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It is good to sing praise to God, Songs of praise fitting and pleasant; Praises Him to honor and laud, As He remains omnipresent. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, Gathers outcasts of Israel; The heathen He will condemn, Because of their acts are evil. He will mend the brokenhearted, While healing up any wound; The souls of those who departed, Comforting as He has communed. He defines the number of stars. And giving all of them their names; Leaving no unattended scars, That may be the devil inflames. Great is the Lord with great power, He understands beyond measure; Although we know not the hour, On His return, we will treasure. The Lord lifts up the humbled meek, He casts the wicked to the ground; Comforting all of those who seek, Desires to be heaven-bound. Copyright © 2024 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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