Four Psalms (2025)
medium voice, piano
medium voice, piano
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I. Psalm 92
It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to thy name, O Most High; to declare thy steadfast love in the morning, and thy faithfulness by night, to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. For thou, O Lord, hast made me glad by thy work; at the works of thy hands I sing for joy. How great are thy works, O Lord! II. Psalm 10 Arise, O Lord! Arise! Why, O Lord, do you stand afar off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? In arrogance the wicked hotly pursue the poor; let them be caught in the schemes that they have devised. For the wicked boasts of the desires of his soul, and the one greedy for gain curses and renounces the Lord. “I shall not be moved;” the wicked thinks in his heart, “throughout all generations I shall not meet adversity.” His mouth is filled with cursing and deceit and oppression; under his tongue are mischief and iniquity. In hiding places he murders the innocent! He lurks in ambush like a lion in his thicket. The helpless are crushed, sink down, and fall. He says in his heart, “God has forgotten, he has hidden his face, he will never see it.” Arise, O Lord! O God, lift up your hand! Forget not the afflicted! III. Psalm 6 Save me! Turn, O Lord, deliver my life; save me for the sake of your steadfast love. For in death there is no remembrance of you; in Sheol who will give you praise? Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. My soul also is greatly troubled. But you, O Lord—how long? |
IV. Psalm 139
O Lord, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I arise; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it. Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there! If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the depths of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret. Your eyes saw my unformed substance-- I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works—my soul knows it very well. Thou, O Lord, hast made me glad by thy work; at the works of thy hands I sing for joy. I sing-- …alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! |
