Blessed is the Man

Performed by: The Church of Greenville




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Hallelujah, praise Jehovah,
From the heavens praise His name;
Praise Jehovah in the highest,
All His angels praise proclaim.
All His hosts together praise Him,
Sun, and moon, and stars on high;
Praise Him, O ye heav’n of heavens,
And ye floods above the sky.

Let them praises give Jehovah,
For His name alone is high,
And His glory is exalted,
And His glory is exalted,
And His glory is exalted,
Far above the earth and sky.

Let them praises give Jehovah,
They were made at His command,
Them forever He established;
His decree shall ever stand.
From the earth, oh, praise Jehovah,
All ye floods, ye dragons all;
Fire, and hail, and snow, and vapors,
Stormy winds that hear His call.

All ye fruitful trees and cedars,
All ye hills and mountains high,
Creeping things, and beasts, and cattle,
Birds that in the heavens fly.
Kings of earth, and all ye people,
Princes great, earth’s judges all,
Praise His name, young men and maidens,
Aged men and children small.

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art;
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tow’r:
Raise Thou me heav’nward, O Pow’r of my pow’r.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heav’n’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown.

Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heav’n can boast.

All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.

Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
Now and forevermore be Thine.

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
Oh, there are ten thousand charms.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! Oh fix me on it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love.

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee.
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not,
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.

Great is Thy faithfulness,
Great is Thy faithfulness,
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above.
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide.
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside.

While Thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour,
With better hopes be filled.

Thy love the power of thought bestowed,
To Thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.

In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see;
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by Thee.

In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings my favoured hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.

My lifted eye, without a tear,
The lowering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on Thee.

Jesus Is All I Wish or Want
For Him I pray, for Him I pant;
Let others after earth aspire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

Possessed of Him, I ask no more;
He is an all-sufficient store;
To praise Him all my powers conspire
Christ is the treasure I desire.

If He His smiling face but hide,
My soul no comfort has beside;
Distressed I after Him inquire
Christ is the treasure I desire.

And while my heart is racked with pain,
Jesus appears and smiles again.
Why should my Savior thus retire?
Christ is the treasure I desire.

Come, humble souls, and view His charms,
Take refuge in His saving arms,
And sing, while you his worth admire,
“Christ is the Savior I desire.”

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near,
Join me in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been,
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee!
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee;
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,
If with His love He befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him!
Let the amen sound from His people again;
Gladly forever adore Him.

O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded,
With thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss ’til now was Thine;
Yet though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
‘Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe me to Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow,
To thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this my dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Oh make me Thine forever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to Thee.

The Duties of Baptized Christians (Col 3:12)

All you that in the flood;
Have own’d your holy Lord;
And to His people joined yourselves
According to His word.

In Zion you should dwell,
Her altar ne’er forsake,
Should come to all her solemn feasts,
and all her joys partake.

She should employ your thoughts,
and your unceasing care:
Her welfare be your constant wish,
And her increase your prayer.

With humbleness of mind,
Amongst her sons rejoice:
A meek and quiet spirit is,
With God of highest price.

Never offend or grieve,
Your brethren in the way:
But shun the dark abodes of strife,
Like children of the day.

Highly in love esteem,
Your pastors in the Lord;
They break the bread of life to you,
and labor in the word.

A constant watch maintain,
Against your ev’ry foe:
With fervent pray’r beseech your God,
to bless the way you go.

Grow ye in ev’ry grace,
In Ev’ry gift improve;
Grow in the knowledge of the Lord,
In purity and love.

Now shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.

God on his thirsty Zion hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To show’r salvation down.

Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions, and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of His saints?

Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know;
Spirit breathing from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so!
Oh, this full and perfect peace!
From His presence all divine!
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine;
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine.

Heav’n above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in every hue,
Christless eyes have never seen;
Birds in song His glory show,
Flow’rs with deeper beauties shine,
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine;
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine.

Things that once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest,
Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on the loving breast;
Oh, to lie forever here,
Doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear
I am His, and He is mine;
While He whispers in my ear
I am His, and He is mine.

His forever, only His;
Who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss,
Christ can fill the loving heart!
Heav’n and earth may fade and flee,
Firstborn light in gloom decline,
But while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine;
But while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine.

All hail to Thee, Immanuel,
We cast our crowns before Thee;
Let ev’ry heart obey Thy will,
And ev’ry voice adore Thee.
In praise to Thee, our Savior King,
The vibrant chords of Heaven ring,
And echo back the mighty strain:
All hail! All hail!
All hail! All hail! Immanuel!

Hail to the King we love so well!
Hail! Immanuel!
Hail to the King we love so well!
Hail! Immanuel!
Glory and honor and majesty,
Wisdom and power be unto Thee,
Now and evermore!

Hail to the King we love so well!
Hail! Immanuel!
Hail to the King we love so well!
Hail! Immanuel!
King of kings and Lord of lords,
All hail, Immanuel!

All hail to Thee, Immanuel,
The ransomed hosts surround Thee;
And earthly monarchs clamor forth
Their Sov’reign King to crown Thee.
While those redeemed in ages gone,
Assembled ’round the great white throne,
Break forth into immortal song:
All hail! All hail!
All hail! All hail! Immanuel!

All hail to Thee, Immanuel,
Our risen King and Savior!
Thy foes are vanquished, and Thou art
Omnipotent forever.
Death, sin and hell no longer reign,
And Satan’s pow’r is burst in twain;
Eternal glory to Thy name:
All hail! All hail!
All hail! All hail! Immanuel!

My Savior and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.

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Blessed is the man that walketh not,
in the counsel of the ungodly,
nor standeth in the way of sinners,
nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.

But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
his delight is in the law of the Lord;
and in his law doth he meditate day and night.

And he shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season;
his leaf also shall not wither,
his leaf shall not wither;

And whatsoever he doeth,
And whatsoever he doeth,
whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

The ungodly are not so:
but are like the chaff,
which the wind driveth away,
the wind driveth away.

Therefore the ungodly shall not stand,
in the judgment,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.

For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous:
knoweth the way of the righteous
but the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Blessed is the man! Amen!