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The LORD uplifts those who are crushed and afflicted. No one is condemned who takes refuge in Him.

BibleGateway: Psalm 34

ESV Text: Psalm 34


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KJV Text (alt. audio): Chapter 34:

     1 A Psalm of David, when he changed his behaviour before Abimelech; who drove him away, and he departed. I will bless the LORD at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth. 2 My soul shall make her boast in the LORD: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad. 3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together. 4 I sought the LORD, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. 5 They looked unto him, and were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed. 6 This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles. 7 The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them. 8 O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. 9 O fear the LORD, ye his saints: for there is no want to them that fear him. 10 The young lions do lack, and suffer hunger: but they that seek the LORD shall not want any good thing.

     11 Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the LORD. 12 What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good? 13 Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile. 14 Depart from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it. 15 The eyes of the LORD are upon the righteous, and his ears are open unto their cry. 16 The face of the LORD is against them that do evil, to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth. 17 The righteous cry, and the LORD heareth, and delivereth them out of all their troubles. 18 The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. 19 Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all. 20 He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken. 21 Evil shall slay the wicked: and they that hate the righteous shall be desolate. 22 The LORD redeemeth the soul of his servants: and none of them that trust in him shall be desolate.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 151:
Christ, the Life of All the Living

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1. Christ, the Life of all the living, 
Christ, the Death of death, our foe, 
Who, Thyself for me once giving 
To the darkest depths of woe,– 
Through thy sufferings, death, and merit 
I eternal life inherit: 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

2. Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee 
Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod; 
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 
O Thou sinless Son of God! 
Thus didst Thou my soul deliver 
From the bonds of sin forever. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

3. Thou hast borne the smiting only 
That my wounds might all be whole; 
Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely, 
Rest to give my weary soul; 
Yea, the curse of God enduring, 
Blessing unto me securing. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

4. Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, 
Treating Thee with shameful scorn, 
And with piercing thorns they crowned Thee. 
All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne 
That as Thine Thou mightest own me 
And with heavenly glory crown me. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

5. Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee 
That from pain I might be free; 
Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee,– 
Thence I gain security; 
Comfortless Thy soul did languish 
Me to comfort in my anguish. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

6. Thou hast suffered great affliction 
And hast borne it patiently, 
Even death by crucifixion, 
Fully to atone for me; 
Thou didst choose to be tormented 
That my doom should be prevented. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

7. Then, for all that wrought my pardon, 
For Thy sorrows deep and sore, 
For Thine anguish in the Garden, 
I will thank Thee evermore, 
Thank Thee for Thy groaning, sighing, 
For Thy bleeding and Thy dying, 
For that last triumphant cry, 
And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high. 


Hymn: LSB 542 When I Behold Jesus Christ
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