For love that doesn’t change, O God, we give our thanks to you.
No credit to us people, though. Your love is nothing new.
When in distress we cry and find a different, broader place;
where nobody can harm us, for we’re in your strong embrace.
When we take refuge in you, Lord, the haters have no chance.
Their pow’r and rank mean nothing, for you view them in askance.
They sting like bees and blaze like thorns; they push on ev’ry side.
We’re confident in you, O God. You are our strength and might.
The righteous sing of victory won by the Lord’s right hand.
We shall not die, but live to tell God’s deeds throughout the land.
The gates of righteousness stand widely open in advance.
That we may enter to give thanks in voice and song and dance.
The stone that was rejected when the builders set the wall
became the one to bear the weight so others wouldn’t fall.
This is the day the Lord has made. Be glad in it, rejoice!
We ask you, God, to grant success, for we are yours by choice.
Bless everyone who in God’s name has come to any place
rejoicing in God’s steadfast love and everflowing grace.
For love that doesn’t change, O God, we offer thanks to you.
Your light has shined upon us. We’ll respond by shining, too.
Photo: Christ on the Morning of Palm Sunday, Public Domain
Source: Psalm 118
Text: © David Alexander, 2020
Tune: Spes Celestis, Public Domain
Audio: www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission