Songs For Summer - Psalm 25

Each week during the summer, we make an effort to not merely read the Psalms, but to prayerfully sing them, using them as they have been designed to be used: to give the Church voice to her faith in God in every circumstance.

One excellent resource for the church that surfaced in the late 19th century was a hymnal that adapted the Psalms into English rhyme and meter. With rare exception, when we sing the Psalms on a Sunday morning, we are singing lyrics from this hymnal--adding music, and often modifying them for clarity and conciseness. 

Listen, read, pray, meditate on Psalm 25 below. 

(This phone recording is merely a rough draft that I personally use to remind myself how the song sounds.)

Their souls shall dwell at ease

Before their Maker’s face:

Their seed shall taste the promises

In their extensive grace.

 

Part 3

Mine eyes and my desire

Are ever to the Lord:

I love to plead his promises,

And rest upon his word.

 

For his own goodness’ sake,

He saves my soul from shame;

He pardons (tho’ my guilt be great)

Thro’ my Redeemer’s name.

 

When shall the sov’reign grace

Of my forgiving God,

Restore me from those dang’rous ways,

My wand’ring feet have trod?

 

The tumult of my thoughts

Doth but enlarge my woe;

My spirit languishes; my heart

Is desolate and low.

 

With every morning light

My grief anew begins;

Look on my anguish and my pain,

And pardon all my sins.

 

Behold the hosts of hell,

How cruel is their hate!

Against my life they rise, and join,

Their fury with deceit.

 

With humble faith I wait,

To see they face again:

Of Israel it shall ne’er be said,

He sought the Lord in vain.

 

O keep my soul from death,

Nor put my hope to shame;

For I have plac’d my only trust

In my Redeemer’s name.

 

O keep our souls from death

Nor put our hope to shame

For we have plac'd our only trust

In our Redeemer’s name

Psalm 25 - A Hymn

Part 1

I lift my soul to God,

My trust is in his name;

Let not my foes that seek my blood

Still triumph in my shame.

 

Sin, and the pow’rs of hell

Persuade me to despair;

Lord, make me know thy cov’nant well,

That I may ‘scape the snare.

 

From the first dawning light,

‘Till the dark ev’ning rise,

For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,

With ever longing eyes.

 

Remember all thy grace,

And lead me in thy truth;

Forgive the sins of former days

And follies of my youth

 

The Lord is just and kind,

The meek shall learn his ways,

And ev’ry humble sinner find

The blessings of his grace.

 

For his own goodness’ sake,

He saves my soul from shame;

He pardons (tho’ my guilt be great)

Thro’ my Redeemer’s name.

 

Part 2

Where shall the man be found,

That fears t’offend his God:

That loves the gospel’s joyful sound,

And trembles at the rod?

 

The Lord shall make him know

The secret of his heart;

The wonders of his cov’nant show,

And all his love impart.

 

The dealings of his hand

Are truth and mercy still,

With such as in his cov’nant stand,

And love to do his will

 

Their souls shall dwell at ease

Before their Maker’s face:

Their seed shall taste the promises

In their extensive grace.