Psalm 1 47.
Praise the Lord.
Ford is good to sing praises unto our God.
For displeasant and praise is comely.
The Laura death buildup Jerusalem.
He gathers together the outcast of Israel.
He heal it, the broken heart and bind up their wounds.
He tells us the number of the stars.
He called them by their names.
Great is our Lord and of great power.
His understanding is infinite.
The Lord lifted up the meek and he cast it the wicked down to the ground.
Seeing unto the Lord with Thanksgiving, sing praise upon the harp unto our God
who covered the heavens with clouds.
Who prepare rain for the earth?
We'll make it the grass to grow upon the mountains.
He give it to the beast has food and to the young Ravens was cry.
He delighted, not in the strength of the horse.
He'd take that pleasure in the legs of a man.
The Lord take it.
The pleasure in them that fear him.
And those that hope in his mercy.
Praise the Lord.
Oh, Jerusalem.
Praise.
I gotta Asya.
For, he has strengthened the bars of the gates.
He has blessed I children within the.
He make peace in the borders and fill up the, with the finest of the wheat.
He sent forth his commandment upon earth.
His word run with very swiftly.
You give a snow like wool.
He scattered the hoarfrost, like ashes, he cast it.
The fourth has ice, like morsels.
Who can stand before his cold.
He'd sent out his word and melted them.
He caused.
His wind to blow.
And the waters flow.
He's shown with his word into Jacob.
His statutes and this judgments and to Israel.
He has not dealt.
So with any nation.
And ask for his judgements.
They have not known them.
Praise the Lord.