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I thank the Lord all the time,
My mouth will always praise Him;
Through Him I feel in my prime,
Giving me vigor and vim.
My soul will boast of the Lord,
The oppressed will hear my voice;
The words are in one accord,
When they hear as I rejoice.
Praise on His greatness with me,
Let us honor Him together;
Joining in song shouting glee,
To His name as we gather.
I went to the Lord for aid,
He answered and rescued me;
No longer was I afraid,
Opening my eyes to see.
His glory is radiant,
To the ones who will proclaim;
If they are obedient,
They will not have any shame.
A poor man who has called out,
The Lord will save when He hears;
If the man does not shed doubt,
The Lord shall calm all his fears.
The messenger of the Lord,
Camps around those who fear Him;
Their rescue is not ignored,
Bringing joy that once looked grim.
Come see that the Lord is good,
Blessings by taking refuge;
Abiding in Him as you should,
Sheltering from the deluge.
Fear the Lord, all holy saints,
If you fear you never need;
Never with any complaints,
No longer of having greed.
Lions hunger and may lust,
But those who would seek the Lord;
With their plea they put their trust,
Their requests are not ignored.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
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