Psalm 119:1-8 Aleph

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!
Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice;
Tender to me the promise of his word;
In God my Savior shall my heart rejoice

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his Name!
Make known his might, the deeds his arm has done;
His mercy sure, from age to age to same;
His holy Name--the Lord, the Mighty One

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his might!
Powers and dominions lay their glory by
Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight
The hungry fed, the humble lifted high

Tell out, my soul, the glories of his word!
Firm is his promise, and his mercy sure
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord
To children's children and for evermore!

T. Dudley Smith

Exalt The Lord our God 2x
And worship at His footstool
Worship at His footstool
Holy is He 2x

Terry MacAlmon

Psalm 119: Aleph

  1  Blessed are they that undefiled,
        and straight are in the way;
     Who in the Lord's most holy law
        do walk, and do not stray.

  2   Blessed are they who to observe
         his statutes are inclined;
      And who do seek the living God
         with their whole heart and mind.

  3  Such in his ways do walk, and they
        do no iniquity.
  4  Thou hast commanded us to keep
        thy precepts carefully.

  5  O that thy statutes to observe
        thou would'st my ways direct!
  6  Then shall I not be shamed, when I
        thy precepts all respect.

  7  Then with integrity of heart
        thee will I praise and bless,
     When I the judgments all have learned
        of thy pure righteousness.

  8  That I will keep thy statutes all
        firmly resolved have I:
     O do not then, most gracious God,
        forsake me utterly.

Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name,
Source of all true righteousness;
Thou art evermore the same,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.

C. Wesley.