39 (1) | Psalm 39 Version 1 | LM | |
WHEN tried, O Lord, with grief and woe, I will not vent my sad complaints, But guard my ways and keep my tongue, Before those who are not Thy saints. |
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2 | Yet will I not hold back from prayer, But all my case to Thee present, Lest inner griefs be stirred to fire, From brooding long in discontent. |
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3 | Empty and lone though I may feel, Wearied by labour’s small reward, Teach me that nothing is in vain, With Christ my Saviour and my Lord. |
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4 | Silence my faithless murmurs now, May I be humbled, awed to dust; Build and restore my flagging hope, And make Thy sovereign plan my trust. |
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5 | Strengthen me now, my gracious Lord. How can I still a stranger be, When I have tasted, O so much, Of friendship, light, and love from Thee? |
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