[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord!

He must increase, but I must decrease.
John 3:30

Less of Self and More of Jesus

Less of self and more of Jesus, less of man and more of God;
Earnest prayer of many workers in the vineyard of the Lord.
Less of self and more of Jesus girds the soul with holy pow’r,
Brightens life, and sweetens labor, in the use of every hour.

Less of self and more of Jesus, pleads the saint in earnest prayer,
For he labors souls to rescue from the tempter’s cruel snare.
Self concealed, faith works its wonders, trusts the merit of the blood;
Claims for Christ the sinner’s ransom, leads the penitent to God.

Less of self and more of Jesus, as in social life we meet;
May the beauties of salvation others lead to Jesus’ feet.
Not in vain exalt we Jesus, not in vain hide self away;
Great the joy and sweet the pleasure heaven grants us on our way.

Less of self and more of Jesus — Yes, more of Jesus!
Less of man and more of God — Yes, More of God!
Earnest prayer of many workers — Earnest prayer!
In the vineyard of the Lord — In Your vineyard Lord!



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!

[Psalmist]

Praise the Lord!

I will sing of mercy and justice; to You, O LORD, I will sing praises.
Psalm 101:1

Mercy and judgment are my song

Mercy and judgment are my song;
And since they both to Thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous king,
To Thee my songs and vows I bring.

If I am raised to bear the sword,
I’ll take my counsels from Thy Word;
Thy justice and Thy heavenly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.

Let wisdom all my actions guide
And let my God with me reside;
No wicked thing shall dwell with me
Which may provoke Thy jealousy.

No sons of slander, rage, and strife
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors shall ne’er abide.

I’ll search the land, and raise the just
To posts of honor, wealth, and trust;
The men that work Thy holy will
Shall be my friends and favorites still.

In vain shall sinners hope to rise
By flattering or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan’t be spared.

The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads or quit the land;
And all that break the public rest,
Where I have power, shall be suppressed.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!

[Psalmist]

Evening Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord!

I will sing of the mercies of the LORD forever;
With my mouth will I make known Your faithfulness to all generations.
Psalm 89:1

When all Thy mercies, O my God

When all Thy mercies, O my God, my rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost in wonder, love and praise.
Thy providence my life sustained, and all my wants redressed,
While in the silent womb I lay, and fed upon the breast.

To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned to form themselves in prayer.
Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived from whom those comforts flowed.

When in the slippery paths of youth with heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, and led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, it gently cleared my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice, more to be feared than they.

O how shall words with equal warmth the gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravished heart? But thou canst read it there.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss hath made my cup run o’er;
And, in a kind and faithful Friend, hath doubled all my store.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts my daily thanks employ;
Nor is the last a cheerful heart that tastes those gifts with joy.
When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou with health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, revived my soul with grace.

Through every period of my life Thy goodness I’ll pursue
And after death, in distant worlds, the glorious theme renew.
Through all eternity to Thee a joyful song I’ll raise;
For, oh, eternity’s too short to utter all Thy praise!



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!

[Psalmist]

Praise the Lord!

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come to You.
Psalm 102:1

Lord, Hear My Prayer

Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry have ready access unto Thee;
When in distress to Thee I fly, O hide not Thou Thy face from me.
Attend, O Lord, to my desire, O haste to answer when I pray;
For grief consumes my strength like fire, my days as smoke pass swift away.

My heart is withered like the grass, and I forget my daily bread;
In lonely grief my days I pass and sad my thoughts upon my bed.
My foes reproach me all the day, my drink is tears, my bread is grief,
For in Thy wrath I pine away, my days are like a fading leaf.

But Thou, Jehovah, shalt endure, Thy throne forever is the same;
And to all generations sure shall be Thy great memorial name.
The time for Zion’s help is near, the time appointed in Thy love;
O let Thy gracious aid appear, look Thou in mercy from above.

O Lord, regard the prayer of those who love the walls of Zion well,
Whose hearts are heavy for her woes, who sad amid her ruins dwell.
Thy power and glory shall appear, and Zion’s walls shall be restored;
Then all the kings of earth shall fear and heathen nations serve the Lord.

The Lord, exalted on His throne, looked down from Heav’n with pitying eye
To still the lowly captive’s moan and save His people doomed to die.
All men in Zion shall declare His gracious name with one accord,
When kings and nations gather there to serve and worship God the Lord.



Praise the Lord! Amen! and Amen!

Blessings, peace, grace and to all here at TOL!