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Praise the Lord, O my Soul,
Praise as long as I live;
Letting him in control,
Through comfort He does give.
I sing praises to God,
For there is salvation;
I shall honor and laud,
Building my foundation.
Put no trust in princes,
Nor in the son of man;
They rule in provinces,
But having not a plan.
And when His breaths depart,
He returns back to earth;
That perishes the heart,
Not showing its true worth.
Blessings is he whose aid,
And hope is in the Lord;
Positive and not afraid,
While in one accord.
Who made Heaven and earth,
All the fish in the sea;
Of faith knowing its worth,
And what God does decree.
Who executes justice,
Gives food to the hungry;
Grace to those who confess,
And honors His decree.
The Lord opens the eyes,
Making the deaf to hear;
Wisdom to make them wise,
To those who will revere.
The Lord loves the righteous,
Watches over strangers;
Chastise the licentious,
Wicked of sin wagers.
The Lord reigns forever,
To all generations;
His love will not sever,
That gives aspirations.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Compassionate God
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