Saturday Psalm #106


I reward you, Lord.
I offer you thanks,
in your never-ending goodness,
your unceasing love.

Your works are past phrases, Lord.
No language on earth is ample
to declare all of the reward you deserve.

You give pleasure and satisfaction to those that do justice,
those that stroll in righteousness.

Bear in mind me, Abba, whenever you’re within the temper
to indicate favor to your youngsters;
assist me whenever you’re in a serving to way of thinking.
Prosper me and mine
whenever you’re handing out your good presents,
and ship us pleasure unspeakable
any time you need.

I do know I am only a lowly sinner,
like my ancestors earlier than me,
my non secular and bodily antecedents.
Like Israel in Egypt,
we’ve got been blind to your great works;
we simply overlook the abundance of your steadfast love,
as they did on the Purple Sea.
However you continue to saved them, did not you?
You confirmed your energy for the sake of your identify.
You rebuked the Purple Sea, and it rolled again, turned dry;
you led them via the deep as via a desert.
You saved them from their foe,
and delivered them from their enemy,
they usually responded with reward.
Do as a lot for me,
that I’d do as a lot for you.
Let me not overlook your works,
or fail to attend in your counsel.
Let me not put you to the check,
and invite catastrophe with egocentric prayers.

Save me from jealousy,
like those that complained in opposition to Moses and Aaron.
Save me from factionism,
like that of Abiram.
Save me from idolatry,
like those that made a calf at Horeb
and worshipped a solid picture.
They exchanged your glory
for the picture of an ox that eats grass.
However I extra readily overlook you, my Savior,
once I put my religion within the approval of man,
the methods of others,
in monetary safety,
and different such issues.

Save me, Lord,
from despising your good land,
your faithfulness to meet your promise.

Save me from silly idolatry like theirs,
and empty sacrifices.
Save me from going via the motions,
save me from grieving or quenching your Holy Spirit.

Train me to face up like Phinehas,
and root out all sin and temptation from my life
as you intended–and commanded–Israel to do.

Save me from the snares that encompass me,
and from compromising with evil.

You’re my deliverer,
as you had been theirs.
You have got by no means forgotten your guarantees to me,
and by no means wavered in your love.

Save me, O LORD my God;
deliver me into my inheritance,
that I could give due to your holy identify
and glory in your reward.

I reward you, LORD, God of Israel,
God of me,
from eternal to eternal.

Reward the Lord.


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