The righteous can exult and be glad in the Lord
Yes, sing to God, sing praises to His name
Make up loud songs to Him who rides the clouds
Rejoice in His presence, spread abroad His fame.
Father to the fatherless, protector of the widow
Such is our God in His holy dwelling place
Sets pris’ners free, puts lonely ones in families
Lets rebels suffer drought in their disgrace.
Our God went out and led us through the wilderness
The mountains quaked and the heavens poured forth rain
Abundant rain caused the weary land to flourish
Your people prospered and enjoyed great gain.
The Lord declared His Word and a great host proclaimed,
“Kings of the earth and their armies must flee
While you were sleeping my people took the spoil
My dove now gleams with silver filigree.”
The mountains of Bashan with its many peaks
Look on Mt. Zion with envy and hate
Jealous that God would chose it as His own
And on the mount of God establish His estate.
Thousands upon thousands, the chariots of God
The Lord among His people as at Sinai
A victory parade with captives in His train
Receiving gifts and tributes, He ascends on high.
Blessed be the Lord who daily bears us up
The God of our salvation, deliv’ring us from death
But woe to His enemies who walk in their sins
Your dogs will lick their blood as they take their final breath.
Behold the procession, our God and King goes forth
Into His sanctuary with joyful songs and dance
Singers and musicians, girls with tambourines
Benjamin and Judah, the princes all advance.
Summon Your great pow’r, God, and show Yourself strong
Into Your temple they will bring the gifts of foreign kings
You’ll scatter all who love to war from Egypt unto Cush
While all the kingdoms of the earth lift up their voice and sing.
Sing praises to the Lord, O earth, to Him who rides the clouds
His thund’ring voice, His mighty pow’r, awesome in majesty
He gives unto His chosen ones the strength and pow’r they need
We’ll tell the world of all Your deeds and lift our praise to Thee.
© 2014 J Dan Small