Eastertide

Why do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain? The kings of earth together with rulers stand arraigned...

Lord, our Lord, majestic is Thy name throughout the whole wide earth; You display and set Your splendor o’er the heav’ns which show Your worth.

In God alone I refuge take; How can you say to me: “Look, how the wicked bend their bow – Now to your mountain flee!

The fool has said within his heart, “I know there is no God.” He is corrupt, his deeds are vile; There’s no one who does good.

Who, Lord, may dwell within Your holy place? And live upon Your holy, righteous hill? The one whose walk is true, without disgrace, And whose right heart with holiness You fill.

Preserve me, O my God – I take refuge in Thee; I said to Yahweh, “You're my Lord; I have no good but Thee.”

I love you, O my Lord, my strength, my Rock and Fortress strong. My trust for my deliverance does to the Lord belong.

O Lord, the king rejoices in your strength in which he lives. How great the joy which he does find in victories you give.

The earth is the Lord’s, and all it contains, The world and all those within its domains. He founded it on the great seas by His hand, Established it firm on the waters to stand.

The Lord’s my light and salvation – of whom, then, shall I be afraid? The Lord’s the stronghold of my life; whom shall I fear when on Him stayed?