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GOD BLESSES THE RIGHTEOUS

PSALM 75


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SCRIPTURE READING IN ENGLISH

1 To the chief Musician, Altaschith, A Psalm or Song of Asaph.

Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, unto thee do we give thanks: for that thy name is near thy wondrous works declare.

2 When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly.

3 The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Selah.

4 I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:

5 Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.

6 For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.

7 But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another.

8 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.

9 But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

10 All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.


Outline

God's people come before Him the sovereign Judge with nothing to boast. Nothing they could bring to offer but their contrite heart. We could bring nothing to win God's favour but He does sovereign chooses us and nurtures us. May we take heart to consecrate our hearts fully to Him in grateful obedience and love.

NEARER, STILL NEARER

Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,

Draw me, my Savior-so precious Thou art!

Fold me, oh, fold me close to Thy breast.

Shelter me safe in that "Haven of Rest";

Shelter me safe in that "Haven of Rest."

Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,

Naught as an offering to Jesus, my King;

Only my sinful, now contrite heart.

Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.

Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.

Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine!

Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign,

All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride,

Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified.

Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last.

Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;

Through endless ages ever to be

Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee;

Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee!

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