O GOD, the King of glory, who hast exalted thine only Son Jesus Christ with great triumph unto thy kingdom in heaven; We beseech thee, leave us not comfortless; but send to us thine Holy Ghost to comfort us, and exalt us unto the same place whither our Saviour Christ is gone before, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the same Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.
It's good to thank the Lord, to praise Your name, Most High!
To show Your love at dawn, Your faithfulness all night!
The ten-stringed lyre with sweet-voiced lute and rippling harp Your praise inspire!
Your deeds, Lord, make me glad. I'll joy in what You've done.
How great Your doings, Lord! How deep Your thought each one!
Fools won't be shown; The stupid can't accept this truth, to him unknown!
Though sinners grow like weeds, illdoers blossom may,
They're doomed to be destroyed, You Lord exalted stay.
Lord, Your foes fall. See! How Your foes, vain evil men, are scattered all!
You've raised, like ox, my horn, poured fresh oil on my head.
You made me see the spies and hear what plotters said.
Like thriving palm the righteous grows, like cedars tall on Lebanon.
Those planted by the Lord shall in God's courts be seen;
When old they'll still bear fruit and flourish fresh and green,
And loud proclaim how upright is the Lord, my Rock; no wrong in Him!
Psalm 92
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