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Psalm 144 (I’ll praise the Lord)

Words: Peter Ninnis
Tune: This is My Father’s World
“Terra Beata” by Franklin L. Sheppard, 1915
[Key: Bb]

Verse 1
I’ll praise the Lord, my rock
Who trains my hands for war;
Who is my loving God and shield,
And my deliverer.
Yet we are weak, and fail,
No stronger than a breath;
Lord, what is man, so small, so frail,
And shadowed deep by death?

Verse 2
Now part Your heav’ns, Lord,
Come down and show Your might;
Unveil the latent pow’r of God
In nature’s storm and light.
Descend in this dark hour
To scatter all deceit.
Revive Your work! Reveal Your pow’r,
And lying schemes defeat.

Verse 3
And, while we wait on God
For His restoring grace,
The new song planted in our soul
Awakes to His glad praise.
You are the King of Kings,
Our strong security;
Deliver us from those who lie,
And set Your servant free!

Verse 4
Then mercy great shall flow,
Our children’s faith increase;
Our sheep and cattle multiply,
Our harvests grow in peace.
No cries shall haunt our streets,
No threats of fire or sword—
How bless’d the land that knows such rest,
Whose people know the Lord!

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This is My Father’s World

Words: Maltbie D. Babcock, 1858-1901
Music: “Terra Beata” by Franklin L. Sheppard, 1915
[Key: Bb]

Verse 1
This is my Father’s world, and to my list’ning ears,
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

Verse 2
This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

Verse 3
This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Was giv’n to show God’s love.
This is my Father’s world: why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad!

Verse 4
This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: The battle is not done;
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and heav’n be one.