Shout for joy, you righteous ones! Let your praises ring sincere - For upright hearts become His song, And faithful lips His finest choir. He spoke - and stars burned into being, Breathed - and galaxies took flight. He gathers oceans in His palm, And stores the deeps in vaults of night. Kings plot and armies clench their fists, Yet stand no chance against His will - The Lord looks down from heaven's throne And watches nations rise... then still. But joyful are the ones He claims, His own inheritance, His prize - He shapes their hearts to know His ways, And keeps His gaze on faithful eyes. Our souls wait patient for the Lord, Our shield, our help, our steadfast stay - Let mercy fall like morning dew, As we trust Him and walk His way.
