Psalm 147

C.M. D


1O praise the Lord—how good it is to sing praise to our God;
How pleasant and how fitting when we sing His praise abroad!
2The Lord builds up Jerusalem, and gathers those outcast;
3He heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds at last.

4He counts the number of the stars, and calls them each by name.
5Great is the Lord in pow’r and might—our minds can’t grasp His fame.
6The Lord sustains the humble, and supports the ones bowed down,
But stands against the wicked ones, and casts them to the ground.

7Sing to the Lord with thanks and praise; with harp, make music – sing!
8He covers heaven with His clouds; to earth His rain does bring.
He makes the grass grow on the hills, provides the beasts with food;
9Young ravens, too, which cry to Him—supplies them all with food.

10His pleasure’s not in horse’s strength, nor in the legs of man;
11The Lord delights in those who fear, who trust His loving plan.
12Extol the Lord, Jerusalem, and praise your God, Zi-on!
13He strengthened all your bars and gates—within you bless’d your sons.

14The Lord grants peace within your walls; with wheat He satisfies.
15He sends forth His command on earth; His word runs swift and flies.
16He spreads the snow like wool around, and scatters frost like ash.
17He hurls His hail like pebbles—who can stand His icy blast?

18He sends His word and so melts them; stirs wind so waters flow;
19Declares His words to Jacob and His laws for them to know.
20No other nation has received His laws or known His ways;
He’s done this all for Is-ra-el; O to the Lord be praise!