How I love to sing praises to you, my God,
how pleasant and fitting it is to praise you!
Build up Jerusalem, Lord;
gather the exiles of Israel.
Heal the brokenhearted
and bind up their wounds.
You know the number of the stars,
you call each one by name.
You are so great, Lord, and mighty in power;
your understanding is infinite.
You sustain the humble,
but cast the wicked to the ground.
I sing to you, LORD, with thanksgiving;
I love to worship you in song,
especially among your gathered saints!
You cover the sky with clouds;
supply the earth with rain
and make grass grow on the hills.
You provide food for cattle
and for the young ravens when they call.
Your greatest pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor in any man's ingenuity...
you delight in those who fear you,
who put their hope in your unfailing love.
Extol the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion,
lift him up, Oxford,
make his name glorious, Cobblestone,
for he strengthens the bars of your gates
and blesses your heart.
He gives peace
and nourishment.
He sends his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
He spreads the snow like cake icing
and scatters the frost like glitter.
He hurls down his hail like pebbles.
Who can withstand his icy blast?
But then He sends his word and melts them all;
he stirs up his breezes, and the spring waters flow.
When he can do all that,
do you doubt that he can speak his word to your heart?
Can you seriously worry
that he will not be faithful to you--
you whom he has chosen,
you whom he has favored?
Praise the LORD.
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