Psalm 147A: Psalm 147:1-11
Onward, C.M. [B]
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1 Praise ye the LORD, for it is good
Praise to our God to sing;
For it is pleasant, and to praise
It is a comely thing.
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2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem,
Brings back her captive sons.
3 He binds up all their wounds and heals
The broken-hearted ones.
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4 He counts the number of the stars;
He names them every one.
5 Our Lord is great and great in power;
His wisdom search can none.
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6 The LORD upholds the meek and brings
The wicked to the ground.
7 With thanks, O praise the LORD our God;
With harps His praises sound;
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8 Who covereth the heav'ns with coluds,
Who for the earth below
Prepareth rain, Who maketh grass
Upon the mountains grow.
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9 He cares for beasts that roam the field
And doth their food supply;
He watches o'er the ravens young
And feeds them when they cry.
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10 In strength of horse or speed of man
The LORD takes no delight;
11 But those that fear and trust His love
Are pleasing in His sight.
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