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Psalm 34 Part 1

I'll bless the Lord from day to day; How good are all his ways! Ye humble souls that use to pray, Come, help my lips to praise.

Sing to the honor of his name, How a poor suff'rer cried, Nor was his hope exposed to shame, Nor was his suit denied.

When threat'ning sorrows round me stood, And endless fears arose, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling all my woes;

I told the Lord my sore distress, With heavy groans and tears; He gave my sharpest torments ease, And silenced all my fears.

PAUSE.

[O sinners, come and taste his love, Come, learn his pleasant ways; And let your own experience prove The sweetness of his grace.

He bids his angels pitch their tents Round where his children dwell; What ills their heav'nly care prevents No earthly tongue can tell.]

[O love the Lord, ye saints of his; His eye regards the just: How richly blest their portion is Who make the Lord their trust!

Young lions, pinched with hunger, roar And famish in the wood; But God supplies his holy poor With every needful good.]