Psalms147

Call to Praise the Compassionate God

1
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
2
Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
3
Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
4
Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
5
Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
6
He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?

Praise for God's Provision in Nature

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He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
8
Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
9
He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.
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