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Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
The king of creation!
O my soull, praise Him,
For He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to his temple draw near;
Praise Him in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord,
Who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth;
Shelters thee under His wings,
Yea so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires e're have been
Granted in what he ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord,
Who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee.
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do
If with His love He befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord,
O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath 
Come now with praises before Him
Let the Amen sound from his people again;
Gladly forever adore Him.


Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted

It's about an hour and ten minutes for me get to school, and on those drives through the backroads, I love to listen to music. I recently bought Fernando Ortega's newest recording The Crucifixion of Jesus. It is a really great recording, alternating between songs and Scripture reading. I believe this song is one he has recorded previously.

I love Ortega's music. It is so calming and comforting while being full of truth.

Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See him dying on the tree
Tis' the Christ by man rejected,
yes my soul tis he, tis he
Tis the long Expected Prophet
David's Son yet David's Lord
By His Son, God now has spoken
Tis the True and Faithful Word

Tell me, you who hear him groaning
Was there ever grief like his?
Friends through fear
His cause disowning
Foes insulting his distress
Many hands were raised to wound him
None would interpose to save
But the deepest stroke that pierced him
Was the stroke that justice gave

Ye who think of sin but lightly
Nor suppose the evil great
Here may view its nature rightly
Here its guilt may estimate
Mark the Sacrifice appointed
See who bears the awful load
Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed
Son of Man and Son of God

Here we have a firm Foundation
Here the Refuge of the lost
Christ, the Rock of our salvation
Is the Name on which we boast
Lamb of for God for sinners wounded
Sacrificed to cancel guilt
None shall ever be confounded
Whom, in him their hope is built


Come, Let Us Worship

Another great song from The Shadow of Your Wings. This is based on Psalm 95, one of my favourite Psalms.

Come, let us worship and bow down
And kneel before the Lord, our Maker
Come, let us worship and bow down
And kneel before the Lord, our Maker

He is our God, He is our God
We are the people of His pasture
He is our God, He is our God
We are the sheep of His hand

Come, let us worship and bow down
And kneel before the Lord, our Maker
Come, let us worship and bow down
And kneel before the Lord, our Maker

Worship the Lord in holiness
Let the whole earth stand in awe
He will come to judge the earth
In righteousness and truth


Oh God, You Are My God

I'm continuing to enjoy Fernando Ortega's recording The Shadow of Your Wings. This is a short song, based on Psalm 63. It is a wonderful example of how one can set the Psalms to music.

Oh God, you are my God
Earnestly I seek you
My sould thirsts for you
My flesh yearns for you
In a dry and weary land
Where there is no water

I remember you at night
Through the watches of the night
In the shadow of your wings
I sing because you helped me
My soul clings to you
And your hand upholds me
You alone


That Man is Blessed

Quite a while ago, I purchased the book The Book of Psalms for Worship. I love psalms set to music. Here is a hymn based on Psalm 1, using the tune of "I Sing the Mighty Power of God."

That man is blessed who does not walk
As wicked men advise,
Nor stand where sinners meet nor sit
Where scorners pose as wise.
Instead he is the one who makes
The Lord's law his delight,
And in that law he meditates
By day and in the night.

He's like a deeply planted tree
Beside a water stream,
Which in it season bears its fruit,
Whose leaves stay fresh and green.
In all he does he will succeed,
The wicked are not so,
But they are like the scattered chaff
Swept by the winds that blow.

The wicked therefore will not stand
When time of judgment comes,
Nor will the sinners stand among,
Assembled righteous ones.
Because the Lord the righteous loves;
The path they walk he knows.
The wicked walk a different path,
That to destruction goes