Ps.147
Tune: Downs CM
for it is pleasant, and to praise it is a comely thing.
2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem, brings back her captive sons.
3 He binds up all their wounds and heals the brokenhearted ones.
4 He counts the number of the stars; he names them every one.
5 Our Lord is great and great in power; his wisdom search can none.
6 The LORD upholds the meek and brings the wicked to the ground.
7 With thanks, Oh praise the LORD our God; with harps his praises sound;
8 who covers o'er the heav'ns with clouds, who for the earth below
prepares the rain, who makes the grass upon the mountains grow.
9 He cares for beasts that roam the field their food he does supply;
he watches o'er the ravens young and feeds them when they cry.
10 In strength of horse or speed of man, the LORD takes no delight;
11 but those that fear and trust his love are pleasing in his sight.
12 Oh Salem praise the LORD! to God, oh Zion, praise express!
13 For your gates' bars he has made strong, your sons in you has blessed.
14 He made your border peace, on you the finest wheat conferred.
15 He sends forth his command to earth and swiftly speeds his word.
16 Like ashes scatters he the frost, like wool spreads snow on land.
17 Like morsels casts he forth his ice. Who in his cold can stand?
18 Then he sends forth his mighty word; he makes his wind to blow; the snow and ice are melted then; again, the waters flow.
19 And yet this very word of his to Jacob he makes known, his judgments and his code of laws to Israel has shown.
20 Not so to any nation round did he, his grace accord, in that his judgments they've not known. Oh Israel. Praise the LORD!
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