LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me. Many there be who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” Selah.
But You, O LORD, are a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and He heard me out of His holy hill. Selah.
I laid me down and slept; I awakened; for the LORD sustained me. I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people that have set themselves against me round about. Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for You have smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; You have broken the teeth of the ungodly. Salvation belongs unto the LORD: Your blessing is upon Your people. Selah.
The loving Shepherd walked among the sheep;
By name each one He called.
Weep not, dear ones, for I’m not there
In casket cold or graveyard bare.
A Song for Sunday
lyrics & music by J. B. F. Wright, 1925
Precious mem’ries, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred past unfold.
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
“O that I had wings like a dove,
For then would I fly away and be at rest!”
Frequently I have yearned within my breast
To flee to yon celestial home above.
Just as I am, my broken heart
To give Thee the whole, and not just part.
For Thou canst give me a brand new start,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Beholders many faults may find,
But God forgave them all
Before the earth or sea or time,
Before poor Adam’s fall.