Scripture: Psalm 92
1 A Psalm or Song for the sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High: 2 To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night, 3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound. 4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands. 5 O LORD, how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep. 6 A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this.
7 When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever: 8 But thou, LORD, art most high for evermore. 9 For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered. 10 But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil. 11 Mine eye also shall see my desire on mine enemies, and mine ears shall hear my desire of the wicked that rise up against me. 12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 13 Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God. 14 They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing; 15 To shew that the LORD is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.(KJV)
Hymn: TLH 340:
Awake, my Soul, to Joyful Lays
1. Awake, my soul, to joyful lays
And sing Thy great Redeemer’s praise.
He justly claims a song from me,–
His loving-kindness, oh, how free!
2. He saw me ruined in the Fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all.
He saved me from my lost estate,–
His loving-kindness, oh, how great!
3. When I was Satan’s easy prey
And deep in debt and bondage lay,
He paid His life for my discharge,–
His loving-kindness, oh, how large.
4. Through mighty hosts of cruel foes,
Where earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,–
His loving-kindness, oh, how strong!
5. When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood,–
His loving-kindness, oh, how near!
6. When earthly friends forsake me quite
And I have neither skill now might,
He’s sure my Helper to appear,–
His loving-kindness, oh, near!
7. Too oft I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But through I have Him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
8. When I shall pass death’s gloomy vale
And all my mortal power must fail,
Oh, may my last, expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death!
9. Then shall I mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day
And sing with rapture and surprise
His loving-kindness in the skies.