How Good to Sing Praises
Our Father counts the stars and names each one, and also binds up the brokenhearted; he sends the snow and hail, then the word that melts it. What delights him is not horsepower or human strength but people hoping in his love.
147 1Hallelujah! How good it is to sing praises to our Father; how pleasant and fitting to praise him.
2Our Father builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the scattered people of Israel. 3He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. 4He counts the stars; he calls them each by name. 5Great is our Sovereign Father, and mighty in power; his understanding is beyond measure. 6Our Father lifts up the humble; he throws the wicked down to the ground.
7Sing to our Father with thanksgiving; make music to him on the lyre. 8He covers the heavens with clouds; he sends rain to the earth; he makes grass grow on the hills. 9He gives the animals their food, and the young ravens when they cry. 10His delight is not in the strength of the horse, nor his pleasure in the legs of a man. 11Our Father's heart delights in those who fear him, in those who hope in his covenant love.
12Praise our Father, Jerusalem! Praise your Father, Zion! 13For he strengthens the bars of your gates; he blesses your children within your walls. 14He brings peace to your borders; he fills you with the finest wheat. 15He sends out his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly. 16He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes. 17He hurls down his hail like crumbs; who can stand before his cold? 18He sends out his word and melts the ice; he stirs his wind, and the waters flow. 19He declares his word to Jacob, his statutes and judgments to Israel. 20He has not done this for any other nation; they do not know his judgments. Hallelujah!
