admonishment to....

    "speak to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord" (from Eph 5:19 NIV)


    Search me, O God, and know my heart today,
    Try me, O Savior, know my thoughts, I pray;
    See if there be some wicked way in me;
    Cleanse me from every sin, and set me free.

    PLEASE no debate or nonsense, OK?
    Last edited by Cow Poke; 05-31-2014, 09:36 PM.
    The first to state his case seems right until another comes and cross-examines him.

  • #2
    Blessed are the poor in spirit,
    For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
    Blessed are those who mourn,
    For they shall be comforted.
    Blessed are the meek,
    For they shall inherit the earth.
    Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
    For they shall be filled.
    Blessed are the merciful,
    For they shall obtain mercy.
    Blessed are the pure in heart,
    For they shall see God.
    Blessed are the peacemakers,
    For they shall be called sons of God.
    Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake,
    For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
    Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven.
    Enter the Church and wash away your sins. For here there is a hospital and not a court of law. Do not be ashamed to enter the Church; be ashamed when you sin, but not when you repent. – St. John Chrysostom

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    • #3
      So long, I searched for life's meaning-
      enslaved by the world and my greed-
      Then the door of my prison was opened by love-
      for the ransom was paid-
      I was free!

      I'm free from the fear of tomorrow-
      I'm free from the guilt of my past-
      I've traded my shackles for a glorious song-
      I'm free- Praise the Lord, free at last!
      The first to state his case seems right until another comes and cross-examines him.

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      • #4
        Salvation is Created by Pavel Chesnokov

        Salvation is created,
        in midst of the earth,
        O God, O our God. Alleluia.

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        • #5
          Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
          http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/h/o/holyholy.htm

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          • #6
            Deep within my heart's a melody,
            Jesus whispers sweet and low,
            'Fear not, I am with thee,
            Peace be still',
            In all of life's ebb and flow.

            Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
            Sweetest name I know
            Fills my every longing (in my heart),
            He keeps me singing as I go.
            "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." - Jim Elliot

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            • #7
              One of my favorite psalms is Psalm 90



              90 Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

              2 Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.

              3 Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.

              4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

              5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

              6 In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

              7 For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.

              8 Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

              9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.

              10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

              11 Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.

              12 So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

              13 Return, O Lord, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.

              14 O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

              15 Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.

              16 Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children.

              17 And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.
              3 For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received: that Christ died for our sins in accordance with the Scriptures, 4 that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day in accordance with the Scriptures --1 Corinthians 15:3-4 (borrowed with gratitude from 37818's sig)

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              • #8
                My two favorite stanzas:

                Oh, come, oh, come, Emmanuel,
                And ransom captive Israel,
                That mourns in lonely exile here
                Until the Son of God appear.
                Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
                Shall come to you, O Israel!

                Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high,
                And cheer us by your drawing nigh,
                Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
                And death's dark shadows put to flight.
                Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
                Shall come to you, O Israel!
                "For I desire mercy, not sacrifice, and acknowledgment of God rather than burnt offerings." Hosea 6:6

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                • #9
                  This hymn never fails to bring me to tears....

                  When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
                  when sorrows like sea billows roll;
                  whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
                  It is well, it is well with my soul.

                  Refrain:
                  It is well with my soul,
                  it is well, it is well with my soul.

                  Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
                  let this blest assurance control,
                  that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
                  and hath shed his own blood for my soul.
                  (Refrain)

                  My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
                  My sin, not in part but the whole,
                  is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
                  praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Littlejoe View Post
                    This hymn never fails to bring me to tears....

                    When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
                    when sorrows like sea billows roll;
                    whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
                    It is well, it is well with my soul.

                    Refrain:
                    It is well with my soul,
                    it is well, it is well with my soul.

                    Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
                    let this blest assurance control,
                    that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
                    and hath shed his own blood for my soul.
                    (Refrain)

                    My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
                    My sin, not in part but the whole,
                    is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
                    praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
                    The first to state his case seems right until another comes and cross-examines him.

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                    • #11
                      Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
                      Hear my humble cry;
                      While on others Thou art calling,
                      Do not pass me by.
                      Savior, Savior,
                      Hear my humble cry,
                      While on others Thou art calling,
                      Do not pass me by.
                      The first to state his case seems right until another comes and cross-examines him.

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                      • #12
                        How did I not know about this thread before? I could think of a few of my favorite hymns to quote from on here. (But for now, just one. )

                        How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
                        Is laid for your faith through His excellent Word!
                        What more can He say than to you He hath said,
                        To you who for refuge to Jesus hath fled?

                        "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
                        I will never, no never desert to its foes.
                        That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
                        I will never, no never, no never forsake."
                        ~ Russell ("MelMak")

                        "[Sing] and [make] melody in your heart to the Lord." -- Ephesians 5:19b

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                        • #13
                          The love of God is greater far
                          Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
                          It goes beyond the highest star,
                          And reaches to the lowest hell;
                          The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
                          God gave His Son to win;
                          His erring child He reconciled,
                          And pardoned from his sin.
                          Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
                          How measureless and strong!
                          It shall forevermore endure—
                          The saints’ and angels’ song.

                          Could we with ink the ocean fill,
                          And were the skies of parchment made,
                          Were every stalk on earth a quill,
                          And every man a scribe by trade;
                          To write the love of God above
                          Would drain the ocean dry;
                          Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
                          Though stretched from sky to sky.
                          The first to state his case seems right until another comes and cross-examines him.

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                          • #14
                            Shackled by a heavy burden,
                            'Neath a load of guilt and shame.

                            Then the hand of Jesus touched me,
                            And now I am no longer the same.

                            He touched me, Oh He touched me,
                            And oh the joy that floods my soul!

                            Something happened and now I know,
                            He touched me and made me whole.

                            Since I met this blessed Savior,
                            Since He cleansed and made me whole,

                            I will never cease to praise Him,
                            I'll shout it while eternity rolls.

                            He touched me, Oh He touched me,
                            And oh the joy that floods my soul!

                            Something happened and now I know
                            He touched me and made me whole.
                            The first to state his case seems right until another comes and cross-examines him.

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                            • #15
                              Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;
                              The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:
                              Before the throne my surety stands,
                              Before the throne my surety stands,
                              My name is written on His hands.

                              He ever lives above, for me to intercede;
                              His all redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead:
                              His blood atoned for all our race,
                              His blood atoned for all our race,
                              And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

                              Five bleeding wounds He bears; received on Calvary;
                              They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:
                              “Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
                              “Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
                              “Nor let that ransomed sinner die!”

                              The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One;
                              He cannot turn away, the presence of His Son;
                              His Spirit answers to the blood,
                              His Spirit answers to the blood,
                              And tells me I am born of God.

                              My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear;
                              He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear:
                              With confidence I now draw nigh,
                              With confidence I now draw nigh,
                              And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.


                              Securely anchored to the Rock amid every storm of trial, testing or tribulation.

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