Psalm 147 Poem by Frank McEleny

Come and lift your voice all ye people
And praise our glorious King
Let the church bells ring in the steeple
As we gather together and sing

He heals the broken-hearted
He is great and mighty in power
From the proud He has departed
Even now until this hour

All the stars up in the night sky
He knows them one by one
From the valley's low to the mountains high
He is brighter than the sun

He covers the heavens with a cloud
As He prepares the rain
He makes the thunder clap out loud
And all my enemies He has slain

He does not regard the strength of man
Nor what our enemies desire
Battles are won, according to His plans
He sets the chariots on fire