Sing to the LORD a new song, his praise in the assembly of the faithful.
Let Israel be glad in its maker, the people of Zion rejoice in their king.
Let them praise his name in dance, make music with tambourine and lyre.
For the LORD takes delight in his people, honors the poor with victory.
Let the faithful rejoice in their glory, cry out for joy on their couches,
With the praise of God in their mouths, and a two-edged sword in their hands,
To bring retribution on the nations, punishment on the peoples,
To bind their kings in shackles, their nobles in chains of iron,
To execute the judgments decreed for them—such is the glory of all God’s faithful.
Hallelujah!
psalm 145
My life flows on in endless song; Above earth's lamentation,
I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn, That hails a new creation;
Thro' all the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul—How can I keep from singing?
What tho' my joys and comforts die? The Lord my Saviour liveth;
What tho' the darkness gather round? Songs in the night he giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm, While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, How can I keep from singing?
I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin; I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smooths, Since first I learned to love it,
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, A fountain ever springing;
All things are mine since I am his—How can I keep from singing?
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