Psalm 201

A song of thanksgiving, after Passion Sunday.

Valley of Dry Bones – Ezekiel 37:1-10 by Zimou Tan. Buy his work.

My soul delights in Christ my Savior.

My heart leaps for song to praise the Father almighty.

For he has given from his hand

bread for me to eat, fresh air to breathe,

a hand to hold, a heart to hold near.

The Lord is the ground underneath my feet,

he is the sun in the sky

and the rain that waters the trees

giving forth their fruit in thanksgiving.

He makes dead things to stand new, indeed he lifts up a broken man from the pit

he sets straight the spine of the broken

and gives courage to the weak

He is the living vine that wraps around my downtrodden limbs

the lithe climber, tender and green, that gives shade to the beast and to the bird.

The Lord is holy and righteous, and his justice prevails in dark places.

yes, even in my own darkened heart does his law shine forth like the sun.

With his mighty arm he will summon righteousness from the wicked

and holiness from the sinner.

The steadfast love of the Lord is his flashing sword.

He tramples down iniquity, yes even the ungodly are put to flight by the fury of his love.

He builds an altar in the wilderness, in the wasteland of his enemies.

In the desolate place, he plants a garden,

so that what was dried up may pour forth its abundance anew!

Holy, Holy, Holy is Christ Jesus, the Lord of Hosts!

he rode like lightning into Sheol,

to ransom the children of men, to bring them to life again!

Even now the gates of Hades tremble before him!

Even now, Death has no hold, but is cast out into the fire!

Praise be to you, Jesus Christ, the Prince of Love!

Your glory-banner shining from the hill of heaven.

I am not worthy of the steadfast love you soak me with,

nor of the love that you summon from my crooked heart.

Day by day I bless you,

for you bring forth living water from my heart of stone,

That Love, over me, may ever prevail.