Make music to the Lord most high
Make music to the Lord most high
whose praise is our delight:
we sing your love as day begins,
your faithfulness by night.
Lord, when we see all you have done
our songs of joy resound:
your handiwork, how vast it is,
your counsels, how profound!
The godless mind will never know
because its sense is void
that though the wicked spread like grass,
they all shall be destroyed.
For ever, Lord, you are supreme;
your throne remains on high
while rebels meet eternal doom
and evildoers die.
But like the cedar and the palm
the righteous stand serene;
they flourish in the house of God,
their leaves are fresh and green.
To fruitful age they still proclaim
the Lord who makes them new
our God, in whom no wrong is found,
my Rock, for ever true.
Christopher Idle after Psalm 92
© Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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