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I give thanks unto the Lord, With my whole heart and sing His praise; Showing He is loved and adored, In living throughout all these days. For I bow down towards His temple, Giving Him thanks unto His Name; For steadfast love to His people, His faithfulness that I proclaim. He is magnified above all, Through all things of His Name and Word; He renders His aid when I call, My cries for help He always heard. The day I cry, He answers me, My strength of soul He does increase; He comes to satisfy my plea, So that my anxieties cease. All kings of the earth shall give thanks, When they have heard His words spoken; Sending decrees down through their ranks, Of the future as foretoken. They shall sing the ways of the Lord, The glory of the Lord is great; Some gentiles that have ignored, Are about to seal their own fate. Even though the Lord may be high, He has respect for the lowly; The haughty and proud know not why, Being conceived as unholy. Though I walk amid the trouble, The Lord is preserving my life; His hand pulls me from the rubble, Comforts me through toils and strife. His hand stretches to block the wrath, That my enemies have set forth; And through the straight and narrow path, Guiding me on the righteous course. The Lord fulfills His goals for me, Through His mercy and steadfast love; While giving insight to see, Never to forsake the Lord thereof. Copyright © 2024 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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