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!

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Legacy (Psalm 78:1-8)

“An honest man’s the noblest work of God,”
Not him who chases wealth, to fame aspires.
God measures not that man whom men applaud,
But him who passes on the Gospel-fire.
Oh fathers, bear this precious task in mind:
To teach your children in this living faith.
Oh mothers, keep within the Lord’s design:
Desire children, guide them in the Way.
Do you not see the dreadful consequence,
If you neglect this all-important task?
With heathen families, generations hence,
Who say, “such were his words, but not his acts.”
But teach your children in the faith that’s true,
And when they’re old, they will not stray from Him,
But they, in turn, will teach their children, too,
Your children’s children serving Christ within.
And on the day your body enters earth,
They’ll stand, each generation, by your grave,
And say, “He taught us Jesus from our birth,
Our heritage of Christian faith, he gave.”
An honest man’s the noblest work of God,
Who trains his children, serving God alone,
A thousand thousands, heirs for years to come,
Will worship with their father at Christ’s throne.

Worship! (Psalm 33:1-8)

Sing out, all you Jehovah’s saints,
You righteous in His blood,
Let praises be your normal state,
And fit you as a glove.

Play skillfully upon the harp,
Your worship deftly made,
And glorify Him with your art,
God smiles when we play.

Sing to the Lord, a song that’s new,
And ancient praises clasped,
Perfection of each song pursue,
With gusto – trumpet blasts!

Because the word of God is right,
And faithful all the time.
So you may hold His promise tight,
And trust His way divine.

And God adores the justice served,
When wicked men are judged.
His mercy covers all the earth,
And He has made us just.

And when He speaks the heaven’s dawned,
And stars burst into flame,
And from His breath the planets spawned,
And countless wonders came.

The welling oceans He has stored,
With polar ice and wind,
He watches us, a loving Lord,
Oh, stand in awe of Him!