To the Chief Musician of Songs. A Contemplation of the Righteous
in a Tribute to Christ the King. A Hosanna of Gary.
Lift a voice unto the hills,
from whence comes my help?
From a place within, not without,
hath declared the King of Kings.
The Spirit within me yearns jealously for my years,
When shall I go and appear before my God?
Distance is devoured by the LORD of glory,
Thunder delivers His song through the night.
In fiery judgment, the ungodly shall fall,
But thy tender mercies are unfailing,
They are as steadfast as thy Word.
Hope against the endless night,
For His mercies are new every morning.
When dew breaks the ground,
The way will be made clear.
A prayer to the God of my life.
Deliver thy people
who find joy in innocence,
Preserve thy loving kindness.
For the LORD is good to all of those
who call upon Him.
And His heritage is secure.
