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Give thanks unto the Lord,
Sing praises to His name;
The Most High as adored,
Praises as to proclaim.
Declare your steadfast love,
In the morning and night;
Faithful to the above,
Remaining in His light.
The music of the lute,
A tune of a lyre;
Play along with a flute,
A tune to inspire.
The Lord has made me glad,
At the works of His hands;
With joy instead of sad,
Honoring His commands.
Outstanding are His deeds,
His thoughts are very deep;
Catering to my needs,
Comfort while I sleep.
Stupid men do not know,
Fools do not understand;
What His glory does show,
Followers feeling grand.
Although the wicked sprout,
Like the grass and flourish;
They are doomed for their doubt,
Ultimately perish.
God is high forever,
As evil will dispel;
His bond will not sever,
Wickedness will repel.
The Lord exalts my horn,
Anoints me with oil;
Comforts where I sojourn,
Calms my pain and toil.
My eyes see the downfall,
My ears have heard the doom;
I rise up for the call,
God has prepared a room.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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