"...Many are the afflictions of the righteous..." Psa. 34:19.

C M (8, 6)

At all times will I praise the Lord,
As He gives strength to me;
To trust my own heart, can't afford,
When His Spirit sets me free.

Not my own flesh, but His Pow'r boast,
- Will make the humble glad;
Together shall enlarge our coast,
Though we are often sad.

Come magnify the Lord with me,
Let us exalt His Name;
From all our fears, He'll set us free,
And save us from our shame.

When we are poor, and stand in need-
Troubled on every side;
The world, our souls can never feed,
As we are daily tried.

His angels dwell, now round about,
Though, they we may not see;
They watch our going in and out,
Because of God's mercy.

O! taste and see, the Lord is good,
We're made to trust in Him;
And look to Him for daily food
To palliate our sin.

His fear is in His Own saint's heart's,
And need shall never know;
In want, His Spirit He imparts,
To make His goodness show.

Though young lions lack, and suffer need,
God's care of them is such;
- But more than nature, does saint's feed,
Nor will He give too much;

He knows just what is good for us,
Of what we stand in need;
His Sovereign Will we can't nonplus,
Nor will He overfeed.

In love of life, pursuit of good,
We'll learn to keep our tongue,
- Check the torrent of that old flood,
That sin on us has flung.

Oh, from evil, I might depart,
In Christ, to find my good;
That sin would cease within my heart,
I love God as I would;

His peace and love, I would pursue,
His eyes upon me shine,
And constantly this way ensue,
The way of Life Divine.

In our distresses we have cried,
To Him that always hears;
Though, long in sorrow, we have sighed,
While overwhelmed with fears;

To a contrite heart, God is near,
The spirit of the crushed;
Who always stand in awe and fear,
Where sin with fury gushed.

For my afflictions, thank Thee Lord,
These, mercy, too has sent;
Lest, at ease, I may become bored,
And to my flesh give vent;

For through these things, Thy Pow'r is shown,
When sweet deliv'rance comes;
Here, Thy redeeming Love is known,
Where flesh to Grace succumbs.


Copyright Jan 2000,

O. Allen Bailey