My heart exults; my strength exalts. My tongue has been set free.
No enemy contends with me; the victory’s complete.
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No one is holy like the Lord; no other stands as firm.
Pride, set aside and do not lie. God’s weighing every word.
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The mighty and their weapons crash, the feeble gird on strength.
The once well fed now beg for bread, once losers dine at length.
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The barren bears a bounteous brood, her rival is forlorn.
The Lord makes life to start or end, makes rich and also poor.
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God raises poor folk from the dust; the needy sit on thrones.
The world on pillars rests secure. God guards the faithful ones.
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The wicked will not win by might. The Lord will judge us all.
The chosen find their strength in God, on whom they learn to call.
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Image: Diego Rosa on Unsplash
Source: I Samuel 2:1-10
Text: David Alexander, CC BY-SA NC 4.0
Tune: Diana, Public Domain
Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF/JerusalemMyHappy-Diana.pdf
Audio:www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission
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