High Priestly Praise (Hebrews 4:14-5:3)

Sing praise to God, you sons of men!
For this High Priest whom you are given,
Who makes atonement for your sin,
For with our trials He has striven.
In all our passions He was caught,
With all temptations He has fought,
And yet He gained the victory!

So come before the throne of grace,
And look for comfort in no other.
With confidence before His face,
Who’s not ashamed to call you brother.
And there His mercy you’ll receive,
And you’ll find grace when you believe,
And join Him in His victory!

For Christ as priest was made a man,
To stand before God’s holy anger.
He shed His blood – the Law’s demand,
And saved us from damnation’s danger.
And He is gentle when we err,
For He was weak when on the earth,
Yet brought us into victory!

You ignorant, come now be wise!
You errant give to Him allegiance!
And see this living sacrifice,
Who over came man’s fallen weakness.
And once for all He paid the price,
Perfection which need not die twice,
But won eternal victory!

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The Heavens Are Speaking Aloud (Psalm 19)

The heavens are speaking aloud –
The wind, and the sky, and the cloud –
They’re shouting abroad the glory of God,
Proclaiming the works of His hands.

The languages of every land,
Have heard what creation demands;
Day utters words, and night yet concurs,
They shout in a patchwork of praise.

Each telling mankind of God’s ways:
His Majesty, beauty, and grace.
The galaxies hung, or wild-flowers sprung,
Or pitiful newborn’s first cry.

Oh, help me to never despise,
That voice when I hear it arise,
But let it renew my wonder of You,
And make me to join in its shout!

Deliver Me From Evil (Psalm 41:5-13)

My enemies expect my death, destruction of my name,
Disseminating lies and scheming scandals for my shame.
They’re misers of iniquity and men who hoard their sin,
My faithful friend who ate my food turned foe-man in the end!

O, dearest Lord, but You and You alone deliver me,
Give grace and get me up at once again Your call I’ll seek.
By this I know You heard my hollering for help and aid:
If these malicious men may never marshall troops in might arrayed.

I know that You deserve my praise, since You were pleased with me,
For You positioned me that You might hear my prayers and pleas,
You hallowed me and cleansed me of abhorrent calumny,
The Lord be praised in every age, amen eternally!