Psalm 118

Tune: All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name

1    O praise the Lord, for he is good;
          his mercy lasteth ever.
2    Let those of Israel now say,
          His mercy faileth never.

3    Now let the house of Aaron say,
          His mercy lasteth ever.
4    Let those that fear the Lord now say,
          His mercy faileth never.

5    I in distress call’d on the Lord;
          the Lord did answer me:
     He in a large place did me set,
          from trouble made me free.

6    The mighty Lord is on my side,
          I will not be afraid;
     For any thing that man can do
          I shall not be dismay’d.

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7    The Lord doth take my part with them

          that help to succour me:

     Therefore on those that do me hate

          I my desire shall see.

8    Better it is to trust in God

          than trust in man’s defence;

9    Better to trust in God than make

          princes our confidence.

10   The nations, joining all in one,

          did compass me about:

     But in the Lord’s most holy name

          I shall them all root out.

11   They compass’d me about; I say,

          they compass’d me about:

     But in the Lord’s most holy name

          I shall them all root out.

12   Like bees they compass’d me about;

          like unto thorns that flame

     They quenched are: for them shall I

          destroy in God’s own name.

13   Thou sore hast thrust, that I might fall,

          but my Lord helped me.

14   God my salvation is become,

          my strength and song is he.

15   In dwellings of the righteous

          is heard the melody

     Of joy and health: the Lord’s right hand

          doth ever valiantly.

16   The right hand of the mighty Lord

          exalted is on high;

     The right hand of the mighty Lord

          doth ever valiantly.

17   I shall not die, but live, and shall

          the works of God discover.

18   The Lord hath me chastised sore,

          but not to death giv’n over.

19   O set ye open unto me

          the gates of righteousness;

     Then will I enter into them,

          and I the Lord will bless.

20   This is the gate of God, by it

          the just shall enter in.

21   Thee will I praise, for thou me heard’st

          and hast my safety been.

22   That stone is made head corner-stone,

          which builders did despise:

23   This is the doing of the Lord,

          and wondrous in our eyes.

24   This is the day God made, in it

          we’ll joy triumphantly.

25   Save now, I pray thee, Lord; I pray,

          send now prosperity.

26   Blessed is he in God’s great name

          that cometh us to save:

     We, from the house which to the Lord

          pertains, you blessed have.

27   God is the Lord, who unto us

          hath made light to arise:

     Bind ye unto the altar’s horns

          with cords the sacrifice.

28    Thou art my God, I’ll thee exalt;

          my God, I will thee praise.

29    Give thanks to God, for he is good:

          his mercy lasts always.

Psalm 140

1    Lord, from the ill and froward man

          give me deliverance,

     And do thou safe preserve me from

          the man of violence:

2    Who in their heart mischievous things

          are meditating ever;

     And they for war assembled are

          continually together.

3    Much like unto a serpent’s tongue

          their tongues they sharp do make;

     And underneath their lips there lies

          the poison of a snake.

4    Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands,

          from vi’lent men me save;

     Who utterly to overthrow

          my goings purpos’d have.

5    The proud for me a snare have hid,

          and cords; yea, they a net

     Have by the way-side for me spread;

          they gins for me have set.

6    I said unto the Lord, Thou art

          my God: unto the cry

     Of all my supplications,

          Lord, do thine ear apply.

7    O God the Lord, who art the strength

          of my salvation:

     A cov’ring in the day of war

          my head thou hast put on.

8    Unto the wicked man, O Lord,

          his wishes do not grant;

     Nor further thou his ill device,

          lest they themselves should vaunt.

9    As for the head and chief of those

          about that compass me,

     Ev’n by the mischief of their lips

          let thou them cover’d be.

10   Let burning coals upon them fall,

          them throw in fiery flame,

     And in deep pits, that they no more

          may rise out of the same.

11   Let not an evil speaker be

          on earth established:

     Mischief shall hunt the vi’lent man,

          till he be ruined.

12   I know God will th’ afflicted’s cause

          maintain, and poor men’s right.

13   Surely the just shall praise thy name;

          th’ upright dwell in thy sight.

Psalm 141

1    O Lord, I unto thee do cry,

          do thou make haste to me,

     And give an ear unto my voice,

          when I cry unto thee.

2    As incense let my prayer be

          directed in thine eyes;

     And the uplifting of my hands

          as th’ ev ‘ning sacrifice.

3    Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,

          keep of my lips the door.

4    My heart incline thou not unto

          the ills I should abhor,

     To practise wicked works with men

          that work iniquity;

     And with their delicates my taste

          let me not satisfy.

5    Let him that righteous is me smite,

          it shall a kindness be;

     Let him reprove, I shall it count

          a precious oil to me:

     Such smiting shall not break my head;

          for yet the time shall fall,

     When I in their calamities

          to God pray for them shall.

6    When as their judges down shall be

          in stony places cast,

     Then shall they hear my words; for they

          shall sweet be to their taste.

7    About the grave’s devouring mouth

          our bones are scatter’d round,

     As wood which men do cut and cleave

          lies scatter’d on the ground.

8    But unto thee, O God the Lord,

          mine eyes uplifted be:

     My soul do not leave destitute;

          my trust is set on thee.

9    Lord, keep me safely from the snares

          which they for me prepare;

     And from the subtile gins of them

          that wicked workers are.

10   Let workers of iniquity

          into their own nets fall,

     Whilst I do, by thine help, escape

          the danger of them all.

Psalm 142

1    I with my voice cry’d to the Lord,

          with it made my request:

2    Pour’d out to him my plaint, to him

          my trouble I exprest.

3    When in me was o’erwhelm’d my sp’rit,

          then well thou knew’st my way;

     Where I did walk a snare for me

          they privily did lay.

4    I look’d on my right hand, and view’d,

          but none to know me were;

     All refuge failed me, no man

          did for my soul take care.

5    I cry’d to thee; I said, Thou art

          my refuge, Lord, alone;

     And in the land of those that live

          thou art my portion.

6    Because I am brought very low,

          attend unto my cry:

     Me from my persecutors save,

          who stronger are than I.

7    From prison bring my soul, that I

          thy name may glorify:

     The just shall compass me, when thou

          with me deal’st bounteously.

Psalm 143

Second Version (6.6.6.6.D.)

1    Oh, hear my prayer, Lord,
          And unto my desire
     To bow thine ear accord,
          I humbly thee require;

     And, in thy faithfulness,
          Unto me answer make,
     And, in thy righteousness,
          Upon me pity take.

2    In judgment enter not
          With me thy servant poor;
     For why, this well I wot,
          No sinner can endure

     The sight of thee, O God:
          If thou his deeds shalt try,
     He dare make none abode
          Himself to justify.

3    Behold, the cruel foe
          Me persecutes with spite,
     My soul to overthrow:
          Yea, he my life down quite

     Unto the ground hath smote,
          And made me dwell full low
     In darkness, as forgot,
          Or men dead long ago.

4    Therefore my sp’rit much vex’d,
          O’erwhelm’d is me within;
     My heart right sore perplex’d
          And desolate hath been.

5    Yet I do call to mind
          What ancient days record,
     Thy works of ev’ry kind
          I think upon, O Lord.

6    Lo, I do stretch my hands
          To thee, my help alone;
     For thou well understands
          All my complaint and moan:

     My thirsting soul desires,
          And longeth after thee,
     As thirsty ground requires
          With rain refresh’d to be.

7    Lord, let my pray’r prevail,
          To answer it make speed;
     For, lo, my sp’rit doth fail:
          Hide not thy face in need;

     Lest I be like to those
          That do in darkness sit,
     Or him that downward goes
          Into the dreadful pit.

8    Because I trust in thee,
          O Lord, cause me to hear
     Thy loving-kindness free,
          When morning doth appear:

     Cause me to know the way
          Wherein my path should be;
     For why, my soul on high
          I do lift up to thee.

9    From my fierce enemy
          In safety do me guide,
     Because I flee to thee,
          Lord, that thou may’st me hide.

10   My God alone art thou,
          Teach me thy righteousness:
     Thy Sp’rit’s good, lead me to
          The land of uprightness.

11   O Lord, for thy name’s sake,
          Be pleas’d to quicken me;
     And, for thy truth, forth take
          My soul from misery.

12   And of thy grace destroy
          My foes, and put to shame
     All who my soul annoy;
For I thy servant am

Psalm 144

1    O blessed ever be the Lord,

          who is my strength and might,

     Who doth instruct my hands to war,

          my fingers teach to fight.

2    My goodness, fortress, my high tow’r,

          deliverer, and shield,

     In whom I trust: who under me

          my people makes to yield.

3    Lord, what is man, that thou of him

          dost so much knowledge take?

     Or son of man, that thou of him

          so great account dost make?

4    Man is like vanity; his days,

          as shadows, pass away.

5    Lord, bow thy heav’ns, come down,

          touch thou the hills, and smoke shall they.

6    Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;

          thine arrows shoot, them rout.

7    Thine hand send from above, me save;

          from great depths draw me out;

     And from the hand of children strange,

8         Whose mouth speaks vanity;

     And their right hand is a right hand

          that works deceitfully.

9    A new song I to thee will sing,

          Lord, on a psaltery;

     I on a ten-string’d instrument

          will praises sing to thee.

10   Ev’n he it is that unto kings

          salvation doth send;

     Who his own servant David doth

          from hurtful sword defend.

11   O free me from strange children’s hand,

          whose mouth speaks vanity;

     And their right hand a right hand is

          that works deceitfully.

12   That, as the plants, our sons may be

          in youth grown up that are;

     Our daughters like to corner-stones,

          carv’d like a palace fair.

13   That to afford all kind of store

          our garners may be fill’d;

     That our sheep thousands, in our streets

          ten thousands they may yield.

14    That strong our oxen be for work,

          that no in-breaking be,

     Nor going out; and that our streets

          may from complaints be free.

15   Those people blessed are who be

          in such a case as this;

     Yea, blessed all those people are,

          whose God Jehovah is.

Psalm 145

Second Version (L.M.)
TUNE: Before the Throne of God Above

1    O Lord, thou art my God and King;
          Thee will I magnify and praise:
     I will thee bless, and gladly sing
          Unto thy holy name always.

2    Each day I rise I will thee bless,
 And praise thy name time without end.
3    Much to be prais’d, and great God is;
          His greatness none can comprehend.

4    Race shall thy works praise unto race,
          The mighty acts show done by thee.
5    I will speak of the glorious grace,
          And honour of thy majesty;

     Thy wondrous works I will record.
6         By men the might shall be extoll’d
     Of all thy dreadful acts, O Lord:
          And I thy greatness will unfold.

7    They utter shall abundantly
          The mem’ry of thy goodness great;
     And shall sing praises cheerfully,
          Whilst they thy righteousness relate.

8    The Lord our God is gracious,
          Compassionate is he also;
     In mercy he is plenteous,
          But unto wrath and anger slow.

9    Good unto all men is the Lord:
          O’er all his works his mercy is.
10   Thy works all praise to thee afford:
          Thy saints, O Lord, thy name shall bless.

11   The glory of thy kingdom show
          Shall they, and of thy power tell:
12   That so men’s sons his deeds may know,
          His kingdom’s grace that doth excel.

13   Thy kingdom hath none end at all,
          It doth through ages all remain.
14   The Lord upholdeth all that fall,
          The cast-down raiseth up again.

15   The eyes of all things, Lord, attend,
          And on thee wait that here do live,
     And thou, in season due, dost send
          Sufficient food them to relieve.

16   Yea, thou thine hand dost open wide,
          And ev’ry thing dost satisfy
That lives, and doth on earth abide,
          Of thy great liberality.

17   The Lord is just in his ways all,
          And holy in his works each one.
18   He’s near to all that on him call,
          Who call in truth on him alone.

19   God will the just desire fulfil
          Of such as do him fear and dread:
     Their cry regard, and hear he will,
          And save them in the time of need.

20   The Lord preserves all, more and less,
          That bear to him a loving heart:
     But workers all of wickedness
          Destroy will he, and clean subvert.

21   Therefore my mouth and lips I’ll frame
          To speak the praises of the Lord:
     To magnify his holy name
          For ever let all flesh accord.

First Version (C.M.)

1    I’ll thee extol, my God, O King;

          I’ll bless thy name always.

2    Thee will I bless each day, and will

          thy name for ever praise.

3    Great is the Lord, much to be prais’d;

          his greatness search exceeds.

4    Race unto race shall praise thy works,

          and shew thy mighty deeds.

5    I of thy glorious majesty

          the honour will record;

     I’ll speak of all thy mighty works,

          which wondrous are, O Lord.

6    Men of thine acts the might shall show,

          thine acts that dreadful are;

     And I, thy glory to advance,

          thy greatness will declare.

7    The mem’ry of thy goodness great

          they largely shall express;

     With songs of praise they shall extol

          thy perfect righteousness.

8    The Lord is very gracious,

          in him compassions flow;

     In mercy he is very great,

          and is to anger slow.

9    The Lord Jehovah unto all

          his goodness doth declare;

     And over all his other works

          his tender mercies are.

10   Thee all thy works shall praise, O Lord,

          and thee thy saints shall bless;

11   They shall thy kingdom’s glory show,

          thy pow’r by speech express:

12   To make the sons of men to know

          his acts done mightily,

And of his kingdom th’ excellent

          and glorious majesty.

13   Thy kingdom shall for ever stand,

          thy reign through ages all.

14   God raiseth all that are bow’d down,

          upholdeth all that fall.

15   The eyes of all things wait on thee,

          the giver of all good;

     And thou, in time convenient,

          bestow’st on them their food:

16   Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

          and of thy bounty gives

     Enough to satisfy the need

          of ev’ry thing that lives.

17   The Lord is just in all his ways,

          holy in his works all.

18   God’s near to all that call on him,

          in truth that on him call.

19   He will accomplish the desire

          of those that do him fear:

     He also will deliver them,

          and he their cry will hear.

20   The Lord preserves all who him love,

          that nought can them annoy:

     But he all those that wicked are

          will utterly destroy.

21   My mouth the praises of the Lord

          to publish cease shall never:

     Let all flesh bless his holy name

          for ever and for ever.

Psalm 146

1    Praise God. The Lord praise, O my soul.

2         I’ll praise God while I live;

     While I have being to my God

          in songs I’ll praises give.

3    Trust not in princes, nor man’s son,

          in whom there is no stay:

4    His breath departs, to’s earth he turns;

          that day his thoughts decay.

5    O happy is that man and blest,

          whom Jacob’s God doth aid;

     Whose hope upon the Lord doth rest,

          and on his God is stay’d:

6    Who made the earth and heavens high,

          who made the swelling deep,

     And all that is within the same;

          who truth doth ever keep:

7    Who righteous judgment executes

          for those oppress’d that be,

     Who to the hungry giveth food;

          God sets the pris’ners free.

8    The Lord doth give the blind their sight,

          the bowed down doth raise:

     The Lord doth dearly love all those

          that walk in upright ways.

9    The stranger’s shield, the widow’s stay,

          the orphan’s help, is he:

     But yet by him the wicked’s way

          turn’d upside down shall be.

10   The Lord shall reign for evermore:

          thy God, O Sion, he

     Reigns to all generations.

          Praise to the Lord give ye.

Psalm 147

Psalm 147:1-7 1.30.22 LIVE

1    Praise ye the Lord; for it is good
          praise to our God to sing:
     For it is pleasant, and to praise
          it is a comely thing.

2    God doth build up Jerusalem;
          and he it is alone
     That the dispers’d of Israel
          doth gather into one.

3    Those that are broken in their heart,
          and grieved in their minds,
     He healeth, and their painful wounds
          he tenderly up-binds.

4    He counts the number of the stars;
          he names them ev’ry one.
5    Great is our Lord, and of great pow’r;
          his wisdom search can none.

6    The Lord lifts up the meek; and casts
          the wicked to the ground.
7    Sing to the Lord, and give him thanks;
          on harp his praises sound;

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8    Who covereth the heav’n with clouds,

          who for the earth below

     Prepareth rain, who maketh grass

          upon the mountains grow.

9    He gives the beast his food, he feeds

          the ravens young that cry.

10   His pleasure not in horses’ strength,

          nor in man’s legs, doth lie.

11   But in all those that do him fear

          the Lord doth pleasure take;

     In those that to his mercy do

          by hope themselves betake.

12   The Lord praise, O Jerusalem;

          Sion, thy God confess:

13   For thy gates’ bars he maketh strong;

          thy sons in thee doth bless.

14   He in thy borders maketh peace;

          with fine wheat filleth thee.

15   He sends forth his command on earth,

          his word runs speedily.

16   Hoar-frost, like ashes, scatt’reth he;

          like wool he snow doth give:

17   Like morsels casteth forth his ice;

          who in its cold can live?

18   He sendeth forth his mighty word,

          and melteth them again;

     His wind he makes to blow, and then

          the waters flow amain.

19   The doctrine of his holy word

          to Jacob he doth show;

     His statutes and his judgments he

          gives Israel to know.

20   To any nation never he

          such favour did afford;

     For they his judgments have not known.

          O do ye praise the Lord.

Psalm 149

1    Praise ye the Lord: unto him sing
a new song, and his praise
     In the assembly of his saints
          in sweet psalms do ye raise.

2    Let Isr’el in his Maker joy,
          and to him praises sing:
     Let all that Sion’s children are
          be joyful in their King.

3    O let them unto his great name
          give praises in the dance;
     Let them with timbrel and with harp
          in songs his praise advance.

4    For God doth pleasure take in those
          that his own people be;
     And he with his salvation
          the meek will beautify.

5    And in his glory excellent
          let all his saints rejoice:
     Let them to him upon their beds
          aloud lift up their voice.

6    Let in their mouth aloft be rais’d
          the high praise of the Lord,
     And let them have in their right hand
          a sharp two-edged sword;

7    To execute the vengeance due
          upon the heathen all,
     And make deserved punishment
          upon the people fall.

8    And ev’n with chains, as pris’ners, bind
          their kings that them command;
     Yea, and with iron fetters strong,
          the nobles of their land.

9    On them the judgment to perform
          found written in his word:
     This honour is to all his saints.
          O do ye praise the Lord.

Ekklesia Muskogee is a reformed baptist church that gathers for worship in Muskogee, Oklahoma. We confess the 1689 second London baptist confession of faith. We affirm the five solas of the Reformation as well as the doctrines of grace (otherwise known as the five points of Calvinism), and each of our pastors would not be ashamed to be called a Calvinist. We are a church led by elders, of which there is a plurality (also called pastors and overseers in the Scriptures). Our mission is to make disciples, love cities, and plant churches.