Study Desk

Because you are my helper, I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.

For the choir director: A psalm of David. O God, listen to my complaint. Protect my life from my enemies' threats.

For the choir director: A song. A psalm of David. What mighty praise, O God, belongs to you in Zion. We will fulfill our vows to you,

for you answer our prayers. All of us must come to you.

What joy for those you choose to bring near, those who live in your holy courts. What festivities await us inside your holy Temple.

You take care of the earth and water it, making it rich and fertile. The river of God has plenty of water; it provides a bountiful harvest of grain, for you have ordered it so.

The meadows are clothed with flocks of sheep, and the valleys are carpeted with grain. They all shout and sing for joy!

For the choir director: A song. A psalm. Shout joyful praises to God, all the earth!

Come and see what our God has done, what awesome miracles he performs for people!

For by his great power he rules forever. He watches every movement of the nations; let no rebel rise in defiance. Interlude

Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he did for me.

For I cried out to him for help, praising him as I spoke.

For the choir director: A song. A psalm, to be accompanied by stringed instruments. May God be merciful and bless us. May his face smile with favor on us. Interlude

Let the whole world sing for joy, because you govern the nations with justice and guide the people of the whole world. Interlude

For the choir director: A song. A psalm of David. Rise up, O God, and scatter your enemies. Let those who hate God run for their lives.

There your people finally settled, and with a bountiful harvest, O God, you provided for your needy people.

Praise the Lord; praise God our savior! For each day he carries us in his arms. Interlude

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be sung to the tune "Lilies." Save me, O God, for the floodwaters are up to my neck.

I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is parched. My eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for my God to help me.

For I endure insults for your sake; humiliation is written all over my face.