Pentecost

Blessed is the man who does not walk within the wicked way; Nor stand in the path of sinners, Nor sit where the scoffers stay.

The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the skies are declaring the work of His hands. For day after day they speak, pouring forth knowledge, and night after night is displayed their expanse.

The Lord’s my Shepherd; I have all I need; He makes me lie down in the pastures green. Beside still waters, He does gently lead, Restores my soul when I upon Him lean.

May God be gracious to us, and bless us from above, Make His face shine upon us, with all His cov’nant love

He has set His own foundation on the holy mount of God; The Lord loves the gates of Zion more than Jacob's vast abodes

Bless the Lord, my soul, let all that is within me bless His Name. Bless the Lord, my soul, forget not all His mercies to proclaim.

Praise give the Lord, you nations all, All peoples, praise now bring; Extol the Lord, you peoples all, Laud Him, your Lord and King!

Blessed are the pure in heart; Those who never disobey; Never from their Lord depart, never leave His perfect way.

How good it is, and pleasant, too, A witness pure and right; When brothers live in unity, Together in delight.