Psalm
147 Prayed
Praising God, praying for revival
O how we praise you Lord.
How good it is to sing your
praises, O God,
how
pleasant and fitting to praise you!
You build up your Church;
you
gather the exiles of Israel.
Although Israel has experienced
a hardening in part,
until
the full number of the Gentiles
has come in,
Yet
all Israel will be saved.
So you draw those separate from
Christ,
excluded
from citizenship in Israel
and foreigners to the covenants
of the promise,
without
hope and without God in the world.
In
Christ Jesus you bring us all near,
who
once were far away,
through
the blood of Christ.
And so you heal the
brokenhearted
and
bind up our wounds.
You determine the number of the
stars
and
call them each by name.
You are great, O Lord, and
mighty in power;
your
understanding has no limit.
You sustain the humble
but
cast the Wicked One to the ground.
We sing to you, Lord, with
thanksgiving;
we
make music to our God, on the harp.
You cover the sky with clouds;
you
supply the earth with rain
and
make grass grow on the hills.
You provide food for the cattle
and
for the young ravens when they call.
Your pleasure is not in the
strength of the horse,
nor
is your delight in human ability;
you delight in those who fear
you,
who
put their hope in your unfailing love.
Extol the Lord with me, O
people of God;
praise
your God, O Church,
for he strengthens the bars of our
gates
and
blesses our people within us.
For Jesus has built his church
upon the rock,
and
the gates of Hades will not overcome it.
He grants peace to our borders
and
satisfies us with the finest of wheat.
For there is no difference
between Jew and Gentile,
you
are the same Lord is Lord of all
and you richly bless all who call on you.
How, then, can they call on the
one they have not
believed
in?
And how can they believe in the
one
of
whom they have not heard?
And how can they hear without
someone preaching
to
them?
And how can they preach unless they are sent?
O Lord, send your command to
the earth,
let
your Word the Bible run swiftly:
You spread the snow like wool
and
scatter the frost like ashes.
You hurl down your hail like
pebbles.
Who
can withstand your icy blast?
Now melt the icy hearts of this
land, O Lord,
send
your word and melt them;
stir up the breezes of your
Holy Spirit,
and
let the living waters flow.
You have revealed your word in
the Bible,
your
laws and decrees to your Church.
You has done this for no other
religion;
they
do not know your laws or your grace.
Have mercy on them and bring
them to Jesus,
so
the whole world can join together in singing
your
praises.
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Psalm 147 Prayed
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