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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 115

1    Not unto us, Lord, not to us,

          but do thou glory take

     Unto thy name, ev’n for thy truth,

          and for thy mercy’s sake.

2    O wherefore should the heathen say,

          Where is their God now gone?

3    But our God in the heavens is,

          what pleas’d him he hath done.


4    Their idols silver are and gold,

          work of men’s hands they be.

5    Mouths have they, but they do not speak;

          and eyes, but do not see;

6    Ears have they, but they do not hear;

          noses, but savour not;

7    Hands, feet, but handle not, nor walk;

          nor speak they through their throat.

8    Like them their makers are, and all

          on them their trust that build.

9    O Isr’el, trust thou in the Lord,

          he is their help and shield.

10   O Aaron’s house, trust in the Lord,

          their help and shield is he.

11    Ye that fear God, trust in the Lord,

          their help and shield he’ll be.

12   The Lord of us hath mindful been,

          and he will bless us still:

     He will the house of Isr’el bless,

          bless Aaron’s house he will.

13   Both small and great, that fear the Lord,

          he will them surely bless.

14   The Lord will you, you and your seed,

          aye more and more increase.

15   O blessed are ye of the Lord,

          who made the earth and heav’n.

16   The heav’n, ev’n heav’ns, are God’s, but he

          earth to men’s sons hath giv’n.

17   The dead, nor who to silence go,

          God’s praise do not record.

18   But henceforth we for ever will

          bless God. Praise ye the Lord.

Psalm 150

1    Praise ye the Lord. God’s praise within

          his sanctuary raise;

     And to him in the firmament

          of his pow’r give ye praise.

2    Because of all his mighty acts,

          with praise him magnify:

     O praise him, as he doth excel

          in glorious majesty.

3    Praise him with trumpet’s sound; his praise

          with psaltery advance:

4    With timbrel, harp, string’d instruments,

          and organs, in the dance.

5    Praise him on cymbals loud; him praise

          on cymbals sounding high.

6    Let each thing breathing praise the Lord.

          Praise to the Lord give ye.

Psalm 102

Second Version (L.M.)

1    Lord, hear my pray’r, and let my cry

          Have speedy access unto thee;

2    In day of my calamity

          O hide not thou thy face from me.

     Hear when I call to thee; that day

          An answer speedily return:

3    My days, like smoke, consume away,

          And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.

4    My heart is wounded very sore,

          And withered, like grass doth fade:

     I am forgetful grown therefore

          To take and eat my daily bread.

5    By reason of my smart within,

          And voice of my most grievous groans,

     My flesh consumed is, my skin,

          All parch’d, doth cleave unto my bones.

6    The pelican of wilderness,

          The owl in desert, I do match;

7    And, sparrow-like, companionless,

          Upon the house’s top, I watch.

8    I all day long am made a scorn,

          Reproach’d by my malicious foes:

     The madmen are against me sworn,

          The men against me that arose.

9    For I have ashes eaten up,

          To me as if they had been bread;

     And with my drink I in my cup

          Of bitter tears a mixture made.

10    Because thy wrath was not appeas’d,

          And dreadful indignation:

     Therefore it was that thou me rais’d,

          And thou again didst cast me down.



11   My days are like a shade alway,
          Which doth declining swiftly pass;
     And I am withered away,
          Much like unto the fading grass.

12   But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,
          From change and all mutation free,
     And to all generations sure
          Shall thy remembrance ever be.

13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet
          Thou to mount Sion shalt extend:
     Her time for favour which was set,
          Behold, is now come to an end.

14   Thy saints take pleasure in her stones,
          Her very dust to them is dear.
15   All heathen lands and kingly thrones
          On earth thy glorious name shall fear.

16   God in his glory shall appear,
          When Sion he builds and repairs.
17   He shall regard and lend his ear
          Unto the needy’s humble pray’rs:

     Th’ afflicted’s pray’r he will not scorn.
18        All times this shall be on record:
     And generations yet unborn
          Shall praise and magnify the Lord.

19   He from his holy place look’d down,
          The earth he view’d from heav’n on high;
20   To hear the pris’ner’s mourning groan,
          And free them that are doom’d to die;

21   That Sion, and Jerus’lem too,
          His name and praise may well record,
22   When people and the kingdoms do         
Assemble all to praise the Lord.

23   My strength he weaken’d in the way,

          My days of life he shortened.

24   My God, O take me not away

          In mid-time of my days, I said:

     Thy years throughout all ages last.

25        Of old thou hast established

     The earth’s foundation firm and fast:

          Thy mighty hands the heav’ns have made.

26   They perish shall, as garments do,

          But thou shalt evermore endure;

     As vestures, thou shalt change them so;

          And they shall all be changed sure:

27   But from all changes thou art free;

          Thy endless years do last for aye.

28   Thy servants, and their seed who be,

          Establish’d shall before thee stay.

First Version (C.M.)

1    O Lord, unto my pray’r give ear,

          my cry let come to thee;

2    And in the day of my distress

          hide not thy face from me.

     Give ear to me; what time I call,

          to answer me make haste:

3    For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt,

          my days, like smoke, do waste.

4    My heart within me smitten is,

          and it is withered

     Like very grass; so that I do

          forget to eat my bread.

5    By reason of my groaning voice

          my bones cleave to my skin.

6    Like pelican in wilderness

          forsaken I have been:

     I like an owl in desert am,

          that nightly there doth moan;

7    I watch, and like a sparrow am

          on the house-top alone.

8    My bitter en’mies all the day

          reproaches cast on me;

     And, being mad at me, with rage

          against me sworn they be.

9    For why? I ashes eaten have

          like bread, in sorrows deep;

     My drink I also mingled have

          with tears that I did weep.

10   Thy wrath and indignation

          did cause this grief and pain;

     For thou hast lift me up on high,

          and cast me down again.

11   My days are like unto a shade,
          which doth declining pass;
     And I am dry’d and withered,
          ev’n like unto the grass.

12   But thou, Lord, everlasting art,
          and thy remembrance shall
     Continually endure, and be
          to generations all.

13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy have
          upon thy Sion yet;
     The time to favour her is come,
          the time that thou hast set.

14   For in her rubbish and her stones
          thy servants pleasure take;
     Yea, they the very dust thereof
          do favour for her sake.

15   So shall the heathen people fear
          the Lord’s most holy name;
     And all the kings on earth shall dread
          thy glory and thy fame.

16   When Sion by the mighty Lord
          built up again shall be,
     In glory then and majesty
          to men appear shall he.

17   The prayer of the destitute
          he surely will regard;
     Their prayer will he not despise,
          by him it shall be heard.

18   For generations yet to come
          this shall be on record:
     So shall the people that shall be
          created praise the Lord.

19   He from his sanctuary’s height
          hath downward cast his eye;
     And from his glorious throne in heav’n
          the Lord the earth did spy;

20   That of the mournful prisoner
          the groanings he might hear,
     To set them free that unto death
          by men appointed are:

21   That they in Sion may declare
          the Lord’s most holy name,
     And publish in Jerusalem
          the praises of the same;

22   When as the people gather shall
          in troops with one accord,
     When kingdoms shall assembled be
          to serve the highest Lord.

23   My wonted strength and force he hath

          abated in the way,

     And he my days hath shortened:

24         Thus therefore did I say,

     My God, in mid-time of my days

          take thou me not away:

     From age to age eternally

          thy years endure and stay.

25   The firm foundation of the earth

          of old time thou hast laid;

     The heavens also are the work

          which thine own hands have made.

26   Thou shalt for evermore endure,

          but they shall perish all;

     Yea, ev’ry one of them wax old,

          like to a garment, shall:

     Thou, as a vesture, shalt them change,

          and they shall changed be:

27   But thou the same art, and thy years

          are to eternity.

28   The children of thy servants shall

          continually endure;

     And in thy sight, O Lord, their seed

          shall be establish’d sure.

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 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 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.

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 124

Psalm 124 – 1/16/22 – LIVE

First Version (C.M.)

1    Had not the Lord been on our side,
          may Israel now say;
2    Had not the Lord been on our side,
          when men rose us to slay;

3    They had us swallow’d quick, when as
          their wrath ‘gainst us did flame:
4    Waters had cover’d us, our soul
          had sunk beneath the stream.

5    Then had the waters, swelling high,
          over our soul made way.
6    Bless’d be the Lord, who to their teeth
          us gave not for a prey.

7    Our soul’s escaped, as a bird
          out of the fowler’s snare;
     The snare asunder broken is,
          and we escaped are.

8    Our sure and all-sufficient help
          is in Jehovah’s name;
     His name who did the heav’n create,
          and who the earth did frame.

Second Version (10.10.10.10.10.)

1    Now Israel

          may say, and that truly,

     If that the Lord

          had not our cause maintain’d;

2    If that the Lord

          had not our right sustain’d,

     When cruel men

          against us furiously

     Rose up in wrath,

          to make of us their prey;

3    Then certainly

          they had devour’d us all,

     And swallow’d quick,

          for ought that we could deem;

     Such was their rage,

          as we might well esteem.

4    And as fierce floods

          before them all things drown,

     So had they brought

          our soul to death quite down.

5    The raging streams,

          with their proud swelling waves,

     Had then our soul

          o’erwhelmed in the deep.

6    But bless’d be God,

          who doth us safely keep,

     And hath not giv’n

          us for a living prey

     Unto their teeth,

          and bloody cruelty.

7    Ev’n as a bird

          out of the fowler’s snare

     Escapes away,

          so is our soul set free:

     Broke are their nets,

          and thus escaped we.

8    Therefore our help

          is in the Lord’s great name,

     Who heav’n and earth

          by his great pow’r did frame.

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.

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.