1
O sing my soul, your
Maker's praise
In grateful hymns
ascending;
Whose steadfast love has
crowned your days
With heav'nly gifts un
ending.
I sought the Lord, He heard
my cry;
His holy angels hover nigh
The tents of those who love
Him.
2
The Lord is good to those
who seek
His face in time of sorrow,
Providing comfort to the
weak
And grace for each
tomorrow.
Though grief may tarry for
a night,
The morn shall break in joy
and light
With blessings from His
presence.
3
The Lord will turn His face
in peace
When troubled souls draw
near Him;
His loving kindness shall
not cease
To those who trust and fear
Him.
Our God will not forsake
His own;
Eternal is His heav'nly
throne;
His kingdom stands forever.
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