Praise the Lord

   Praise the Lord

 

Praise ye the Lord,

 Sing praises to His Name;

He is wondrous and mighty,

 And forevermore the same.

 

Though the Lord be ever high,

 He yet respects the lowly;

All the proud He casts away,

 For He is pure and holy.

 

When my way is through trouble,

 The Lord will restore me;

His hand of salvation

 Is ever before me.

 

He searcheth my heart;

 He knows every thought;

Into darkness of night

 He daytime has brought.

 

Wherever I go,

 The Lord will be near;

Oh, there’s no one so precious

 As my Jesus so dear!

 

  

To Jolene Kay, October 7, 1996

Psalms 138 & 139